Morning.
The weather was not very good. It was foggy.
Before Zhang Ye entered the office, his phone rang. It was his mother.
"Son."
"Ai, Mom."
"Are you coming home during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"I can't. I have to work overtime today."
"You still have to work overtime during the festival? Then you should be free at night, right? "
"I should be able to at night. I'll go back after work."
"There's no need to go back to Caishikou. Go straight to your maternal grandma's place. All the relatives are here today. They heard that you are famous. Your sisters are all clamoring to see you."
"Alright, then I'll try my best to go earlier."
"Don't forget. I'll be waiting for you to make me proud tonight!"
"What face do you have? We are all relatives. Don't brag to me again, right? "
"Anyway, buy more things. Don't be so stingy. Buy expensive things. You are also a public figure. Don't embarrass your mother. Alright, I'm hanging up."
Du Du Du. The line was disconnected.
Zhang Ye gave a wry smile. His mother did not have any other problems, but she had a special trait — she loved to brag. Well, Zhang Ye admitted that he had inherited this trait from his mother, but he never thought that bragging was a shortcoming! Many things in his world could prove this point.
Bragging was a mistake? That's not it!
Do you know how Bill Gates became the world's richest man?
Do you know how Li Na became the world champion in tennis?
Do you know how Liu Xiang broke the world record in hurdles?
Not many people know, right? What was the reason? Hur Hur, the reason was them … Alright, these matters were not related at all. Let's change the topic!
There were not many people in the office.
Zhang Ye walked in without looking. Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.
It was Big Sis Zhou. He heard her say with a smile, "Greet me, or not. I'll be there, neither sad nor happy."
Zhang Ye hurriedly turned around with a smile. Only then did he see her, "Big Sis Zhou, good morning. Sorry, the flower pot on your table was in the way, so I didn't notice you were here."
Big Sis Zhou flaunted, "How was it, Little Zhang? Do you think I can use your poems well? "
Zhang Ye said embarrassedly, "You also saw Weibo yesterday?"
"Of course. I followed your Weibo yesterday. I didn't expect to see such a commotion the moment I followed. It made me sleep past 12. You didn't follow me, right? I even forwarded your new poem. " As she said that, Big Sis Zhou felt sorry for him, "Ignore those people from the Writers' Association. If you don't understand art and can't write poems, then no one in the world can write poems. Big Sis supports you. Don't take it to heart."
Zhang Ye smiled, "Thank you, Big Sis Zhou."
Outside, everyone came to work overtime one after another.
"Yo, Teacher Little Zhang is here? Why did you get into a fight with someone yesterday? "
"Vice President Meng is a leader of the Beijing Writers' Association. How did you offend him?"
"That's right. I also saw it yesterday. Teacher Little Zhang, I think you should not have posted that last poem. Those are the Leaders and seniors of the Writers' Association. If you really offend them, how will you enter the Writers' Association in the future? It was better to leave some leeway. Sigh, but those people are also too much. Why are they scolding you for no reason? Even if your poems can't compare to those seniors, how old are you? You're still young. You can't say that your poems aren't literary at all. That's too hurtful. I think your poems are still alright. They're not as bad as they say. "
"Sister Liu, what are you talking about? Teacher Little Zhang's poems are still alright? I think you must have been misled by those people from the Writers' Association. Teacher Little Zhang is so talented! "
A few Big Sis and Aunties began to speak one after another. There was a difference in opinion.
Even when it was 9 PM, this matter was still being discussed enthusiastically by everyone. The topic of discussion continued.
Tian Bin had also paid attention to last night's battle on Weibo. He could not help but interject, "Sister Zhou, what kind of person is Vice President Meng? He's an old pedant. Big Thunder and the other poets are not amateurs. They are all experts and teachers in the industry. Since they said so, they must have their own judgment on literature. We don't know, so we might not be able to tell. It's not that I'm belittling Teacher Zhang, but those poems of his are indeed like what the old comrades from the Writers' Association said. There are quite a few problems. I feel uncomfortable reading them. "
Big Sis Zhou looked at Tian Bin, "Then why don't you compose a poem for Big Sis to hear?"
Tian Bin said, "I don't have that ability, but I still have the basic judgment." Following that, he looked towards Jia Yan, "Teacher Little Jia, what do you think?"
Jia Yan thought for a moment and said, "Teacher Zhang's poems are definitely incomparable to the poems of those seniors. As for whether it has any literary value, it's not my place to judge."
Zhang Ye had also heard a few of their discussions.
Originally, when Zhang Ye and Wang Xiaomei's live broadcast program used two poems to save a person's life, everyone in the office, and even the Beijing Radio Station, had unanimously affirmed his talent and poems. They were all praising him, with no one saying it was bad. But now, Meng Dongguo and a group of people from the Writers' Association had publicly doubted and denied it on Weibo. His colleagues' opinions were no longer unified. Some said it was good, while others said it was bad. Most of them were uncertain and doubtful. Sometimes, the opinions of experts or authorities were very harmful. They could also affect others.
How to reverse the situation?
How to dispel everyone's doubts?
There was no other way. As long as Zhang Ye's qualifications were lower than Meng Dongguo and company, he would not be able to reverse the situation. He could only be suppressed by the words of those people. Unless … Unless Zhang Ye could use absolute literary talent and strength to trample Meng Dongguo and company under his feet at a specific time and place. Otherwise, everyone's doubts would never stop. So what if you responded yesterday? So what if you wrote that poem yesterday was good? The people from the Writers' Association said you couldn't do it! They said you didn't know art! They said you didn't know literature! They said you could only stare at them as their mouths moved! This was the deceptive nature of power and prestige. Many commoners did not understand this. They believed whatever the experts said!
The listenership ratings were not announced today, as there were many things to do in the station.
Zhang Ye did not care about what everyone said. He got up to record, "Xiaofang, help me book a recording studio. Hurry up, or it'll be too late."
"Alright." Assistant Xiaofang immediately went to make the arrangements. But a few minutes later, she came back, "Teacher Zhang, the station has informed us that our Literature Channel's 12PM to 2PM programs will be canceled. There's no need to record. They said that we will be doing a live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet with the News and Music Channels!"
"Ah?"
"It's canceled?"
"Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? That's what the Leader has been busy with these few days? "
Our Literature Channel will also be joining the live broadcast. This year's Poetry Meet will be different from the previous one held at the Jinshi Radio Station. There will be a composing segment and a voting segment. We have invited the Education Bureau's Leaders, a few Vice-Presidents of the Beijing Writers' Association and more than ten members of the Writers' Association. The exact name list has not been decided, but there should be quite a number of people. The Teachers of the Writers' Association will compose poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival. The listeners outside the radio can also compose and publish it on our website's voting interface. Finally, the listeners will vote for the top three. This is to add some competition to make the program look better. "
Compose poems?
That Meng Dongguo and the people from the Writers' Association were coming too?
Zhang Ye chuckled when he heard this. This was really a case of enemies meeting. They had just scolded him online yesterday, and now they were meeting again today?
Was Big Thunder coming?
Was Little Red Mushroom coming?
Zhang Ye was actually looking forward to meeting them in the station!
Zhao Guozhou exhorted, "So everyone, put down whatever you are doing. Today's Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet will be the main focus. Go help out. The live broadcast venue is the auditorium. This is the first time we are using such a large live broadcast venue. The equipment is not ready yet. In a while, I will call out names and follow me. Well, as it is not convenient to invite too many people, everyone will have an early lunch. The cafeteria will also open for lunch at 10: 30 PM. At 12 PM, go to the auditorium and take your seats. "
After calling out names, Zhao Guozhou called three or four young lads away. Then, he went to the auditorium to busy himself.
Big Sis Zhou suddenly said, "Teacher Little Zhang, aren't you going to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? Writing poems is your forte. Didn't they say you don't know literature? Let them take a look! "
Another big sis said, "Come on. Little Zhang did not even prepare ahead of time. He just found out. The other Teachers must have been informed long ago. Their preparations are foolproof. How can Little Zhang compare to them? He might as well not embarrass himself. "
An auntie in charge of copywriting said, "Little Zhou, don't come up with rotten ideas. Little Zhang's poems are good, but only we think they are good. Those people from the Writers' Association are all professionals. There are even poets and famous people. How can he compare to them?" In the hearts of laymen, the works were not important. Fame and prestige were what they looked at first. Zhang Ye was just a rookie. He had not even entered the Writers' Association, so everyone subconsciously determined that Zhang Ye's works were definitely inferior to those people.
There were all sorts of opinions.
When it was almost time, everyone went to the cafeteria to eat early.
Zhang Ye was actually hesitating. Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company were very likely to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. Wasn't this the time for him to make a comeback? Wasn't this the time for him to prove himself? But how was he to participate? The rules of the poetry meet competition could be seen. Although the audience could participate in the writing, it was only in the form of text. As for the people from the Writers' Association, they would be reciting it live. That was to say, the top three decided by the station would definitely be chosen from the people from the Writers' Association. They had already been given a lot of advantages!
He would go up to cause trouble?
He interfered?
Hence, even if Zhang Ye wanted to go up, he did not know if the Radio Station's Leaders or the people from the Beijing Writers' Association would allow him to go up.
Forget it. I'll think about it when the time comes. Poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival? Zhang Ye had not thought of it yet. It was not that he did not have any works in his mind, but … there were too many!
Not prepared?
He did not need to prepare at all!
Poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival? It was not bragging, but Zhang Ye would probably not be able to finish it even if he spoke for an entire day and night!
The Mid-Autumn Festival was not a modern festival. It had a long history in ancient times. There were countless poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival. In this world, history had not changed much. The few dynasties and the Emperors were the same as in Zhang Ye's memories. As the influence of history was too great, it was unlikely that the game ring could change the historical background. If not, today's social structure would not be the same. A slight change would affect the rest.
However, many cultural works and historical figures were gone!
Li Bai?
Du Fu?
Wang Wei?
None of them were here!
The ones who were replaced were some other people!
This world's ancient immortals of poetry were names that Zhang Ye had never heard of. For example, Haoran, Chen Yiqian, Meng Fan. Zhang Ye had never heard of this world's poems. Similarly, they had never heard of the classic poems from Zhang Ye's world!
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