Before noon.
Beijing Radio Station.
The auditorium on the top floor was packed with people. Many of the radio channels' hosts and staff were here. All the programs had been given the green light for today's Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet.
Zhang Ye had a stomachache and was squatting in the toilet on the top floor. Maybe it was because he had eaten too many instant noodles in the past few days. Even an Instant Noodle Warrior would not be able to take it anymore. As he squatted to take a dump, he took out his cell phone and went online. He discovered that the radio station's Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet was already in full swing. Not only was the radio station's website in full swing, it was also advertised on other large forums and web portals. Today was a public holiday. Most men and women, young and old, were resting at home, celebrating the festival with their family and friends. Noon was the time for everyone to have a meal and chat. Since they had nothing to do, listening to a poetry meet was not a bad choice. The radio station choosing this time to hold a poetry meet was not bad. The time slot was very good.
There was a heated discussion on the Internet and countless comments were left.
"Poetry gathering? That's great! "
"I have to listen to this!"
"Last year, the Jinshi Radio Station did quite well. There were many good poems."
"Ha, it will be even better this year. Didn't you see those Teachers from the Writers' Association coming? I believe there will be at least one classic mid-autumn poem."
Among them, there were also those who had heard of yesterday's Weibo scolding war, or those who knew Zhang Ye personally.
"Eh? Meng Dongguo? Little Red Mushroom, the fairy tale writer, also went? Big Thunder is on the list? That poet who despised Teacher Zhang Ye? "
"Haha! There's a good show to watch! "
"That's right. I remember Zhang Ye is from Beijing Radio Station, right? The Literature Channel is also broadcasting it today? Teacher Zhang Ye will be there too, right? "
"Yeah, that's a good match!"
"I just finished scolding him yesterday, and he's here today. Enemies will never meet unless they're enemies!"
"Will Teacher Zhang also go on stage to recite a song? I'm looking forward to it! "
"I don't know. He's not on the list. They are all from the Writers' Association!"
There were supporters of Zhang Ye's poems, but of course, there were even more fans of Meng Dongguo and the other teachers, who did not agree with Zhang Ye's literary standards!
"You're still not convinced? You're still talking about Zhang Ye? "
"Don't bother with that group of people. They won't understand at all. They only know how to talk!"
"It's good that Zhang Ye is not on the list. Yesterday, the teachers said it very clearly. This person is just a sensationalist. How would he know how to write poems!? It was such a big occasion, such a big Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, and it was even a live broadcast. Wasn't it a joke to let Zhang Ye go onstage? It's fine if his poems fool those who don't know how to do it, but those who really know how to do it will all laugh without saying a word. Then, others will laugh their heads off. "
"Hur hur, even if we let Zhang Ye go, he probably wouldn't dare to do it!"
"That's right. If you don't have the skills, then don't take on this porcelain job!"
"I actually wish for Zhang Ye to go up. In the past, there was no comparison, so no one could see his true colors. Now that there are so many Teachers here, let's let everyone see what a real poem is. Zhang Ye's mediocre poem will definitely show its true colors. Let the Teachers teach the juniors!"
"Support!"
"Who does Zhang Ye think he is!"
"This kind of person is just an empty shell. I'm guessing he definitely won't dare to go on stage today. Have you seen Zhang Ye's curses? F * ck your sister! How can a scholar, a poet, scold others like this? It's obvious that he doesn't have the temperament of a scholar. The Teachers are right in their doubts. He doesn't know how to write poems! "
They were basically all doubting Zhang Ye. He did not continue watching and left the bathroom after disconnecting the internet.
The people who came for the finale were all important figures. Seeing that the poetry meet was about to begin, a few of the station's Leaders and invited guests from the Writers' Association walked in.
Zhang Ye happened to meet them at the door.
Deputy Station Head Jia smiled as he led them in, "President Meng, this is our auditorium. I remember you came here two years ago?" Meng Dongguo was a fat man in his forties.
He had quite a lot of hair and was not bald. He nodded and said, "I did come once. That was for a meeting. I haven't seen Station Head Jia in two years. Old bro, you are still as elegant as ever. You haven't changed at all. I can't take it anymore. Look at these wrinkles."
Deputy Station Head Jia seemed to have a good relationship with him, "Haha, come on. My hair has already fallen to such a state. You are still as elegant as ever."
At this moment, a group of young ladies from the station saw them and rushed forward!
"Teacher Meng! Are you Teacher Meng? " A girl in her twenties was very excited. She, who was adjusting the wiring outside, stopped her work and rushed forward, "I'm a fan of yours. I especially like your poems. My mom would often recite your poems to me when I was young. I really grew up listening to your works. Aiyah, I'm too excited. I'm too excited. Can, can you give me an autograph?"
Deputy Station Head Jia waved his hand, "It's about to begin."
However, Meng Dongguo said, "It's fine, old bro. An autograph doesn't take up much time. Come, young lady."
The girl got her wish and left happily after she got the autograph.
Seeing that Meng Dongguo was so easy to talk to, a few girls and youths immediately came forward to ask for autographs.
There were also people who ran to the back. Regardless of whether the Leaders were willing, they found their idols and their favorite teachers to ask for autographs.
"Auntie Little Red Mushroom! You, I, I want an autograph, can I? I grew up listening to your fairy tales. I especially like you! "A youth said submissively.
Little Red Mushroom was also a little fat, but she was dressed very prettily and young. She said amiably, "Alright, where should I sign for you?"
"Teacher Big Thunder!" Another person came forward, "Your poem has always been on my cellphone's desktop. Can I take a picture with you? Just one will do! "
Big Thunder was a tall and strong northeastern man. His accent was thick with a northeastern accent. He remembered that his profile said that he was from Beijing, so he might have grown up in the northeast. "Then there's no problem! Come! "
Autographs and pictures.
The Writers' Association's Teachers received quite a bit of attention and attention. It was no wonder. All of them were famous in Beijing. The Radio Station was also a Beijing-based broadcasting station, so they would occasionally broadcast their works. Hence, the staff were no strangers to these Teachers. Some of them even idolized them.
Big Thunder? Meng Dongguo? Little Red Mushroom?
Among the dozen or so people behind him, from the fans' shouts, there seemed to be a romance author, Zheng Anbang?
Weren't these the bunch of people who had scolded him yesterday? Heh, great, all of them were here today?
Zhang Ye looked at them deeply and memorized their faces. Suddenly, someone shouted at him from behind.
"Teacher Zhang Ye. Aiyah, I've finally found you. I've reserved a seat for you. Our Literature Channel is in the back row. I'll bring you there." A youth who had just joined the Literature Channel said.
"Alright, let's go." Zhang Ye entered the auditorium.
Zhang Ye?
He is Zhang Ye?
Upon hearing this, Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder, Little Red Mushroom and company all looked over.
Big Thunder did not understand the situation and did not have much of an impression of the name. Seeing Meng Dongguo and company's expressions, Big Thunder recalled the name. He asked, "Which Zhang Ye? The one who writes the so-called modern poems? "
Little Red Mushroom said, "I think so."
Deputy Station Head Jia confirmed, "It's him. Why?"
Big Thunder said, "He works at the Radio Station? I just learned about it. "
Zheng Anbang said to Deputy Station Head Jia, "It's fine, Station Head Jia. It's just that I mentioned him on the Internet yesterday. He doesn't even know how to compose poems, and what he writes can't be considered literature. As a senior, Chairman Meng had reprimanded him, but he seemed rather unconvinced. He wasn't humble at all, and even wrote a poem to refute him. What do you think this is? Tell me, what's the matter? President Meng and us, as experienced people, kindly taught him a few words, but he did not appreciate it. He treated our kindness as ill intent! "
Deputy Station Head Jia was enlightened as he laughed, "Zhang Ye is a newcomer. He can write ghost stories, but as for poetry … how can he compare to the few of you? Hur Hur."
Meng Dongguo waved his hand, "Let's not talk about him, old bro. Let's go in?"
"Let's go. It's about to begin." Deputy Station Head Jia and a few of the station's junior Leaders welcomed them into the auditorium and sat in the first row.
The surrounding people looked at each other.
"Did you see Zhang Ye's Weibo yesterday?"
"I saw it. I never expected them to bump into each other today!"
"I think something is going to happen. Who doesn't know Teacher Zhang Ye's temper? When has there not been any problems at his place? Don't let them fight again. "
"No, it won't be to the extent of fighting."
"Scholars scorn each other. The people from the Writers' Association insist that Zhang Ye does not know literature. With Teacher Little Zhang's character, it would be a wonder if he could tolerate it. What kind of person is Teacher Little Zhang? He is a person who dares to scold his colleagues. He is a person who dares to not give face to the Station Leader. Just watch. I think there will be no peace today. "
In the radio station's other channels, Zhang Ye was also very famous. Everyone knew him when he was mentioned. Hence, after understanding the situation, they had a feeling that a storm was brewing.
… …
At the back of the auditorium.
Zhang Ye sat in his seat. On his left was Wang Xiaomei, and on his right was Wu Datao. He had a conflict with Wu Datao, so there was nothing much to say. Wang Xiaomei was famous for not speaking much. She did not interact much with Zhang Ye, so Zhang Ye could only look down at his cell phone.
Damn, the cell phone signal was not good.
The auditorium's soundproofing was too good, so the signal was also cut off.
He looked at the radio station's official website's Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet selection interface. Actually, it had already begun. Quite a number of listeners and people from all walks of life had sent in their works. Some had written ancient poems, some had written lyrics, some had written modern poems, and some had written original songs related to the Mid-Autumn Festival. There were no prizes for this competition, but there was honor. If one was able to get into the top three, then they would definitely become famous in the circle. Hence, there were many people who participated.
However, the content was not flattering.
"Yue, my Yue 'er, you're so beautiful …"
"The Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone eats mooncakes. After eating one, I eat another."
Zhang Ye nearly cried when he saw this. The voting segment had already been opened, but even the poem that was ranked first was very ordinary. The quality was not high.
Dong.
The auditorium's door closed.
The last bit of cell phone signal had been blocked. There was no way to go online, so Zhang Ye could only put away his cell phone. He thought about how he could clear his name!
My poem is not good?
My poem has no literary value?
This was not only denying Zhang Ye, it was also denying the literati and famous masters of his world. Zhang Ye felt like laughing at them. This was only in this world. If it were Zhang Ye's world, would Meng Dongguo and company dare to question these words? They would definitely be beaten to death!
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