"Crazy! They're all crazy! "
"How many votes did she say!? I didn't hear wrong, right!? "
"Is that for real!? Is she going to rush out of the universe? "
"How can there be so many!? It doesn't make sense! It doesn't make sense! "
"150,000? The Writers' Association has more than ten works participating this time. Does that mean that Zhang Ye alone has more votes than all the members of the Writers' Association combined? "
"It's really true! One person against more than ten! A complete victory? "
"All the Teachers in the Writers' Association combined can't even compare to him? Holy sh * t! "
Too many people couldn't believe their ears. They really couldn't believe it!
More than 150,000 votes? What kind of concept was this? This was practically heaven-defying! Others might not understand this, but how could the people from the radio station not know? As the poetry meet's uniqueness and attention had a limit, every year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet was not broadcast by the television station, but by the radio station. Two years ago, at the Beihe Province's Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, the first place winner was an old man from the Beihe Province's Writers' Association. He won the championship with a slight margin of 23,000 votes. And last year's Jinshi Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, the champion was a folk arts actor from Jinshi's folk arts world. As he had created and performed an opera with the moon as the theme, he won the championship with an indisputable 37,000 votes!
More than 20,000!
More than 30,000!
In the past years, the number of votes for the champion had never exceeded 50,000!
But what was the situation with this year's Beijing Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? Alright, even if there were more people in Beijing, and the cultural influence was greater than Jinshi and Beihe Province, and with the Beijing Radio Station's signal coverage being greater, it could basically cover all of Beijing, Tianjin, and Hebei. But it couldn't be this ridiculous!
150,000?
Are you all on steroids!?
And what shocked everyone the most was that the voting time for "Shuidiao Getou" was only about 20 minutes! Not even half an hour! 150,000 votes! This completely exceeded everyone's imagination and concept. No one had ever thought of such a possibility! This was because it was not realistic! But the fact was that Zhang Ye had done it! "Shuidiao Getou" had done it! Zhang Ye had used a poem written on the spot to create a heaven-defying miracle!
No one doubted the authenticity of the votes. Everyone knew that it was not a statistical error. This was because the two notaries were present. They had monitored the entire process!
Big Thunder did not say a word!
Little Red Mushroom and Zheng Anbang fell silent!
Meng Dongguo was also choked to the point that he could not say a word. He moved his lips, but he had nothing to say!
Zhang Ye — the person who was looked down upon by Meng Dongguo and a few others from the Writers' Association. They scolded him for not knowing how to write poems and not knowing literature! Using a "Shuidiao Getou" to slap all of their faces! Moreover, it was the kind of continuous slap after slap! His face was really swollen! Meng Dongguo only obtained 40,000 votes! The fraction of Zhang Ye's votes was more than 10,000 votes higher than his! Zhang Ye alone had more votes than all of them! Wasn't that a slap in the face? It would not be an exaggeration to describe the current situation as hanging them from a tree and whipping them! It was even an understatement!
Zhang Ye was an amateur?
They were the professionals?
Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder, and company's arrogant words seemed to echo in their ears. Just thinking of these words, the other Writers' Association members who came with them immediately turned green in the face. They had been disgraced together with Meng Dongguo! It could be said that he had lost a lot of face! He was implicated for no reason!
"Who's the Amateur?"
It was as if they could see the news headlines in the evening papers!
Speaking of which, Big Thunder still did not understand why "Shuidiao Getou" had obtained so many votes. He admitted that the poem was well written, but it couldn't be so exaggerated. Did the commoners like it? 150,000 votes? Nearly half of the people who tuned in to the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet had voted for "Shuidiao Getou"?
Zhang Huo was very gratified, but he was even more delighted. He was very happy to see such a situation. It was time for someone to step forward and kill the arrogance of these so-called expert teachers who spoke without thinking. Just how many social incidents and controversies had been caused by the unrestrained and baseless words of some expert teachers over the years? Maybe Zhang Huo was in the news broadcasting business, but his philosophy was that as a public figure, he had to respect the truth. He had to be polite, and not speak blindly. If not, it would be misleading the public. It was very harmful!
Because of their casual words, how much criticism had Zhang Ye suffered? He had nearly destroyed an excellent and great poet! If Zhang Ye really did not have such good mental fortitude, he would not have been able to compose this poem today. Zhang Huo firmly believed that if "Shuidiao Getou" was killed in the cradle for various reasons, then it would be a loss to the entire cultural world! A loss to the entire country!
Thankfully, Zhang Ye had worked hard. He was not beaten down by these rumors, and instead became braver. Zhang Huo also gave Zhang Ye a big thumbs up in his heart!
Well done!
He has really given face to our Beijing Radio Station!
Zhang Huo raised the microphone, "Let us congratulate Teacher Zhang Ye for winning with an overwhelming number of votes. 'Shuidiao Getou'! Well-deserved! "
Applause erupted!
The female host, Sun Mengjie, said, "Next, let's invite the top three Teachers of this Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet onstage. They will also say a few words to our listeners."
Big Sis Zhou laughed, "Little Zhang, go quickly!"
"They're calling for you. Go quickly!" Auntie Sun urged.
A colleague patted him on the shoulder, feeling excited for him, "You sure are great! We thought you wouldn't be able to enter the top ten! In the end, you got first place! "
Zhao Guozhou also smiled, "Go quickly, Little Zhang. Go up and say a few words. This is the honor you deserve."
Zhang Ye could only squeeze out and walk to the stage from the back of the auditorium.
But when he reached the stage, he saw Meng Dongguo, who was in the first row, waving his hand at the host. He had no intention of going up!
The third place winner, Zheng Anbang, saw that Vice-President Meng was not going up. He did not want to go up and embarrass himself. Third place was considered an honor? To them, it was shameful and humiliating! Zheng Anbang also waved his hand without any bearing, indicating to the host that he too would not go up on stage!
Zhang Huo did not care about Meng Dongguo and company. He chuckled, "Then let's invite this year's champion, who is also my colleague, Teacher Zhang Ye, to say a few words."
Say what?
This fellow, Zhang Ye, held a grudge. He glanced at Meng Dongguo and company. He knew that they were already covered in scars, but he still took it upon himself to add another stab, "Actually, there's nothing much to say. I just want to thank everyone for their support. I only started writing poems halfway, so I'm indeed an amateur. I don't know if my poems have any literary value or if they are art. I don't care about these things. As long as everyone likes it and recognizes me, I think that's enough!"
What was adding oil to the fire?
This was adding oil to the fire!
What was adding salt to the wound?
This was f * * king adding salt to the wound!
Meng Dongguo and Big Thunder's faces turned red and white. They never expected this rookie surnamed Zhang to mention this matter again! He was still holding on to this!
Zhang Huo was clearly not satisfied, "Teacher Zhang, say a few more words."
"That's right. I saw the comments from our listeners. They all want to hear you talk about literature, such as creation, or the value of literature." Sun Mengjie also said.
He really wanted to say a few words of appreciation?
Zhang Ye could not help but feel a headache coming on.
He was a very talkative person. He was also a broadcasting major, so he relied on his mouth. This was his profession, so how could he not be able to say it? But this fellow was mostly speaking according to a script. He had also learned this in university. If not, he could tease others or scold others. He could say it well, but when it came to saying something serious, to talk about serious literary topics, he was at a loss. There was no other way. He did not have the ability.
What should he do?
What value of literature?
Eh, Zhang Ye suddenly had an idea. Got it!
Zhang Ye pondered for a moment and decided to use the words of the Nobel Prize laureate, Mo Yan, from his previous world, when he was giving out the award. He almost used the exact words, "Alright, then I'll say it seriously again. I want to thank my family and friends. Their friendship, their wisdom, they all shine in my works. "
Mo Yan's original words were as such.
These words might not mean much to others, but to Zhang Ye, it had a deeper meaning.
Then he continued Mo Yan's words, "Just now, when we talked about the value of literature, my personal understanding is actually very simple. Literature is indeed of no use when compared to science. But the greatest use of literature is perhaps its lack of use. "He nodded," Thank you, everyone. I'm done. "
When Meng Dongguo heard this, he was stunned.
Big Thunder and Little Red Mushroom also looked at each other in surprise!
Zhang Huo's eyes lit up as he sighed, "Teacher Zhang Ye always says that he does not understand art and is an amateur. But the last sentence of his speech perfectly showcases Teacher Zhang's literary attainments. This should be the most thought-provoking speech I have heard in recent years. Let us give Teacher Zhang a round of applause once again!"
As they applauded, many people were deep in thought.
Some people did not understand, but some people understood a little!
The greatest use of literature is perhaps its lack of use? The dozen or so Teachers from the Writers' Association stared at Zhang Ye, who was walking off the stage. This was the first time they were interested in this person. A radio host who could write "Shuidiao Getou"! An "amateur" poet who could completely abuse senior writers like them! A young lad in his early twenties who could say such words! The things that Zhang Ye had displayed made it hard for them not to pay attention to him!
In the middle and back seats.
The moment Zhang Ye returned, everyone started talking at once!
"Congratulations, Teacher Zhang!" An editor said.
"You have made our Literature Channel famous!" Auntie Sun was very pleased.
"I already said that Teacher Little Zhang is awesome. Look at how Little Zhang speaks. Even his words are so philosophical. Uh, although I don't really understand what he means." Big Sis Zhou laughed.
Wang Xiaomei, who had her eyes closed, opened her eyes and said coldly, "The usefulness that Teacher Little Zhang mentioned might be referring to creativity in reality. It has a considerable influence and effect on society. For example, science can build skyscrapers and dams, but literature cannot have such an effect. However, the greatest use of literature is that it is useless. This sentence means that because literature is not like other cultures, it does not have a material influence, nor does it bring great material satisfaction. It is not bound to the mortal world, but it can be endlessly sublimated on the spiritual level. It also has the effect of opening up a person's soul. This is precisely its greatest use. At least that's how I understand it. "
"It's profound."
"So that's how it is."
"If Teacher Xiaomei did not analyze it, I really would not have understood."
Zhang Ye did not agree with Wang Xiaomei's understanding. It was not because literature seemed useless, but because it was useless that made literature great. This was what he wanted to express, and maybe Mo Yan too. However, Zhang Ye did not refute, nor did he explain. If he understood it, then he understood it. If he understood it to have other meanings, then he understood it to have other meanings. There was no need to differentiate. Different people have different views. If literature could be 1 is 1, 2 is 2, A is A, B is B, it was either positive or negative, then literature would not be called literature.
Zhao Guozhou was clearly very interested in this sentence, "Little Zhang, your poem was written well, and your acceptance speech was also very good. Not only did your poem surpass everyone, your understanding of literature also surpassed everyone! Don't worry. In the future, no one will say that you do not know art! "
Auntie Sun sighed, "Little Zhang is impressive. He can write supernatural novels, fairy tales, modern poems, and even ancient poems. Look at him. Even a simple acceptance speech can shock everyone. Hai, is there anything you can't do!?"
Zhang Ye hurriedly said, "Everyone is flattering me. I was just saying a few words, it wasn't that serious."
A good acceptance speech?
Of course it was!
Who was Mo Yan? The people of this world might not know, but in this world, no Chinese person had ever won the Nobel Prize in Literature. However, Mo Yan was very famous in his world. He was a person who truly stood at the peak of literature, a person who had been crowned. He was a true literary master, so it would be strange if he did not say a good thing!
A simple acceptance speech had once again made him shine!
In short, Zhang Ye was in the limelight today!
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