The event began.
Because of the Station Head's presence, there were a lot of leaders present in the event room. The staff member hosting the event was a little more reserved as he announced the rules with a smile, "Leaders and colleagues, good morning everyone. Auspicious snow indicates a bountiful year. Central TV has also welcomed this year's staff calligraphy competition. The prizes this time are very generous. The first place winner will get a laptop, the second place winner will get a cell phone, and the third place winner will get 500 RMB in phone charges. May the contestants please leave your calligraphy at the tables?"
But no one moved.
Everyone looked at each other before finally looking at the Station Head.
"Station Head, why don't you go first?"
"Yes, Station Head, please go first."
"If I had known that the Station Head would be participating, I wouldn't have participated. My calligraphy can't compare to the Station Head's, so it's better not to embarrass myself."
When the Station Head heard that, he smiled politely and said, "You guys go first."
Central TV Department 2's director chuckled and said, "If you don't go first, I doubt anyone else will dare to do so."
Seeing that no one really went first, the Station Head could only smile and say, "Alright then, I'll start first. Consider it as me throwing a brick to attract jade, but I'll still have to depend on you guys for the rest." Saying that, the Station Head walked to the nearest table. First, he picked up a towel and washed his hands. Then he picked up a brush and dipped it into the ink that had been prepared beside him. After a while, he raised the brush and placed it on the Xuan paper.
It was written in calligraphy!
It was written in cursive script!
A lot of people were already praising it.
"Good!"
"Awesome!"
"Good calligraphy, good calligraphy!"
"The Station Head's skills are still the best!"
Most of the people in the station knew that the Station Head's calligraphy was quite good. There was even a piece of the Station Head's calligraphy hanging in the upper floor of Central TV Tower. They all knew that the Station Head had a preference for cursive script, so they were not surprised and just kept flattering him.
Zhang Ye was also a little curious when he saw this. He knew that cursive script was the most difficult to write. Usually, if one was not skilled in calligraphy, they would not be able to write cursive script well. So he also went over to have a look and was slightly taken aback. He did not say anything and just silently went back the way he came.
Ha Qiqi looked at him. "What's the matter, Director Zhang?"
"Nothing," Zhang Ye said calmly.
This cursive script was a bit unpresentable. It couldn't be said that it wasn't good looking, but it definitely wasn't good looking either. However, thinking about it, he was just a calligraphy enthusiast. It was already very good to be able to write like this. It was impossible to use the standards of a professional calligrapher to demand of him.
He finished writing.
It was very simple — tranquil and profound.
Everyone applauded!
The Station Head put down his pen and smiled as he waved his hand. "We've regressed."
Jiang Yuan said with a smile, "If you call this a setback, then the calligraphy of others will be unreadable."
Xu Yipeng plucked up his courage and said, "Station Head, may I be so bold as to represent our Rise to the Dance program team to request for this painting of yours? I wonder if I would have the honor of doing so?"
A person in charge of Central TV Department 3 also said, "Station Head, please send us off!"
"Director!"
Many people asked for this painting.
The Station Manager laughed. After looking at them, he pointed at Xu Yipeng. "Since Little Xu said it first, give it to him."
Those people were feeling extremely regretful.
Meanwhile, Xu Yipeng, Chen Ye, and the others were overjoyed. "Thank you, Station Head." He turned around and instructed one of his subordinates, "When we get back, prepare it and hang it in our office!"
The Station Head's action of sending it off made Yan Tianfei and the staff of Department 14 look a little strange.
He said it first, so he gave it to him first? That was a valid reason, but could it be that he was expressing another attitude? But no matter what, everyone present could see that the Station Head and the station were very fond of Xu Yipeng, Chen Ye, and the Rise to the Dance program team. This fondness was so great that even a blind person could see it.
Jiang Yuan couldn't help but look at Yan Tianfei.
Quite a few people were also looking at Zhang Ye's expression.
But Zhang Ye had an indifferent expression on his face, as though he was not affected at all.
There were still people coming in from outside. At this moment, Central TV Department 11's Director Chen Huo and a deputy director arrived. When they saw Zhang Ye standing near the entrance, their expressions did not look too good. To be precise, they were the first people in Central TV to come into contact with Zhang Ye. Back then, Zhang Ye was one of their contestants in the crosstalk and skit competition. In the end, the crosstalk and skit competition was completely disrupted by Zhang Ye and Yao Jiancai. Remember, the Station Head of Central TV was a member of the SARFT. This was a treatment that other television stations did not have. This was also the reason why Central TV had such a special status in the industry. But even so, the crosstalk and skit competition was forcefully halted by the SARFT. As such, Chen Huo and the deputy director naturally did not have a good impression of Zhang Ye.
In Central TV, there were too many people who did not like Zhang Ye!
"Who's next?"
"Let's all write then?"
"Then let's write on our own?"
"Hur hur, don't stand on ceremony. Go ahead and write!"
There were a total of three desks. Everyone slowly gathered around and modestly gave way. From time to time, someone would go up to write on the desks and the person next to them would give a few words of praise before moving on to the next person.
When Yan Tianfei went up, he only wrote one word — Brave! Yan Tianfei wrote in regular script. His words were very large and took up a foot of Xuan paper. His words were just like him, with sharp edges and corners. Every stroke was also rather stiff, but it had a unique style to it.
Jiang Yuan also went up to join in on the fun. His writing seemed to be in regular script, but also a little semi-cursive. Some of the strokes were even written in a cursive style. It was a little odd and the standard of his writing was very poor. Beside him, Xu Yipeng, Chen Ye, and many others were still flattering Jiang Yuan and praising him for a long time. But to Zhang Ye, it was a joke. It was fine if a layman could not tell what Jiang Yuan's handwriting was, but how could he not tell what was good and bad?
Under the encouragement of her boyfriend, Tong Fu, Department 14's Huang Dandan also went up to write. Huang Dandan's handwriting was surprisingly good. She wrote a seven-character poem by a great ancient poet of this world. Her words were very graceful and gentle, which made Zhang Ye's eyes light up when he saw it.
Zhang Zuo looked at Tong Fu. "Your girlfriend's handwriting is so good?"
Tong Fu hurriedly coughed and said, "What girlfriend? We're just friends, friends."
Actually, everyone knew that the two of them were in a relationship. But perhaps it was taboo to talk about office romance, so they rarely admitted to it.
Gradually, most of the contestants were done writing.
"Director Xu."
"Why don't you join us as well?"
"Let us learn from you!"
The program team staff of Rise to the Dance cheered. With the viewership ratings being announced so soon, they were extremely confident and in a good mood, so they started to talk more. Moreover, in the entire Central TV system, their program team had the highest viewership ratings, the largest investment, and the highest expectations from the leaders. As such, they naturally had the right to be proud. The other program teams that did not have good viewership ratings would not usually be so ostentatious.
Xu Yipeng smiled. "Then I'll have to embarrass myself!"
Step forward.
Pick up the brush.
Write.
The moment he started writing, it turned out to be "Spring in the Qin Garden: Plum."
"Spring in the Qin Garden" did not refer to spring in a garden called "Qin", but rather the name of a poem. Just like the title of a song, it was a fixed form of a poem in ancient times, and people just had to fill in the lyrics. Just like the "Shuidiao Getou" poem that he had written at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, the poem "Spring in the Qin Garden" also existed in this world and was also called the same. These established historical records had not changed much.
The poem that Xu Yipeng wrote was of course not his original creation, nor did he have the ability to do so. This poem, "Spring in the Qin Garden: Plum," was written by an ancient poet of this world who was not very famous. As such, not many people had seen it before. It was different from his previous world. In this world, there were not many famous works of the poem "Spring in the Qin Garden" that had been passed down. Among the hundreds of ancient poem styles, "Spring in the Qin Garden" was one of the least famous ones. There were very few good works, and anyone who did not specialize in this field might not even know that there was a poem called "Spring in the Qin Garden". "Spring in the Qin Garden: Plum," was probably one of the more famous ones, because there was an allusion to it in history.
Xu Yipeng brandished his brush and splashed the ink.
The people around him kept cheering!
"Good calligraphy!"
"Director Xu wrote it really well!"
"What a good" Spring in the Qin Garden: Plum, "!"
The poem was very long. Xu Yipeng wrote it with full concentration for a long time. Maybe it was because the leaders were around, or maybe it was because the Station Head's gift of the poem had made him more excited. He also wanted to show off. As he wrote, his forehead started to sweat. Of course, it was also because the heater in the room was too hot.
"The words are good, the poem is good too!"
"I know this poem. It's not very famous, but I especially like it. If not for the person who wrote it not being famous, this poem would definitely be more famous!"
"I like it too!"
"This is the first time I've seen this poem. It's really good!"
"How can it not be good? Every staff calligraphy competition, as long as Director Xu participates, he will definitely get in the top three!"
After he finished writing.
Xu Yipeng said to everyone, "Sorry for the ridicule."
Everyone could not help but applaud.
Even Huang Dandan subconsciously clapped. Even if she felt that her calligraphy was not bad, she knew that compared to Xu Yipeng, there was still a huge gap. Especially since this poem was chosen well. But when she remembered that the other party was a competitor, Huang Dandan quickly put her hands down and did not applaud anymore.
Zhang Ye was also taken aback. He was very surprised that Xu Yipeng had such good calligraphy. Perhaps he had not seen everyone's calligraphy, but among the people he had seen earlier, Xu Yipeng's calligraphy was probably the best.
The Station Head walked over and lowered his head to admire it for a long time before nodding heavily. "Good calligraphy!"
Xu Yipeng said modestly, "It can't compare to yours."
The Station Head shook his head and said with a smile, "It's much better than mine. I've also seen your calligraphy a few years ago. Your calligraphy skills are probably among the best among the amateur calligraphy enthusiasts!"
Jiang Yuan added, "It's even comparable to a professional's!"
There was a hidden meaning in his words?
A professional's?
Someone looked at Zhang Ye.
Ha Qiqi was a little hesitant. She whispered to Zhang Ye, "Director Zhang, Xu Yipeng's calligraphy seems to be really good. You …" She did not know calligraphy, so she did not really understand.
Zhang Zuo, Tong Fu, and the others also did not know exactly what was good and what was bad. When they heard the Station Head praising Xu Yipeng's calligraphy, they felt a little unconfident.
Zhang Ye smiled when he heard that. "It's really not bad."
Little Wang said, "Then what about your calligraphy? How does it compare to him? "
Compare to him?
Compare to Xu Yipeng?
Zhang Ye did not say anything because he really did not know how to answer. He felt that answering this question in itself would make him feel a little degraded!
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