Chapter 211 I don’t have any ideals. I’m just trying to survive by eating and waiting to die. I’m not going to lie to you!
"???"
Seeing Yang Chuntao roll his eyes and fall down in a daze, everyone was stunned for a moment.
Why did he faint?
Huh? No! Faint?
"Call an ambulance!"
Some people in the crowd who were quick to react hurriedly took out their cell phones and dialed 120. Seeing that something was wrong, two strong men went up to lift Yang Chuntao up and ran straight out of the restaurant.
After a period of commotion, everyone gradually calmed down.
Yang Chuntao's situation was obviously a serious one. All he had to do was go to a place with fresh air and get some fresh air. If things didn't work, he could go to the hospital and get an intravenous drip or something.
Unfortunately, after today's poetry competition, the broad road in front of him was completely broken.
The dozen or so poems written by Wang Hao were too fierce and cruel, and they were heavy blows without any mercy at all.
Under such a blow, Yang Chuntao will be riddled with wounds.
oh?
Wang Hao glanced at him curiously, bowed respectfully and asked, "May I ask what you call me, senior?"
"Seize the swallow's mouth from mud, cut iron like mud,"
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles."
Just make do with life?
First, he tested Wang Hao's identity, and then he brought up "future" and "development", which was clearly a warning to him.
Wang Hao stepped forward and said, "Old sir, if you have anything to say, just say it. I'll be waiting."
By then, countless criticisms will surely follow!
The two strong men who had carried Yang Chuntao came out again, lifted Cheng Zhongqing up and walked out of the restaurant with ease.
Wang Hao didn't refuse, he reached out and took the brush into his hand, and started writing.
Fortunately, there is a hospital not far away, so even calling 120 is omitted.
"Junior, I think your poetry writing skills just now are quite good. I guess your cultural level should be high, right? Could it be that you are a student of the Huaxia Academy of Drama?"
"Tsk, it's a pity. If I were a villain, I'm afraid Brother Yang would have to be regarded as a hypocrite. As for you... I have a few poems here. How about I read them to you?"
The people around him couldn't help but change their eyes when looking at Wang Hao. This young man was really merciless and would kill people as soon as he spoke!
"If you don't obey me, your future will be ruined!"
She wanted to record everything that happened today, go back and show it to her father, and make him happy.
"I didn't expect that in your eyes, I would turn out to be a narrow-minded, mean person who doesn't understand etiquette?"
"When people see me, they all sneer when they hear my great words."
There was a lot of sneers from the crowd. Wang Hao's turn of phrase was so brilliant that Cheng Zhongqing instantly stared at him with anger.
"My father-in-law is still afraid of future generations, but my husband must not be young."
"Split the meat from the egret's legs,"
"If you feel dissatisfied, I have a few more songs here. How about I read them to you?"
These people rely on their own abilities, their heads seem to be no longer on their necks, and they always look down when they look at people.
"Is it because of the old gentleman?"
It can be seen from the appearance that this old man is somewhat similar to Yang Chuntao. It is obvious that the two people have a close relationship.
Anyway, he has already been offended severely, and Wang Hao is not ready to hold back anymore. These people are bullies and shy of the strong, so they must be subdued!
"Old sir, what do you think of my poem? Is it fine and thorough? Do you think it suits your identity?"
Having said that, Wang Hao didn't care about the drastic change in the expression of the old man opposite him, and kept reading to himself:
If you go out and get criticized verbally and verbally, it will be a big loss!
Seeing that no one came out for a long time, Zhou Liangyin rolled his eyes at everyone, and then winked at a middle-aged man next to him with two dark circles under his eyes.
At this time, a new ink tray was replaced.
Behind the crowd, Guo Xiaoxue, who had been taking pictures with her cell phone, covered her mouth and had fun.
Fortunately, someone had anticipated this scene and stood behind Cheng Zhongqing in advance. Otherwise, if he fell, the old man would have been killed on the spot.
Cheng Zhongqing let out an angry roar, rolled his eyes, and fell down in a daze.
"Do you mean that only state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps?"
"Besides, I'm used to being lazy, and I don't have any big ambitions or lofty ideals. I just eat and wait for death, and just make do with what I have to survive."
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"It was clear that Yang Chuntao was the first to provoke the incident, and then he repeatedly spoke rudely to me. In the end, I had no choice but to respond."
After he finished writing the poem, he smiled modestly at the middle-aged man, pointed at the poem on the rice paper and said, "I really don't need words, I can only express my feelings with a poem. It's ridiculous."
"You are a junior. Not only are you narrow-minded, you have even lost all manners. You don't know who your parents are, so you can teach a junior like you!"
"Shuzi! Shuzi!"
If anyone mentions this name in the future, they will definitely think of this scene today.
Their initial idea was to humiliate Zuo Min'an, improve his status in the circle, and push Zhao Qin to the throne of the young leader of the folk art world.
After reciting the poem, Cheng Zhongqing's face suddenly changed drastically!
Finally, the last straw that broke the camel's back appeared.
Interesting, so interesting!
Taking advantage of the "intermission", Guo Xiaoxue simply asked the clerk outside the door for a power bank.
Seeing Cheng Zhongqing being carried out, many people behind Zhou Liangyin could not sit still.
Wang Hao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It was interesting to chat with these literati. There was no bad word between the lines, but the threatening meaning was clearly revealed.
Wang Hao wrote ten poems angrily, and Yang Chuntao was so angry that his heart was filled with blood and his eyes were black...
"Scrape the golden Buddha's face and search carefully, and you will find something in nothing."
"Mosquitoes eat fat and oil from their bellies."
What a fool!
The middle-aged man never expected that his punch would not only fail to dampen Wang Hao's spirit, but would instead cause him serious harm.
But who is Wang Hao?
An unknown junior who has barely even grown his hair. If he loses to him, this group of people will no longer have to hang out in the folk arts and cultural circles.
"But as someone who has been there, I can warn you based on the experience of my elders. A scholar should be gentle and polite. Being too aggressive is not a good thing. This will have great limitations on your future development. Do you understand?"
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt dizzy in his head and his breathing became rapid.
I thought that today would be like the same situation as before, but I didn't expect that with the appearance of Wang Hao, the situation would change dramatically.
The group of guys on the opposite side still wanted to humiliate Mr. Zuo, but they didn't expect that they had already lost two generals before they achieved their goal!
What do you mean when you write "The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles away"?
Eating and waiting to die?
He straightened up slowly and looked at Cheng Zhongqing with a bit more ridicule and disdain in his eyes, "I thought I was really reasonable, but I didn't expect that just after I sent away a fool who was talking nonsense, there was another one here.
Here comes an old guy who relies on his old age and sells his old age."
"Sorry, I haven't heard of it."
There is not even a single curse word in Wang Hao's poem, but greed is written to the extreme between the lines. This is a satire that he relies on his old age to act indiscriminately and only cares about his own ideas and interests.
But if you want to defeat him, writing poems is useless. Didn't you see that Cheng Zhongqing and Yang Chuntao have already been carried out?
All the calligraphers and poetry writers lowered their heads and pretended to think, not daring to challenge him at all. Although they all said they were dissatisfied, they were already timid towards Wang Hao.
And his response method also adopts a consistent style, simple, direct, no beeping!
"Hey! Another one fell down!"
The middle-aged man looked curiously. When he saw the poem on the paper, he rolled his eyes and almost fell down.
I didn’t expect such a thorn to appear!
It's okay if the other party is a well-known master in the circle. Even if they are humiliated, they have nothing to say. There is no shame in not being as skilled as their elders.
At first I didn’t think there was anything unusual about these words, but when I chewed them carefully I found that there was a threat between the lines!
"Everyone in the world says that younger generations should respect the old, love the young, and be courteous to their neighbors. But you, a little thief, wrote several poems to mock me, the future pillar of China. I don't know what your intentions are!"
"There are so many pairs of eyes looking at you. I don't know if you are really confused or if your eyes are dim."
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Guo Lei polished it with great interest and handed the brush to Wang Hao.
There were many people who had the same idea as her, and more and more people took out their mobile phones and began to record the wonderful scene in front of them.
She had attended many gatherings in the folk art and cultural circles with her old man before, so she had a certain understanding of Zhou Liangyin and his group.
The meaning is obvious. Do you want to continue?
Hearing that Wang Hao wanted to continue reading poems, Cheng Zhongqing could no longer calm down. He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at him, "You... you are such a bastard!"
The next second, the middle-aged man nodded and immediately stepped out of the crowd.
That is to give the old man face, otherwise she would have walked away long ago based on her temper.
However, even so, Wang Hao was still not ready to give up.
puff……
Wang Hao's eyes widened in an exaggerated manner. Just when the old man was about to accept his compliment, he suddenly shook his head.
The old man raised his hand to stroke his beard and said proudly: "Cheng Zhongqing!"
"The quails are looking for peas in the crop,"
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"He insults me and scolds me, but I still have to treat him politely? Hey, you are so greedy, I almost want to laugh."
"I'm sorry, I may have to disappoint my husband. I dropped out of elementary school after only reaching the fourth grade. Now I am just a street kid in society. It is inevitable that I have a bad temper."
If someone mentions this poem in the future, they will definitely think of his satire on Wang Hao immediately.
But if you don't respond, doesn't that mean you're afraid of him?
For a time, Cheng Zhongqing was caught in a dilemma, especially the comments about this poem from people around him made him angry.
An old man at the back of the crowd couldn't help but scolded: "You are so narrow-minded as a junior. I just said a few words to you, why is it necessary to go into such a big fight?"
"oh!!!"
"If you can make the wind calm down and come down, you can still blow away the water."
He kept opening his mouth, but facing Wang Hao's mocking expression, he didn't know how to speak.
If he speaks out again and that boy writes a poem to satirize him again, his reputation will be completely ruined for the rest of his life!
"What a cruel poem!"
Wang Hao’s irony is really wonderful!
If someone with his literary talents can only wait to die, what about those whose literary talents on set are not as good as his?
Wouldn’t it be possible to dig a grave and kill oneself in a matter of minutes?
"No, I'm afraid I'll be dead if this keeps up!"
Hearing this, the smile on Wang Hao's face suddenly stopped.
The middle-aged man's face darkened, and the dark circles around his eyes suddenly became darker. He gritted his teeth and said directly:
"Since your literary talent is so elegant, why don't we improvise a few couplets? In addition to congratulating Mr. Zuo on his birthday, we can also prove to the outside world that your literary talent is indeed genuine and not just speculation! How about that?"
Couplets?
Hearing these words, Wang Hao was suddenly startled.
He is not good at this project. After all, this couplet is different from poetry. It is just an improvisation. I don't know if the system can still help?