After writing a poem, Wang Hao took a few steps back and revealed the 42 characters on the table for everyone to see.
"The taste of the world is pure joy!"
At the square table, as he read word for word, the expression on Mr. Guo's face became more and more exciting, and in the end he couldn't help but sigh.
"Good poetry! Good composition! Good artistic conception!"
At this moment, the rest of the people who had come to their senses also started praising him one after another.
"This Qinghuan is not that Qinghuan. As you chew it carefully, you seem to have a unique attitude towards life."
"After all the sails in life, maybe we will all return happily in the end."
"This is an excellent piece of poetry!"
Everyone did not hide the look of love on their faces, but it was a pity that this was a gift from Wang Hao to Guo Lei, otherwise they would really want to protest.
In fact, in the final analysis, there is still a saying that "literati should look down on each other".
Before leaving, Guo Lei took Wang Hao to take a look at the poem that had been hung in the banquet hall, and happily promised him that he could call him no matter what trouble he encountered in Kyoto.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Fang Chao's expression changed, and he couldn't help but have some bad premonitions in his heart.
Wang Hao looked at the two of them with interest, and he was a little curious about what they would say about the bean juice.
This guy has a lot of works written by Wang Hao in his hands. Although most of those poems are full of satire, this cannot conceal the profound artistic conception!
After listening to these explanations from Zuo Minan, Wang Hao suddenly realized!
Although he is not afraid of being bitten now that he has too many lice, it still hurts when the storm hits him. After all, who knows what kind of trouble these duplicitous guys will cause?
Just at this time, Guo Lei, who had gone to frame the poem, came back from the door.
According to inside information, the Chinese Literature Archives needs a young person who is outstanding enough in the literary circle to be a "guide to learning," and this is exactly the purpose of the Endeavor Party.
It’s really difficult for someone with a lower seniority!
They have already elected Zhao Qin.
Facing the curious gazes of Xiao Zhicheng and Liu Wenqin, Xu Xiaoya behaved gracefully and without any fear of strangers.
Zuo Min'an nodded, frowned and said, "You must be careful in the future. These people have weird personalities and may cause some trouble in order to deal with you."
To sum up, although this person is talented, he has no virtue!
Because of this, the two factions are constantly competing. Especially with the establishment of the Chinese Literature Archive in recent years, the Endeavor faction is constantly making small moves.
Fang Chao was originally planning to leave his share of "recovering strength after enduring hardships, regardless of the winds of east, west, north, and south" to himself, but it was a pity that Mr. Guo took it away in the end...
"If you perform well, you might even be able to attend the Spring Festival Gala and become a household name!"
Without Wang Hao's special instructions, Xiao Zhicheng ordered three bowls of bean juice and a bowl of soy milk as soon as he sat down.
Xiao Zhicheng showed an expression like a wolf grandma on his face, and warmly greeted the two of them to try a sip.
"These are all outstanding figures currently active in the cultural and folk arts circles. Among them, Zhao Qin and Yang Chuntao are the youngest, and these two are also the focus of training..."
"Really!" Wang Hao nodded affirmatively.
In the end, Wang Hao nodded and agreed, and promised to go to the Huaxia Drama Academy to report to Zuo Minan after the recording of the first season of Extreme Challenge.
The three masters and apprentices stood at the door of the restaurant, greeting everyone who was leaving.
What they advocate is to use "talent" to get to the top, that is, to use enough talents to convince people in the circle, and not pay attention to other things for the time being.
When the two of them ended their conversation, it was already past one in the morning.
Wang Hao smiled and nodded in agreement.
Liu Wenqin nodded heavily and looked at Wang Hao with a more moved look.
Wang Hao's face was full of black lines, "Go, what's coming? Please! Please pay attention to your wording, okay? Drive your car quickly, and take them to dinner first."
"I will work hard."
…
In the breakfast room.
When they arrived at a breakfast shop near the company, several people in the car had already become familiar with each other.
"Hello there."
"Come and try the specialties unique to the capital."
In fact, the flight ticket was originally scheduled for Wednesday, but there happened to be a thunderstorm in Shanghai and the plane was unable to take off. Unfortunately, Liu Wenqin had to arrive one day late.
Zhou Liangyin, Yang Chuntao, Cheng Zhongqing, Zhan Zhuangping, Zhao Qin...
"Brother Hao!"
The hard work of drying out ink and saving it was all in vain, which made Fang Chao lament the impermanence of things in the world.
But then he thought about it, and he suddenly asked curiously: "Then wouldn't I have hindered the implementation of their plan?"
Not surprisingly, after taking the first sip, the expressions of the two people who were still curious suddenly changed.
Fang Chao immediately threw away his inner annoyance. Even though he was already in his forties, his face still showed a bright smile like a child.
Hey?
Wang Hao suddenly became happy, was he trying to hurt himself?
He immediately said: "Senior brother, don't worry, I will write a new one for you, and you can just tell me what style you want."
…
Six o'clock sharp in the afternoon.
As the fragrance of tea filled the air, Zuo Minan introduced to Wang Hao in detail the identities of those who opposed him at today's banquet.
However, the "conservatives" headed by Zuo Min'an have a new argument. They advocate "having both ability and political integrity"!
Note that “morality” comes first and then “talent”!
For Zuo Min'an, if a person has no virtue, then no matter how talented he is, he will never go far in the future!
Wang Hao nodded slightly, his face showing a little solemnity.
Liu Wenqin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was originally worried that his lateness would cause Wang Hao's dissatisfaction, but now it seemed that he didn't care.
Wang Hao took the suitcase in his hand and said with a smile: "Are you tired? Let's go back to the car and wait. We have to wait for someone, and then I will arrange a place for you to stay."
Outside the gate of Xiaoxuan in Qinglu.
He was just about to run, but someone had already stood up and walked towards him.
When Wang Hao and Xiao Zhicheng arrived at the airport, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Xu Xiaoyale giggled happily, and even Liu Wenqin couldn't help but smile a little on his face.
The "endeavor group" headed by Zhou Liangyin intends to push Zhao Qin into the position of a leader of the younger generation in the cultural and folk arts circles.
With Zuo Minan's analysis, Wang Hao also gradually understood why Zhou Liangyin led a group of people to provoke today.
This person who gave me a hand is now starting to give me a second hand. How can he be so virtuous and capable?
Just like this Zhao Qin, although he is indeed the best young talent among the Endeavor faction and has a strong enough background, his character and behavior have never satisfied Zuo Minan.
"It's so difficult to chat with women, it's even harder than singing on a flyover!"
But unfortunately, Zhao Qin has never been recognized by conservatives.
After returning to the business car, Wang Hao briefly introduced himself to the two of them, and then asked about Liu Wenqin's current situation.
He grinned, with a sheepish expression on his face.
Fang Chao was responsible for sending Zuo Minan back home, while Wang Hao got into the business car driven by Xiao Zhicheng, and the two of them rushed to the airport together.
Under the curious gazes of Liu Wenqin and Xiao Zhicheng, Wang Hao led a girl wearing ethnic minority clothing into the car.
"Tell me, how much money can you make by singing on Tianqiao? After signing with the company, I will tailor some songs for you, and we will sing on the big stage in the future!"
It wasn't until he arrived near the company that he breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time secretly came to a conclusion.
Watching the elders leaving one after another, Fang Chao couldn't help but put a smile on his face that was uglier than crying.
In the end, he failed to save the poems written by Wang Hao.
After taking two quick steps, Liu Wenqin walked through the exit of the plane carrying a suitcase with paint peeling off and came to Wang Hao.
Although he was extremely sleepy, Wang Hao still insisted on coming to the pick-up gate. After waiting for almost ten minutes, a familiar figure came into his sight.
When he learned that he was still singing on the bridge that day, Wang Hao shook his head helplessly.
Fang Chao ran to settle the fee with him, while the master and apprentice went to a special tea room in Qinglu Xiaoxuan.
After sending the last person away, Zuo Min'an glanced sideways at his dejected senior disciple, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh: "Why are you crying? Isn't it just some poems, calligraphy and painting? Your junior brother is still standing here, how much do you want to give in?
Can’t he just write it to you?”
Zuo Min'an is a senior executive of the Huaxia Academy of Drama, so he naturally has the authority to recruit students. Therefore, after learning that Wang Hao was a graduate of the Huaxia Academy of Media, he proudly proposed the idea of letting Wang Hao continue his graduate studies.
…
Zuo Min'an told him the background of the Guo family, and also introduced the situation of Guo Lei. If someone dared to stumble him behind his back in the future, Guo Lei would definitely play a huge role.
"Really?" Fang Chao's eyes lit up.
Counting those couplets and poetry collections, Fang Chao collected more than 20 pieces of Wang Hao's works. Unfortunately, in the end, he only left the copy of "Your Majesty's Peach Blossoms All Over the World"!
There is no doubt that this is Zuo Min'an's share, and no one can take it.
In the end, after comprehensive consideration, the position of "guide to learning" was temporarily shelved, and perhaps it could only be settled after the two groups reached a complete consensus.
…
But after hearing this, Fang Chao still sighed and said: "What I want is the artistic conception. I no longer feel it after writing it the second time."
Xu Xiaoya was obviously very curious about Liu Wenqin. Along the way, she asked him about the experience of singing on the Tianqiao and whether anyone would really pay him?
…
The master and apprentice then chatted a lot.
Four o'clock in the morning.
With that said, he hurriedly ran out the door.
Xiao Zhicheng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, stared at Xu Xiaoya for a long time, and suddenly his eyes widened!
Faced with Wang Hao's confusion, Zuo Min'an patiently explained to him many good policies about graduate school.
"good."
"Hey? Isn't this the little girl from the Jinuo tribe? Brother Hao, did you really abduct her?"
Hearing this, Guo Lei couldn't wait for it and hurriedly rolled up the rice paper and said eagerly: "Everyone, have a good time and drink. I'll find someone to frame it right now."
Some local seniors in literature and music and art circles were picked up by younger generations at home, while others from other places checked into the hotel, preparing to return after visiting Kyoto's scenic and ancient attractions the next day.
Liu Wenqin has a slightly introverted personality. Faced with the barrage of questions, he was obviously unable to withstand the barrage of questions, and sweat even dripped from his forehead.
Short hair, square-framed glasses, and a broken guitar bag carried behind her back...a perfect mariachi look!
"It's a deal! I'll let you know when I think about it!"
Seeing this scene, many people subconsciously looked at Fang Chao on the side.
Liu Wenqin was fine and managed to swallow it, but Xu Xiaoya vomited it directly into the trash can next to the table, with a look of resistance on her face.
"What the hell is this? It tastes too bad, right?"
Seeing that Wang Hao was still swallowing it, both of their faces were full of shock. This stuff was actually for people to drink!
"Hahaha, this is called the baptism of the new."
Xiao Zhicheng laughed happily. When he came to Kyoto with Wang Hao, he was coaxed to take a big sip. The taste was so sour and refreshing.