Liu La kept staring at Zhang Miao, shifting the stars' gaze to Zhang Miao. The stars kept staring at Zhang Miao again, causing the audience in front of the TV to notice such a person sitting in the guest seat.

"Hey, who is this person?"

"Why is it wrong for me to listen to this poem? It seems that I have some meaning?"

This is the reaction of the average audience.

"Damn, Mr. Liu isn't it because he's bullying?"

"I guess so, so is it. There must be something wrong here, otherwise it would be impossible to read such a poem!"

This is the reaction of Liu La fans.

"Okay, good poetry, good scolding!"

"Oh, I'm cursing tonight, but I'm afraid I'll be banned after tonight!"

This is the reaction of some celebrities who are also disgusted by these powerful people but have never dared to show them.

Liu La didn't want to know about these reactions in various aspects. The only thing he wanted to do now was to vent his anger, and the target of his venting was naturally Zhang Miao, the culprit.

At this moment, Zhang Miao was not in a good mood and was cursing constantly. He never expected that Liu La would dare to scold himself on such an occasion, and even scolded him so fiercely. He even wrote a poem, and this poem seemed to be pretty good!

Zhang Miao is a person who loves reading books in private and likes to read satirical modern history, but he has no impression of this poem. In other words, this poem is probably original by Liu La himself. Thinking of this Zhang Miao, I just want to cry, what poem do you write like a crosstalk actor? Do you have friends like this?

When Zhang Miao found that everyone in the audience was staring at him, she really couldn't stand it anymore. She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, and her whole body couldn't stop being numb.

"Hmph." He could no longer stay there, snorted coldly, stood up and looked at Liu La, then turned around without looking back and walked outside. Qu Hong sat next to Zhang Miao. When she saw Zhang Miao, the financial boss, left, she quickly followed her. This place was too dangerous now.

But it would be fine if they didn't leave. Their departure, especially Zhang Miao's departure, further confirmed the thoughts of the audience in front of the TV. Why did Liu La leave Yi Nian Shi, and his face was so ugly? There must be something wrong here! The audience remembered Zhang Miao's unsightly face.

Looking at Zhang Miao's back as he left in a mess, Liu La continued to recite the last line of the poem to him:

"Fortunately, I don't have to be afraid of this, because I am not these eggs, I am alone in a piece of iron.

The stone is destined to be cold, but he will polish one side of the edge and the two sides of the edges for me.

Friend, do you know how iron sheets turn into blades?

Do you know Cheng Feng will have a price?"

"The price?" Liu La's poem fell into Zhang Miao's ears, making Zhang Miao's departure accelerate a little more.

After Zhang Miao disappeared from sight, Liu La continued, "Okay, my poem has been read. I hope you can like my apologies. Thank you again for those who support me." After bowing to the audience, Liu La walked off the stage, but in the screen behind, the mosaic on Liu La's face did not disappear.

After walking off the stage, Liu La did not return to his seat, but actually walked out of the venue directly. The cameras in the theater also followed Liu La to shoot, giving the audience in front of the TV a feeling of watching Liu La's ending.

Liu La kept holding his best newcomer trophy. When he walked to the door of the theater, he handed the trophy to the waiter standing by the door and said, "Thank you, I'll give it to you. If you like it, keep it. If you don't like it, please throw it away for me."

As he spoke, Liu La pushed the door and walked out, melting into the night. When Mr. Zhou saw Liu La leaving, hesitated for a moment, and stood up and followed him out.

Only the waiter was left holding the trophy in his hand and standing there, looking at a loss. But what he didn't know at this time was that today's trophy would bring him a huge wealth that could change his life to his future.

Liu La's departure made the atmosphere in the theater particularly awkward. The audience in front of the TV had no time to watch the award ceremony, and they were all focused on what was going on.

Although the scene became cold, the necessary award ceremony still had to be completed. Next, the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Organizing Committee successively announced the awards such as Best Actor, Best Director, and Best Film. What's funny is that when Liu La left, the scene immediately returned to normal and the mosaic disappeared, making people have to doubt the tricks.

In terms of awards, Zhou Xingchi made a big counterattack this time, overwhelming stars such as Cheng Long and Jet Li, and won the Best Actor and Best Director for "Kung Fu", while the Best Picture was won by "Life and Death Niu Yuru".

Unfortunately, these awards that should have been the most valued and attracted the audience's attention have become unremarkable due to Liu La's previous accident. Everyone's mind seems to be still echoing Liu La's poem-

My confession poem

Here, I want to apologize to some people.

It is like a withered jackal, who wants to apologize for the hunter who was killed by it.

Just like a servant who is a charlatan, he wants to apologize for the eunuch's grace of not killing him.

Just like an unstained lotus, you should apologize for the mud that made it famous.

They said.

Some people are diamonds, jades, rubies with their heads raised above the heads of those in power, borrowing and emitting light that is enough to destroy us.

And we are just eggs, cheap, fragile, bumpy and ugly. Only the poor and humble woman will hold us in her palms like treasures.

Eggs are destined to be unable to hit diamonds and jade, so in the face of these lights, we should be careful, bent down and hooked our backs, roped our hands and feet, and sealed our mouths, pretending to be a wriggling maggot.

According to them, I should indeed apologize.

As an egg and a maggot, I have a personal mind, a pair of mouth, eyes, nose, tongue and ears. This result is destined that they will dig out my eyes, destroy my face, and make my hot chest their grave.

Fortunately, I don’t have to be afraid of this, because I am not these eggs, I am alone in a piece of iron.

The stone is destined to be cold, but he will polish one side of the edge and the two sides of the edges for me.

Friend, do you know how iron sheets turn into blades?

Do you know that Cheng Feng will have a price?

...

ps: Well, after searching for a whole day, all the poems were used by Aunt Ting Tui. There was no way, so I had to write one by myself, which is the one above.
Chapter completed!