There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.

Xia Junnan calmly recited Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

"this!!!"

Everyone took a breath, and the older leader was so shocked that he could not stand still and even had difficulty breathing.

It was with great difficulty that I calmed down and slowly sat down to start the evaluation.

"Good poem, good poem!"

"This short four-line poem uses wonderful words. I have never seen homesickness described like this before!"

"It's a masterpiece! You can recite it casually. Could it be that it was written by Du Fu, the poet saint in your dream?"

Wang Qingshi asked excitedly, thinking that this master's poetry writing ability was really incredible!

"This is written by another poet Li Bai in the dream"

Xia Junnan rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, thinking to himself: Everything I said is true!

"Li Bai? This is unheard of again."

"This is Du Fu and Li Bai, and there are more than one master behind it!"

According to the lifelong experience of many veteran figures in the literary world, being able to write an eternally famous poem in a lifetime is already the limit of a talented poet.

But now there is a second famous poem that can be passed down through the ages. It is definitely not written by one person.

"Can't this little brother really reveal the master's location so that we can pay our respects?"

All the leaders had turned away from their initial questioning attitude and asked pleadingly.

"Masters, this is what I saw in my dream. There is no way I can see it in reality!"

Zuo An, who was on the side, was a little anxious when he saw this situation. As a person in the literary world, after hearing and seeing two masterpieces in a short period of time, how could he not want to meet the real author? But obviously this handsome man would not reveal the situation.

Already.

Thinking of this, Zuo An suddenly came up with a plan, and secretly thought that it would be better to take a long-term approach to catch the big fish. If he asked openly, he would definitely get no results.

So he passed over the old masters and stepped forward.

"Mr. Handsome Man, how about this? That's it for today. Let's not talk about seeing this situation in our dreams. I have a suggestion."

"The prize for "Wang Yue" is 100,000 yuan, and "Silent Night Thoughts" is also a rare masterpiece. Let me make the decision. What do you think about this one?"

Now it was Xia Junnan's turn to be shocked. The organizer of this poetry contest was so dignified and generous!

"Of course it's no problem!" Xia Junnan's mouth raised in excitement, and he almost burst into tears, but he controlled his mentality in time and didn't collapse.

Zhang Hefeng and Wang Qingshi felt that Zuoan was also crazy, and they could not act like this no matter what. Although there was no shortage of money in the poetry competition, the money was not given out by strong winds!

The two quickly pulled Zuo An aside and whispered.

“Each person’s entry is only one poem, so you’re violating the rules by giving two first-class prizes in a row...”

"It's okay. I don't have to worry about money. I don't regret spending the money. I still feel that it was too little!"

"Ah?" The second elder became even more confused after hearing this.

"Our goal is to find the person behind this handsome guy. In this case, we have to establish a long-term cooperation with him."

"During this period, we mobilize our connections in China to follow him secretly for a while. It's possible that the master behind him will never have contact with him! We can always find clues. Are you worried about not being able to find the real poet?"

"Besides, one hundred thousand yuan for such a famous poem is too little. Poems of this level are priceless."

"Well, not bad, not bad, but we are old and have not considered the problem thoroughly enough. Xiao Zuo, you are right! We have also studied poetry and literature all our lives, how can we still be so tacky! It's really..."

After being cleared, Zuo An turned around and walked up to Xia Junnan again and called the bank manager directly to ask for an additional 100,000 yuan to be transferred to Xia Junnan.

This time, a total of 200,000 was quickly transferred to Xia Junnan's bank card.

Xia Junnan was even more happy when he saw that the money had arrived. Seeing that it was lunch time, he promptly offered to take the first step.

Upon seeing this, Zuo An understood the situation and knew that the other party was a young man after all and did not want to be so formal about going to dinner with a group of old people. He happened to see the scorching sun outside and proposed to send Xia Junnan back in person.

In fact, Zuo An's purpose is to find out where the other party lives first so that follow-up can be easier.

Xia Junnan also saw that Zuo An still had something to say to him, so he readily accepted the proposal.

Soon there was another call from Zuoan, and a Lamborghini parked at the gate of Gufeng Villa. The two of them said goodbye to all the dignitaries and got in the car.

Zuo An spoke again in the car.

"Mr. Handsome Man, I have a suggestion. How about you cooperate with our poetry contest?"

"How to cooperate?" Xia Junnan was also curious.

"If you dream about another poem at night, can you continue to send tickets to our poetry competition? The price is negotiable, and bonuses can be given based on the quality of the poem. The minimum is 100,000, with no upper limit."

"In addition, if you post it to the Huaxia official website and the traffic is large, how about we share the traffic revenue with you? Thirty-seven points, you seven and our poetry contest will give you three points."

"Okay! But I have an idea."

"Oh? Please tell me, Mr. Toshinan"

"Now the data of "Wangyue" in the poetry competition has become a data giant that far exceeds other entries. I hope that I can use different pen names to publish different poems to compete with it and create a greater discussion."

As a soul that has lived on earth for more than 40 years, Xia Junnan knows very well how to make the heat even higher.

After hearing this, Zuo An nodded repeatedly, thinking that he was worthy of being the spokesperson of a peerless master. This was a brilliant idea.

The two talked a lot about the details of the cooperation, and after reaching a consensus, Zuo An remembered the invitation from the most powerful voice in China. He looked at the man next to him and thought that it would be better to invite him to watch the event together, so as to enhance their understanding.

"Mr. Handsome Man, I would like to invite you to watch the competition at China's Strongest Voice in three days. This time, because of the explosion of traffic in our poetry contest, China's Strongest Voice temporarily changed the theme and even wanted to take advantage of our popularity, because your poems have attracted so much attention.

We have been silent for so many years and are now proud of ourselves!”

"this!"

Xia Junnan was a little hesitant. After all, Zhang Yaoyao was also participating in China's Strongest Voice, and he didn't really want to see her.

Zuo An noticed his hesitation and directly enlarged his move.

"Mr. Junnan, please be sure to attend. We are given the best seats in the middle. Other spectators can't even get paid seats! And this is my sincerity, please look at the prestige!"

Zuo An picked up his mobile phone and transferred the red envelope directly. In front of the mysterious master and the poem, money is nothing.

As the mobile wallet dinged, Xia Junnan clicked on the red envelope: fifty thousand yuan.

His hesitation was wiped away as soon as he saw it. Even if he saw his ex-wife Zhang Yaoyao, he would not be able to see him even if he was an audience member.

"Okay, I agree, thank you Brother Zuo!"

"But Brother Zuo, I have one more request, please don't expose my true identity, okay?"

What Xia Junnan wants is to make a fortune quietly. If netizens find out about him, there will be thousands of women like Zhang Yaoyao to pay attention to him. It’s scary to think about it.

"That's no problem, that's what I mean."

What Zuo An was thinking was that the mysterious master must not have appeared because he did not want to be disturbed. He would not be so stupid as to expose the master's spokesperson. Wouldn't it be more difficult to see the master?

After the two parties negotiated, the car also drove to the gate of Xingfu Villa Community.

The two got off the car and walked to Xia Junnan's door on the left bank.
Chapter completed!