Seeing Xia Junnan, several people had already confirmed in their minds that there really was a mysterious outsider behind him. Not to mention other things, it was unlikely that this handsome boy had devoted himself to studying poetry for many years.

Although his voice sounded young, he was estimated to be in his early thirties, but when he saw the real person, he realized that he was probably in his early twenties.

The sum of these characteristics is far different from those of people with advanced literary skills. Even if a genius is in his early thirties, the possibility of being in his early twenties is almost zero.

"Um, how old are you, Mr. Handsome Man?" Seeing that he was too young, Zuo An unconsciously changed "you" to "you". There is really no way to call him "you"!

Xia Junnan thought that this was to verify his identity so that he could send money.

"I am exactly 23 years old this year"

"What's your real name?" Zuo An continued to ask.

"Xia Junnan, the third character is south"

"Oh, it seems that it is a pen name based on the real name!"

23! Still an insignificant age! At this age, the poem is definitely not written by him." All the leaders made eye contact and understood each other. They all thought of going together and nodded to each other.

"Oh, you are such a talented young man. Please invite Mr. Handsome Man inside now."

The conventional rule is to address people directly by their pen name or screen name.

After all, the other few were very old people. When they heard the specific age, they were stunned and didn't know how to react. Zuoan had no choice but to negotiate again.

"You haven't asked this big brother yet?"

Xia Junnan saw that the atmosphere between them was a little awkward, so he took the initiative to speak, but he couldn't ask the old man first. The old man wearing black-rimmed glasses was already the youngest one, but it was obviously better to call him eldest brother when they met for the first time.

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"Haha, my name is Zuo An, and I am the main person in charge of this poetry competition." As expected, Zuo An was obviously very happy when he heard this title.

"By the way, let me first introduce these leading figures in our Chinese literary world."

Zuo An began to take the initiative to introduce them one by one, and introduced Xia Junnan and other senior figures to the living room, where they sat down face to face. They were both educated people and would not be very direct even if they had questions.

After Zuo'an asked the staff to pour everyone a cup of tea, Xia Junnan stood up and bowed respectfully to the elders.

"I am very honored to meet all the elderly people and Brother Zuo today."

"But, didn't the call say I'm here to collect the bonus? What's the process for withdrawing money?"

His words made several heavyweights look at each other. They were a little surprised that someone who could write such a poem would ask for money so directly. They made eye contact with each other: After all, they are still young.

Xia Junnan doesn't care whether these literary figures are big or not, or whether these people have other purposes, as long as they are polite, the important thing is the bonus.

"Don't worry, Mr. Junnan, please provide your bank card number."

"okay"

Zuo An immediately called the bank and told the bank to transfer the money, but after he hung up the phone, he secretly sent a message to the bank manager to ask the money to arrive slowly. Mainly because Xia Junnan looked like he was here for money, and the money arrived.

I'm afraid I'll have to find an excuse to leave immediately.

After a while, Xia Junnan was a little anxious when he saw that he had not received the payment notification information in the text message on his mobile phone. He was about to ask,

Wang Qingshi couldn't bear it anymore.

"This handsome young gentleman, is this poem indeed yours?"

When I thought about what I had said to my grandson before, that I would take him as my disciple, I regretted that I had said it too early. As a man in his seventies, I originally thought that the other person was ninety or one hundred years old, but my heart dropped when I heard the voice of a young man on the phone.

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Seeing the real person again, this man in his early twenties really couldn't accept it. He always kept his word, and if he got into trouble this time, he would be laughed at by his grandson.

"Yes, that's why I'm here to receive the award!" Xia Junnan could actually tell that they didn't believe that he could write such a shocking poem at his age, but to him, these leaders' doubts were not important, the important thing was money.

"Okay, Mr. Wang, don't be so polite, let me say a few words."

"Don't mind this handsome young man. Actually, what Mr. Wang wants to ask is, did someone teach you this poem?"

Another great Chinese poet, Zhang Hefeng, couldn't help but put down his cup and stood up. Unlike Wang Qingshi, he was impatient and directly pointed out the issues that everyone wanted.

Zhang Hefeng made this move, and others began to question and ask.

"Yes, to be honest, brother, this "Wang Yue" is really rare in decades. We have no other reason to invite you. Can you recommend a real poet to us?"

"Yes, can this poet let us visit?"

"This poet must have an extraordinary relationship with you, this handsome boy!"

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"Well, you have also discovered it. Okay, let me show my hand. This poem was written by a poet in the dream. I happened to remember it after I woke up from the dream, so I wrote it down."

Xia Junnan saw that everyone actually wanted to see the original author Du Fu. How could he see this? He was not on the same planet, nor in the same time and space. He could only make it up and pass it to him in his dream.

"Written in a dream? Can you reveal the name of this poet saint?"

"Du Fu, the Saint of Poetry"

Xia Junnan also felt that it was not appropriate to say that he wrote it completely. After all, he had copied the text across the planet. Although the Blue Star people would not know about Du Fu, he still wanted to say it.

"This name is unheard of! You can't make it up, you still can't find anyone like this."

"Young man, don't worry, even if this poem is not your original creation, this bonus is still yours."

Zhang Hefeng felt that the young man in front of him was too tight-lipped and really refused to reveal anything, so he gave him a shot in the arm. He felt that he might have revealed the truth and the person behind the scenes was afraid that he would not receive the bonus.

"Everyone, please allow me to say that I don't think it can be ruled out that the poet is indeed this handsome man himself. Since ancient times, heroes have been born young. Although he is young, this possibility cannot be ruled out."

Perhaps it was Xia Junnan who called him "big brother" when they first met, which made Zuo An feel friendly. In addition, at the age of over 40, he is much younger than the leading figures. When he was young, he was also considered a genius in the world of poetry.

But as I get older, my inspiration gradually runs out, and I can no longer compose any good poems. I can only take care of daily routine work.

"Is this possible?"

"Everyone, be quiet. Let's take a look at him." Wang Qingshi saw that everyone was holding on to different opinions and had different ideas, so he thought that he would test each other's skills on the spot.

"Mr. Wang, this is a good idea. This handsome young man, do you dare to try it?" Zhang Hefeng agreed.

"Okay, it's still early anyway, and the bonus hasn't arrived yet, so I'll ask you to come up with questions."

Xia Junnan saw that these elderly people were so serious, and knew that today they had to break the casserole and ask the truth. Anyway, they were idle, and they could definitely get the money. One hundred thousand yuan would be enough for a while. If there was a question

If you can't answer, then you can't answer. At most, they won't go back to their homes until lunch time. Elderly people must pay attention to their health and eat on time.

"Please write a poem with the theme of missing your hometown, handsome boy, can you?" Wang Qingshi began to write the topic.

"Can"
Chapter completed!