Zhang Yuan suspected that there was a reason. He had never heard of a similar competition that could provide such a large amount of prize money.

If there were so many prizes for every ancient poetry competition, who would still persist in their dream of e-sports, or play basketball and football?

Isn't it nice to just study Chinese well and write a poem peacefully and get the bonus?

"Ahem, Mr. Wang, I think so, I am also a young man.

You should be able to compete on the same stage with seniors from several other universities.

Do I need to register to participate in this ancient poetry conference?”

"Your teacher from the National People's Congress should contact you on Monday."

"Oh oh oh, I understand.

Some old gentlemen asked me to go by name, right?

Since I am the default winner, why not just give me all the money?

If you want to read new poems, I will write them to you.

For one hundred thousand Chinese coins, I will write you down until you go bankrupt.

Fifteen million Chinese coins can be exchanged for at least 150 poems, but if I go to some ancient poetry conference, I can only exchange ten poems at most.

You old gentlemen, can’t you be so old that you can’t even settle accounts?”

Mr. Wang pressed the receiver of his cell phone and looked at the elderly people around him.

"What he said seems to make sense. Should we change the competition system?"

"How to change it?"

Mr. Qu was also confused. There were only four rounds of ancient poetry competitions in the past, which meant that four poems could determine the outcome.

Fifteen million Chinese coins were exchanged for four poems, and Mader lost it to her grandma's house.

"Whoever writes more wins?"

"Compared to this, I can write thirty poems in one hour."

"What if someone doesn't pay attention to quality and only focuses on quantity, and Zhang Yuan overturns?"

The four old guys wanted Zhang Yuan to vomit out all the stuff in his stomach, but they also didn't want others to take advantage.

"Pay attention to quality as well as quantity, and then just find someone to evaluate and rate each poem."

"In this case, even if Zhang Yuan writes more than ten poems, he will definitely win."

Mr. Qu and Mr. Sun are beginning to regret holding this ancient poetry conference.

If it were not held, 15 million Chinese coins could really be exchanged for 150 poems, and there would be absolutely no problem in turning it into a collection of poems.

Zhang Yuan couldn't hear Mr. Wang's reply on the phone, so he knew that these old men were secretly discussing.

"Hey, hey, one hundred thousand songs are only for tonight.

If you can't come up with a result after further discussion, I'll hang up the phone.

I will attend the ancient poetry conference, and I would like to thank the old gentlemen for supporting my career."

"Don't hang up, don't hang up, wait a moment!"

Qu Lao grabbed the phone and shouted, then continued to cover the phone.

"Tell me what to do now."

“It seems that there is really no good solution.

One hundred thousand songs is indeed the best way, but this fifteen million Huaxia coins is what we promised the school.

We only gave out 8 million Chinese coins here, and of the other 7 million Chinese coins, 4 million were shared equally between Kyoto University and Mizuki University.

The other three universities each bear one million, but now we have withdrawn, what will happen to these universities?"

Mr. Sun suddenly felt worried. If he had known that this would happen, the most direct way would be to ask Zhang Yuan's opinion first, and then make a decision.

I don’t know whether it was Mr. Qu who didn’t cover the microphone, or whether Zhang Yuan had sharp ears.

Mr. Sun's words reached Zhang Yuan's ears word for word.

A few old people couldn't think of a solution, but Zhang Yuan could think of it.

"Lao Qu, Lao Sun, Lao Wang, Lao Zhao!

I have a way to get the best of both worlds!”

"Did this kid hear what we said?"

"Old man Qu, you said you had nothing to do and why did you grab Lao Wang's cell phone? Now I've lost all my face."

"Don't worry about face for now and listen to what this kid has in mind."

Qu Lao let go of the phone and asked Zhang Yuan.

"What's your idea?"

"Wang Lao just didn't say that we want to conduct a webcast. We can find a company to name it, then find a few companies to sponsor it, and finally find a reliable webcast platform.

In this case, you can use the naming fee plus the sponsorship fee, and you can use the gift money received by netizens during the online live broadcast.

This money will be used to set up a fund. If someone writes a poem that reaches a certain level, he or she can exchange a poem for 100,000 Chinese coins.

If you add all this money together, you can get 20 to 30 million Chinese coins anyway, in which case you can exchange for two to three hundred poems.

In the end, you professors compiled two collections of poems with these poems without any problems. Finally, you can make some income by publishing these collections of poems.

But this income will definitely not be much. This money should be returned to a few schools, as well as the subsidies you four old gentlemen have made themselves.

I estimate that the 15 million Chinese coins you put together will eventually make over 7 million, which is better than nothing."

A few people have been teaching all their lives and have struggled in the public system, but they didn't expect to be able to play like this.

This ancient poetry conference was completely commercialized.

Mr. Qu hesitated for a while and then asked again.

"But if you set up a fund and others contribute articles, you won't get much money."

"Old Qu, it's not me who plays it.

As long as you make the evaluation in order from top to bottom, I only need you to be fair, just and open. If it is 50 million Huaxia coins, I can get 40 million by myself.

As for the ten million, if I eat meat, I have to make people drink soup.

If I guess correctly you want to revitalize China's ancient poetry culture, this is the most appropriate way.

Not only can a large number of excellent ancient poems emerge, but it can also make young people interested in ancient poems."

What Zhang Yuan said was not so straightforward. These four old people really wanted to do something.

To put it bluntly, it means spending money to lure others to write ancient poetry. Young people are not interested in ancient poetry but in money.

In this era where profit is paramount and entertainment leads to death, commercializing the ancient poetry conference is the best choice and also adapts to the trend and development of the times.

"Your idea is quite good, but we still need to discuss it with the school."

For Mr. Qu to be able to say this, he actually agreed in his heart.

The other three old people didn't look like they had any objections.

As for discussing it with the school, the school will probably agree directly. The school doesn't want to invest millions of Huaxia coins in vain. It will definitely be good to get the money back.

"Lao Qu, I suggest you go directly to the Douyin platform for online live streaming platforms.

I'm quite familiar with them here, and the last New Year's Party of the National People's Congress was held very well.

Also, if it’s for naming and sponsorship, you might want to ask Zhu Ming, he will definitely be willing to spend the money.”

Zhu Ming was willing to part with more than 10 million Chinese coins, so why spend another few million to sponsor an ancient poetry conference?

And whether it's naming or sponsorship, it's all good for Zhu Ming.

"Okay, I'll get back to you tomorrow after we confirm it."

Mr. Qu hung up the phone and looked at his three old friends with a bitter smile.
Chapter completed!