Hangzhou, the Wanlu Hotel located by the West Lake, the scene of the award ceremony of the "Autumn Modern Poetry Essay Contest".

Outside the hotel, there was a lively scene, and many media even started reporting directly outside.

In previous years, the award ceremony was usually held in a large bookstore. However, this year due to the emergence of five "magic" modern poems and the overwhelming support from the media and the public, the official venue was temporarily changed to a large conference in a five-star hotel.

hall.

Even so, after meeting the needs of the media and local associations who strongly requested to be present, only over 100 seats in the conference hall that can accommodate 500 people were open to the public.

After the pitifully few seats were opened for online reservations and were filled up instantly, the officials temporarily contacted video media such as Penguin and Benyin to broadcast the awards ceremony live.

After a series of operations, the organizers of the essay contest said that it was rare. This award ceremony was the most lively since it was held, and the quality of the works was also the highest.

At this time, at the entrance of the bright and majestic conference hall, a tall figure wearing casual clothes and a peaked cap appeared.

"Hello, do you want to sign in?"

A slightly magnetic and pleasant voice came, and a young and beautiful female staff member sitting in front of the check-in table answered subconsciously.

"Yes, are you the author or the audience?"

"The author presents the electronic invitation letter from the site, and the audience presents the reservation code~"

As she said that, the female employee looked up and met the gaze of the person coming up from her peaked hat.

It seemed a bit unbelievable. The female employee was stunned for a full second, and then she couldn't help but scream.

"Ah~!" The scream startled several companions nearby. The female employee's face turned red and she said excitedly: "You are Ye Zhiqiu!"

Several girls on the side also discovered the identity of the young man in front of them, and the whole sign-in table suddenly became lively.

Fortunately, a few people still remembered that they were at work and restrained themselves from leaving their jobs. Facing a few enthusiastic fans, Ye Zhiqiu thanked them repeatedly.

"Um...can I sign in?"

The female employee who was the first to receive her blushed and was about to speak when a voice suddenly came from the side.

"Little friend Ye?"

The familiar voice made Ye Zhiqiu startled and turned to look.

"Mr. Qin?"

Recognizing that it was indeed Ye Zhiqiu, Qin Dewen perked up and said, "Haha, I just said this figure was familiar, and I was right!"

While shaking hands with the extremely enthusiastic Qin Dewen, Ye Zhiqiu looked at the crowd beside Qin Dewen.

In addition to Qin Dewen, there were six older men who also looked over curiously.

One of them turned out to be "old acquaintance" Ma Xuemin, who was looking at him in astonishment.

If Ye Zhiqiu remembered correctly, these seven people, headed by Qin Dewen, should be the judges of the essay contest.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu, the shocked Ma Xuemin took a while to react, and asked arrogantly: "Why are you here?"

Ye Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows and replied directly: "It's none of your business."

"You own this hotel?"

Ma Xuemin's face became angry, and he realized that the person in front of him was not a good person, and he did not dare to scold Ye Zhiqiu in front of everyone.

"I mean, this is the award ceremony for the Modern Poetry Essay Contest. It's none of your business. Why are you here?"

The commotion here has attracted the attention of many people coming and going. Ma Xuemin was not willing to be embarrassed by a young man, but he still insisted on speaking out.

"How do you know it's none of my business?" Ye Zhiqiu didn't care so much and said disdainfully, "I like to stroll, you care about me? If you don't obey, bite me."

"you...!"

Ma Xuemin's face turned blue and purple. He opened his mouth and waved his sleeves, but he didn't dare to speak anymore.

The conversation between the two lasted only a few seconds. Only then did the other old men react and looked at Ye Zhiqiu with strange eyes.

"Young friend Ye..." Qin Dewen knew that Ye Zhiqiu and Ma Xuemin were celebrating the holidays, and he couldn't laugh or cry at this time, so he quickly said: "Let's go in and talk about it later."

"Long time no see. Do you have any new works recently? Please read them to me."

"Let me tell you, Xiaoyou Ye, you should put more energy into literature..."

Qin Dewen pulled Ye Zhiqiu into the venue and started to "encourage learning" during daily meetings.

As for the girls who were working at the check-in counter, they were stunned by the scene in front of them, and watched helplessly as a group of people walked into the venue...

Entering the spacious and bright venue, there were already many media, writers and audiences inside, and the group immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Of course everyone knows the literary giant Qin Dewen and several judges. Who is the young man who is familiar with Qin Dewen and chats with him?

When it was recognized that it was the recently popular singer and novelist Ye Zhiqiu, there was no surprise that there was an exclamation of exclamation from all over the venue.

Ye Zhiqiu was pulled by Qin Dewen all the way to the judges' seat. Seeing that the other party was trying to make him sit down and have a chat, he quickly said: "Mr. Qin, you are busy first!"

"You are busy first. I have invited a friend to come with me. I have to go find him."

Qin Dewen was stunned and had no choice but to let Ye Zhiqiu go "reluctantly".

In just a few dozen seconds, Ye Zhiqiu, whose ears almost grew calluses, escaped from the "tightening curse" and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After dealing with a few fans who came up to say hello, I thought about finding an empty seat in the venue and sitting down. When I looked up, I saw a young man waving to me not far away.

——It’s actually Young Master Wang!

Unexpectedly, there were many acquaintances at the award ceremony. Ye Zhiqiu, who looked surprised, walked towards Young Master Wang. As soon as they sat down, they both repeated what Ma Xuemin said just now.

"Why are you here?"

"This hotel belongs to me." Mr. Wang pointed to the promotional stand at the entrance and said matter-of-factly: "We sponsored this place for free and advertised it. It's normal for me to be here."

"..." Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the promotional stand for "xx Real Estate" and had nothing to say.

"You don't think I'm interested in this kind of modern poetry, do you?" Mr. Wang curled his lips, then remembered something and said hurriedly: "By the way, the bidding just ended last week, I won the "National Treasure" sponsorship spot in Huayang

It’s down!”

"I was beaten to pieces by that fight that day..."

As Young Master Wang spoke, he put his arm around Ye Zhiqiu's shoulders and smiled flatteringly, "The program team of "National Treasure" is already making preparations. This time it is a really big production."

"Brother, if you come up with this show, why don't you support it on the stage? Just like the "Chinese Poetry Conference", you can sing a song and perform a segment or something, so that it can increase its popularity."

Ye Zhiqiu was speechless for a while and said, "Thank you, my work has been arranged for me."

Young Master Wang laughed and the two of them chatted. Ye Zhiqiu seemed to feel something and looked towards another area ahead.

When he met the eyes of a middle-aged man of about forty, Zheng Bushan, this man had been looking here frequently just now, but he didn't expect that he was looking at himself.

Ye Zhiqiu pointed at the middle-aged man and asked.
Chapter completed!