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"Is the threshold of our three major art schools in Qingzhou already so high now? With this level of poetry writing, why don't you go to Sanwei Academy in Yangzhou next door and stay in our Qingzhou to become a composer?"

This is the doubt that some netizens had after seeing the poem.

"Don't be stupid. Is there anyone of this age group in Yangzhou who can write this kind of poem? I'm afraid that even if he went to Yangzhou, he would still be a mass murderer, right? Zhongzhou is pretty much the same!"

"Are you so awesome? After reading the poem, I just feel that it reads a little smoothly, and it is quite similar to rap."

"I'm sorry..."

The sentence "It's quite similar to rap" seems to have stirred up a hornet's nest, taking the topic in an unknown direction.

…

Qingzhou, Bishan villa area.

"Baby, what do you think of this calligraphy painting? Master Murong Xiaoyue gave it to me, and I won't exchange it for a thousand dollars!"

Qin Chenglin showed off to his daughter with a proud look on his face.

Qin Baobao looked at the copybook that his father brought over and said, "The writing is good, but the content is a bit poor," and then he was ready to practice dancing.

"You kid, what are you talking about!"

Qin Chenglin glanced at Qin Baobao reproachfully, and then carefully rolled up the ink treasure.

This calligraphy painting was from when he was doing business in Yangzhou, and happened to do Master Murong a favor. Out of gratitude, the other party gave him a copybook.

Qin Chenglin, who was already very interested in these things, was naturally very happy.

You must know that he once paid a million dollars to buy the authentic work of Master Murong.

As a result, I was given one as a gift this time!

Both its significance and value are immeasurable.

At this time, even his precious daughter cannot say bad things!

"Hmph! I still don't believe it."

Qin Baobao glanced at his father, then ran to the coffee table and picked up his mobile phone to operate it.

"Dad, I sent you a poem. Remember to read it. I'm going to dance practice."

Qin Chenglin waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and then continued to collect the copybooks carefully.

After the copybook was completely installed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that I have to find someone to frame this painting in the next two days, otherwise I won't be able to see it and I will feel panicked."

Qin Chenglin thought as he walked towards his study.

After arriving in the study and putting away the copybooks, he remembered what Qin Baobao had told him before.

"Since when did this little girl start reading poetry?"

Qin Chenglin naturally knows what the ingredients are for his daughter.

He has fallen asleep while studying since he was a child. He and his wife even tested it themselves to verify the authenticity of this matter.

Unexpectedly, Qin Baobao, who was full of energy every night, actually fell asleep after Qin Chenglin and his wife read the text for ten minutes!

Since then, they have stopped forcing Qin Baobao and let Qin Baobao do whatever he wants.

It’s not like I can’t afford it!

So Qin Chenglin was very surprised when he heard Qin Baobao sent him a poem.

Turning on his phone, Qin Chenglin looked at the poem sent by Qin Baobao.

"Whoever abandons me will not be able to retain yesterday's day... Huh?"

After just one sentence, Qin Chenglin was stunned.

Then he sat up straight and read the entire poem sentence by sentence.

"Good! Good! What a way to soothe your sorrows with wine! What a way to make a boat out of Ming Dynasty! This poem is considered the best choice even in Yangzhou!"

Qin Chenglin's mood was agitated when he saw it, and suddenly he slapped his head in regret!

If he had known earlier, wouldn't it have been better to have Master Murong write this poem for him?

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything.

"Girl, why don't you write down the author and title of the poem when you post it?"

Feeling anxious, Qin Chenglin ran to the dance studio to find Qin Baobao. He knew that Qin Baobao would not bring his mobile phone with him when practicing dance.

"Baby, who wrote this poem?"

Qin Chenglin knocked on the door of the dance practice room and looked at his well-behaved daughter and asked.

"How about it, compared with your copybook, which one is better?"

Qin Baobao asked instead of answering.

"Hey, you kid, if there's anything wrong with you, I can ask you, so tell me quickly!"

Qin Chenglin blamed.

"Hey, I won't tell you!"

Hearing Qin Chenglin's admission, Qin Baobao's smiling eyes narrowed, and then he closed the door in Qin Chenglin's astonishment.

"you……"

Qin Chenglin was helpless, and then took out his mobile phone and called his secretary.

"Xiao Li, please find out where this poem comes from..."

Five minutes later, Qin Chenglin received the call.

"Boss, this poem was released just at noon today. The person who composed the poem is a composer from our Tianyu Qingzhou Composition Department. He is eighteen years old this year and his name is Chen Shuren."

"What? Eighteen years old? People from our Qingzhou Composition Department? Not Yangzhou? Are you sure?"

Qin Chenglin looked shocked. He never thought that this poem would be written by someone from the company, or an eighteen-year-old young man.

He didn't believe it in his heart, but his secretary would definitely not lie to him about this kind of thing.

"Okay, I get it."

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, the secretary's voice rang again.

"By the way, boss, this composer is the one who wrote "Baby to Qin" before."

"What!!!"

When Qin Chenglin heard this, he stood up from his chair.

He said that when he heard Chen Shuren's name just now, how could he be so familiar!

It turned out to be the little brat that his precious daughter participated in Wang Xiaolin’s variety show!

After hanging up the phone, Qin Chenglin's face looked uncertain.

When he thought that he had praised this boy in front of his daughter before, he felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

After taking one last look at the poem, Qin Chenglin said bitterly: "Humph, even children can only talk about their sorrows, which is not worth mentioning."

Just now it was better than the poems in his copybook worth thousands of gold, but now it is not worth mentioning.

People will always lose their minds on things they care about.

…

The thing about Xiaochou on the Internet has not dissipated yet. Chen Shuren thought that as long as he did not participate, nothing would happen to him, and he could comfortably watch the number of preaching points increase.

But it wasn't until Zeng Juan found him that he realized that there were some things that he couldn't avoid if he wanted to.

"Invitation to sing? A-list female artist?"

Chen Shuren looked at Zeng Juan in surprise. He could think of the invitation to sing, but he had never thought of a first-line artist or a female artist.

After all, from the beginning to now, there is only one song "Snail" sung by Han Man, and the other songs written by him are all male-oriented.

"Yes, the other party's name is Luna. She has been in the A-list for about three years. She started out as a singer and is also very influential in film and television. Now she mainly works in films and television produced by some big directors. On the contrary, she has not done anything in singing in the past few years. What's going on?"

Hearing this, Chen Shuren was confused.

"If that's the case, why can she find me? She must also be writing songs, right?"

Seeing Chen Shuren's appearance, Zeng Juan smiled and said: "Indeed, with her current status and reputation, she will probably be able to invite Song to her father."

"But didn't you release a poem today? After seeing that poem, the other party came to visit."

"..."

Seeing Chen Shuren's silence, Zeng Juan stopped teasing him.

"Okay, actually, Luna is an artist I brought out before. This invitation to sing is not just an invitation to sing. She has been to Yangzhou frequently in the past two years, and she also has connections there. That short film about you and your classmates Isn’t it going to be better soon? I’ve asked, if you write songs for her, she can take your short film to Yangzhou and show it there!”

Seeing the surprise on Chen Shuren's face, Zeng Juan added: "Of course, all decisions are in your hands. I just think there is nothing wrong with cooperating with her, so I asked you to ask."

After listening to Zeng Juan's explanation, Chen Shuren was silent for a moment and then asked something that left Zeng Juan speechless.

"Sister Zeng, if I write a song for her, how much of the song will the other party share?"

…

Thanks to "Grab Your Lollipop" for the tip, the boss is so generous!

It's gone today, that's all, not a drop left...