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Beijing Poetry Association.

The president smiled and said: "I didn't expect the heat to be so high!!"

It has been more than an hour since the Beijing Poetry Association updated its official blog, during which many media reported on the matter.

They have never seen so many media actively reporting on events held by the Poetry Association.

Chen Jian burst into laughter.

He is also watching the situation on the Internet and reading the discussions among netizens.

"After reading the report, I learned that the Poetry Association held this event, and I immediately wrote a poem and submitted it."

"It's so meaningful to hold such an event. The doctor who saw it exposed on the Internet thought it was outrageous. After learning about it, he found out that it was actually true."

“Everyone supports this event so that more people can see this event.”

Chen Jian put away his mobile phone and said, "The amount of discussion on the Internet is beyond my expectation."

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Come in."

The president's assistant came in with a document and said, "This is just statistics on the popularity of our event on the Internet."

The president took the document and quickly looked through it.

The assistant said: "As of now, the number of views of this event is the highest ever. The number of views and related searches are still increasing, and it is also very popular on major social platforms such as Weibo."

"Old Chen, take a look." After the president handed the document to Chen Jian, he turned around and asked, "Is anyone submitting a manuscript now?"

"Yes, we have received thirteen pieces so far. According to our estimates, we will receive a large number of submissions in the future."

The president nodded and arranged: "Print out the newly submitted poems and notify them to go to the conference room."

"Okay." The assistant turned and left.

Chen Jian put down the document and said, "Okay, it's been a long time since I've seen anything related to poetry become a hot search on the Internet."

There are currently two hot searches related to this event on the hot search list.

The first is Tan Yue's new poems, and the second is an event organized by the Beijing Poetry Association.

The president said thoughtfully: "This time, Tan Yue's poem has brought so much traffic and popularity to our event. I think we can ask some celebrities to help us promote it when we have events in the future."

"If you find a celebrity to promote it, it will indeed bring more attention."

Whether it is looking for celebrities to promote or merchants looking for celebrities to endorse, the same principle applies.

Use the traffic from celebrities to attract traffic to yourself.

Chen Jian continued: "But the cost is not a small amount for us."

By chance, Tan Yue wrote a poem.

With a little friendship, Tan Yue also agreed to post it directly on the official blog of the Beijing Poetry Association.

But if you really want to ask Tan Yue to promote it, it will definitely not be a small expense.

The Capital Poetry Association does not have so much financial support.

The president clicked his tongue and said, "That's right."

"Besides, it's not easy for us to find a celebrity to promote."

The activities of the Beijing Poetry Association are different from other activities. You can find a celebrity to promote it, but if you want good results, it is best to find a celebrity who can write poetry.

Just like Tan Yue, he has a lot of traffic and can compose poetry himself, and the repercussions he brings are terrible.

Chen Jian also knows a lot about this aspect.

The president let out a long sigh and said, "We'll talk about this kind of thing later. Let's go to the conference room."

The two people came to the conference room again.

After everyone arrived, the president said: "After we posted Tan Yue's poem on Weibo, it caused a great response. In more than an hour, we received many more poems. Let's see if we can find them. A good one comes out.”

After the shock brought by "Bitter Days Are Short", he felt in his heart that it would be difficult to find another good poem.

But I hope that one will actually appear.

The exposure of this event has reached an unprecedented level. If someone can write a poem and discover such a talent, it will be a good thing for the Beijing Poetry Association.

Nowadays, fewer and fewer people pay attention to poetry, and there is somewhat of a lack of talent.

The assistant handed out the printed poems to everyone.

The office quickly fell silent, and everyone was carefully appreciating it.

Time passed minute by minute.

While they were reading poems, the assistant continued to send poems in.

More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The president picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and asked, "How many songs have been sent in?"

He would read new poems when they came in, but he had long forgotten the details.

The assistant said: "Including the two poems just sent in, there are now forty-eight poems."

"There are already so many!" The president was a little surprised.

This event has been held for a while. Except for the first two days, when many submissions were received, there were basically no submissions after that.

Unexpectedly, in just two hours today, I received nearly fifty songs directly.

Although the quality varies, the quantity is large enough to reflect that many people are aware of this event.

The more people know about the event, the more likely it is that the purpose of holding the event will be achieved.

One person said with a smile: "I, an old man, have never known what star power is, but I feel it today. One song after another without stopping."

"When you couldn't receive submissions before, you could have been complaining, but are you tired now?"

"I won't be tired if I play another fifty songs."

The president smiled and said, "There are so many poems, please take your time to read them. Don't be in a hurry. If you can't finish reading them today, we can postpone the end time of the event."

After all, it is an event organized by them, and postponing the end time is just a matter of saying a word.

Mainly considering that there are continuous submissions, he really wants to postpone the end of the event.

Chen Jian said, "Let's see the follow-up situation first. If it doesn't work, postpone it."

The president nodded, turned his head to look at the assistant, and asked, "What's the situation online now?"

"The popularity is still increasing. Now many mainstream media have focused on our activities, which has brought a lot of popularity."

After all, the purpose of holding this event is to break superstition and satirize the absurd idea of ​​seeking longevity.

There are many official media reports among the many media.

"Go back and keep an eye on it to see if anyone else submits."

"Okay."

One person said, "Our event is really popular."

"With so many media reports, it must be popular."

Everyone is very happy.

The president moved his shoulders and slightly twisted his neck, saying, "We are all old guys. Sitting for so long is not good for our health. If you want to rest, go and rest."

"Don't worry, president. We know."

Everyone continued to look at the poems in their hands and discussed from time to time.

One person said, "What do you think of this "Cut the Night"?

"I've read it and I think the theme is not very clear."

"I have the same feeling. The expression is not very clear and it reads bland."

I don't know if it's because of reading "The Bitter Day is Short" or because of the poems themselves. Up to now, no one can read it.

Chen Jian flipped through it and said, "I think this poem has been modified. It didn't mean this before. It should have been modified later for participating in the event."

Now that the activity is so popular, there are also some people who want to take advantage of the popularity.

If they are favored, it will bring a lot of traffic.

The president put down the paper in his hand and said, "I read it once and didn't see a particularly good one. Do you have any favorites?"

Everyone shook their heads and no one spoke.

The president turned his head and looked at the door. He didn't see the assistant. No new poems had been submitted for half an hour.

He felt that there were no new submissions, so the event could end today.

With Tan Yue's "The Short Day", this event was not a waste of time.

And this was also the most popular event held by the Beijing Poetry Association.

Chen Jian put down the paper in his hand, took a sip of tea, and leaned back in his chair to rest.

He didn't find a satisfactory poem either.

"President." At this time, the assistant came in, "I just received a new poem."

"Only one?"

"Yes, just printed it out."

The president took it, glanced at the name of the poem, and said: "Ask the World."

As the assistant handed down the poem, everyone looked at it carefully.

Chen Jian looked at it carefully, and his eyes suddenly lit up, thinking it was well written.

After reading so many poems of poor quality, everyone will inevitably be happy to see a good one now.

A moment.

One person said: "I think this one is good."

Chen Jian said: "Except for "The Short Day", this is the best one I have ever seen."

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another.

The president said: "This poem is really well written, and the level is very high. It can be seen from it that this poet has accumulated a lot of poetry. The meaning expressed by some words, including the whole poem, is very appropriate to the theme of our event."

The white-haired man said: "If there is no "Bitter Days" by Tan Yue, I will definitely recommend this "Asking the World." "

Everyone nodded slightly in agreement.

It's not that "Asking the World" is not good enough, but that "Bitter Days" is too amazing.

"Did the author of this poem leave his name?"

The assistant replied: "No real name, only a pen name, called "Listening to the Wind Blowing."

The president asked: "You have also come into contact with many poets, are there any familiar ones?"

No one answered.

The president tapped the table lightly and murmured: "Who could it be?"

Tan Yue is unlikely to join the Beijing Poetry Association, but this person might have some hope.

Chen Jian looked at the poem carefully again and said: "From the writing style, I think this may be a female poet."

Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads and continued to watch.

"It seems to be written by a female poet, and the expression of emotions is very delicate."

Everyone chatted and felt that it was most likely written by a female poet.

The president arranged: "You go and contact the author and see if you can invite her to the association."

"Okay."

Looking at this poem, the president really hopes to recruit this person into the association.

Brilliant Entertainment Company, President's Office.

Tan Yue, sitting in front of the computer, looked at the documents in his hand carefully.

The artist management department recently counted the situation of its actors.

In order to ensure that every actor has the opportunity to develop, the company also tries to give them the opportunity to go abroad when filming movies and TV series.

Whether they can grasp it depends on themselves.

Of course, the company's training is also continuing.

In order to make the actors more motivated, a points system is now implemented.

Those who perform well in the assessment can get opportunities. Every once in a while, the person with the highest score will have the opportunity to play an important role in the company's film and television works.

Under such a change, every actor is working hard to perform well.

Playing an important role is a very valuable opportunity for them.

Many actors outside don't have the opportunity to play supporting roles.

Tan Yue looked at the current score ranking, and almost all the actors on the list are new actors.

After processing all the documents, Tan Yue picked up the internal phone and called Chen Ye over.

"Sort out the documents here."

"Okay." Chen Ye picked up the documents.

There was a knock on the door.

Chen Ye said, "Mr. Tan, I'm going out first."

"Go." Tan Yue continued, "Come in."

The door of the office was opened, and Chen Ziyu appeared at the door.

"Hello, Mr. Chen!" Chen Ye greeted.

Chen Ziyu responded with a "hmm", and said, "Ayue, have you finished processing the documents?"

"Just finished."

Chen Ye went out and closed the office door.

Chen Ziyu sat opposite Tan Yue and said, "Have you read the online reports? Many people are discussing your poems."

"I have read them." Tan Yue smiled and said, "I didn't expect a poem to attract so much attention online!"

"I am not surprised that your poem attracted attention online, but I didn't expect it to make the event held by President Chen and others popular."

Tan Yue himself is very popular. Now his poem was posted on the official blog of the Beijing Poetry Association and it is normal for netizens to discuss it.

Besides, this poem is very good.

Now with more and more media reports, especially some official media reports, the event held by the Beijing Poetry Association has reached unprecedented popularity.

"This event should be seen by more people, so that everyone can stay sober."

Chen Ziyu nodded and said, "It's quite interesting to hold such an event."

"It will be different when more people pay attention."

Chen Ziyu held his chin and looked at Tan Yue with a smile.

"What's wrong?"

"I was thinking whether I should ask you to write a few more poems." Chen Ziyu said, "I've been busy with company affairs in the past few years, and I almost forgot that you can write poems."

Tan Yue coughed lightly and explained, "I heard what President Chen said, and I was inspired by a little wine. I can't write directly."

"Really?"

Tan Yue nodded calmly and explained, "My main work now is still to focus on movies. Writing poems can be considered a relief. In the next period of time, I will think about the plan of the next movie."

Chen Ziyu nodded heavily.

She was just joking just now. Only poems written casually will be more artistic.

Tan Yue put down the cup in his hand and said, "What movie are you going to shoot next?"

"Don't worry, think about it slowly."