Entertainment From Divorce

Huang Lan took a taxi directly to the downstairs of Brilliant Entertainment Company. She looked up at the four big words "Brilliant Entertainment" and felt a little shocked, but she didn't feel much.

She usually doesn't pay attention to the entertainment industry, and she knows very few celebrities. She knew Tan Yue's name because of a few poems.

Thinking of the upcoming conversation with Tan Yue, Huang Lan was particularly looking forward to it.

To be able to write such excellent poems, his attainments in poetry must be very high.

Huang Lan walked into Brilliant Entertainment Company and walked towards the front desk.

"Hello! Ma'am, who are you looking for?" The front desk staff stood up and asked.

"Tan Yue, Mr. Tan."

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

Huang Lan shook her head and said, "No appointment."

"Sorry, ma'am, if you don't have an appointment, you can't meet Mr. Tan here. You can make an appointment in advance and you can meet him after the appointment."

"But I don't have Mr. Tan's phone number." Huang Lan continued, "Today, President Chen Jian of the Beijing Poetry Association called Mr. Tan and asked me to come to the Brilliant Entertainment Company to find Mr. Tan."

"President Chen Jian?"

"Yes, President Chen Jian of the Beijing Poetry Association."

The front desk staff looked at Huang Lan and didn't look like a liar, so he said, "Please wait here for me. I'll make a phone call to help you."

"Thank you."

The front desk staff called Chen Ye and said, "There is a person looking for Mr. Tan at the front desk. His name is Huang Lan. Do you know this person?"

"Huang Lan?" Chen Ye recalled carefully, but couldn't find the relevant person's information in his mind. "I don't know much."

Fans often come to the company downstairs and want to see Tan Yue, which is not surprising.

Just when Chen Ye thought it might be a fan, the front desk continued: "I heard that President Chen of the Beijing Poetry Association asked her to come."

"President Chen?" Chen Ye's voice suddenly became louder when he spoke: "Isn't the President Chen you are talking about Chen Jian?"

"Yes."

Chen Jian thought to himself, 'Of course I know him', and said, "I'll go to report to Mr. Tan, let her wait for a moment."

I originally thought it was just an ordinary fan, but I didn't expect it to be someone recommended by my father.

But what exactly does this person do? She is not sure yet.

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ye knocked on the office door with doubts in his heart.

"Come in."

Chen Ye pushed the door open and said, "Mr. Tan, a person named Huang Lan came down from the company building and wants to see you."

Hearing this, Tan Yue was slightly stunned and said, "She actually came today!"

"This person said that my father asked her to come."

Tan Yue put down the work in his hands and said, "Yes, this person is a poet, and the poems she writes are very good. She also participated in the poetry collection activity and was invited to the Beijing Poetry Association."

In fact, he didn't know why Huang Lan came to him.

Chen Ye nodded and thought: So that's what happened.

Tan Yue continued, "Since the person is here, Xiaoye, take her to the reception room."

"Okay." Chen Ye turned and left.

Tan Yue hurried to finish the remaining work.

I don't know how long it will take. After finishing it early, I can let Chen Ye send it back first.

After finishing the work in his hands, Tan Yue took a sip of tea, got up and left the office.

"Ayue, what are you going to do?"

Chen Ziyu was about to go back to the office and happened to see Tan Yue going out.

Tan Yue said: "President Chen Jian introduced a female poet to me. She came to the company. I'm going to meet her now."

"What's the matter?"

"I'm not sure. President Chen didn't elaborate. She just wanted to see me."

Chen Ziyu said "Oh" and said, "Go ahead."

Watching Tan Yue leave, Chen Ziyu frowned slightly and returned to her office.

She took a glass of water and sat in front of the computer, thinking about this matter in her heart.

A female poet suddenly wanted to see Tan Yue.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was something wrong.

Of course, she didn't doubt Tan Yue.

The two had been together for many years and knew Tan Yue very well.

Chen Ziyu suspected that the female poet had other ideas in mind.

After all, Tan Yue's poems were too good.

The president of a poetry association couldn't help but praise her, not to mention others.

In terms of feelings, everyone is selfish.

It is not clear what the female poet came for at the moment. She plans to ask Tan Yue after he comes back.

Chen Ziyu opened the file in the mailbox and processed it attentively.

Chen Ye came downstairs, walked to the front desk, and said, "Where is the person?"

"Here."

Following the direction pointed by the front desk staff, Chen Ye saw a woman with literary temperament, sitting upright on a chair and drinking water.

Chen Ye thought to himself, "She is quite beautiful!"

Then he walked towards Huang Lan.

"Hello, are you Miss Huang Lan Huang?"

"Hello, who are you?"

"I am Mr. Tan's secretary. Mr. Tan asked me to invite you to the reception room."

"Thank you for your help."

Chen Ye said, "I heard that it was President Chen Jian who introduced you to Mr. Tan."

"Yes, do you know President Chen Jian?"

Chen Ye nodded and said, "He is my father."

Huang Lan was a little surprised that the person in front of her was Chen Jian's daughter.

Although she didn't have much contact with Chen Jian, she could feel that Chen Jian was a very good person.

"I have to thank President Chen for meeting Teacher Tan Yue today."

Chen Ye nodded without saying anything.

The two took the elevator to the eighth floor.

"Ms. Huang, this way."

Led by Chen Ye, the two came to the reception room.

"Ms. Tan, this is Ms. Huang Lan."

"Hello!"

Chen Ye said: "This is Mr. Tan Yue."

"Hello, Teacher Tan Yue!"

Huang Lan respects Tan Yue very much.

"The Short Day" is such a good poem, she felt that she could never write it in her lifetime.

And Tan Yue was able to write it, so his attainments in poetry must be much higher than hers.

Such a person deserves respect.

"Please sit down." Tan Yue said, "Xiao Ye, pour a cup of tea."

After Huang Lan sat down, he said, "It's a bit abrupt for me to come here today. I hope you don't mind."

"It's okay. President Chen Jian has already called me. It's not abrupt."

"Today I went to the Beijing Poetry Association and happened to talk about this matter. President Chen asked me to contact him so that I could have the opportunity to meet you." Huang Lan explained.

After Chen Ye poured the water, he went out.

She has been secretly observing Huang Lan's emotions.

It is very different from other fans.

Many people will be extremely excited and excited after seeing Tan Yue, but Huang Lan seems very calm.

Chen Ye stood at the door and thought, "What will this person do to Mr. Tan?"

In the living room.

Huang Lan said, "I submitted this article because I read your "The Short Day". I like this poem very much. It not only satirizes those superstitious ideas, but also expresses the feeling of the fleeting time."

Unconsciously, the two of them talked about poetry.

"I wrote this poem on a whim. When I heard President Chen talking about the purpose of the event, I thought about it and wrote it down. I didn't expect that President Chen Jian would take a fancy to it."

Hearing this, Huang Lan felt that Tan Yue might have spent a few days thinking about the poem. After all, few people can write poems out loud.

I have liked poetry since I was a child, and I thought about it for a long time before writing this poem "Asking the World".

Huang Lan said: "This poem "The Short Day" is definitely a masterpiece. I am sure that there is no second person with this level in the current poetry world."

Although she does not participate in many activities, she often buys some poetry collections and poetry magazines, and is relatively familiar with the current situation of the poetry world.

"I heard from President Chen that your "Asking the World" is also very well written. He praised you when he called, saying that you are the hope of the poetry world."

"President Chen is overpraising you." Huang Lan said: "I just like poetry since I was a child, and I still regard it as my hobby until now."

"That's good."

"I know you, and I also started to see your "Qingping Diao" and "Spring River Flower Moon Night" in the poetry magazine. After seeing it, I studied it for several days."

At this time, Tan Yue felt that Huang Lan might come to him to exchange poetry.

The following chat, just as Tan Yue thought, Huang Lan's every opening revolved around poetry.

Of course, there were some other questions.

Half an hour later.

Tan Yue said: "Have a cup of tea."

"Okay."

While drinking tea, Huang Lan glanced at Tan Yue.

When it comes to knowledge, Tan Yue covers a wide range of topics. No matter what topic is discussed, he will talk a few words.

But the purpose of Huang Lan coming here today is to exchange poetry with Tan Yue.

But through this exchange, she felt that Tan Yue did not have much in-depth understanding of poetry.

Huang Lan felt very strange in her heart. She could write such good poetry, but why did she not know much about deeper things?

The more she thought about it, the more strange it felt. In her understanding, only if you have a deep enough understanding of poetry can you write good poetry.

Tan Yue put down the cup, and the office fell into a brief silence. The atmosphere was more or less awkward.

After all, it was the first time for the two to meet.

Huang Lan glanced at the time and said, "Teacher Tan Yue, I'm sorry to bother you today. I'll go back first."

The chat this time was very different from what she imagined, and there was no expected ideological collision.

"Okay, come anytime when you have time." Tan Yue stood up.

The two came out of the reception room.

Tan Yue said, "Xiao Ye, send it off."

Huang Lan said, "Goodbye, Teacher Tan Yue!"

"Goodbye!"

"This way, please."

Under the leadership of Chen Ye, Huang Lan came down from upstairs and came to the door of the Brilliant Entertainment Company.

"Please thank President Chen for me. I will seriously consider his request for me to join the Beijing Poetry Association."

"I will tell him." Chen Ye said, "Ms. Huang, take care."

"Goodbye!"

Huang Lan exhaled, hailed a car on the side of the road, and prepared to go home.

Since she was sitting in the car and looking at the building of Brilliant Entertainment, she was very confused, wondering which link had gone wrong?

She carefully reviewed what she said today and began to doubt herself.

Tan Yue could write such good poems. According to common sense, he must have a very deep attainment in poetry.

Otherwise, he would never be able to write it.

After some thinking, Huang Lan felt that she had no problem. She was the one who asked the questions every time.

The problem was with Tan Yue.

Huang Lan thought about it and thought there might be two reasons.

First, Tan Yue was not willing to have a deeper communication with her.

This was the first time they met, or maybe the questions she asked were too shallow and not worth Tan Yue's answer.

She also felt that this possibility was not high. When it came to other aspects, Tan Yue was always talking freely, but when it came to the deeper things about poetry, he was a little vague.

Second, Tan Yue was very talented in writing poetry.

But how could he do it without accumulation?

Huang Lan looked out the window, with some disappointment on her face, which was completely different from when she came by car.

When she just learned that Tan Yue agreed to meet her, she was particularly looking forward to this meeting.

It's just that the gap now is a bit big, and it's hard to accept it in her heart for a while.

There is another reason why she has been immersed in her own world for so many years, and she has never found someone who can communicate with her.

Influenced by her grandfather, she has liked poetry since she was a child.

Huang Lan felt that although she could not reach a very high level, she would not be bad.

She has read many poems, but she is particularly interested in Tan Yue's poems.

The scenery on the roadside flashed by outside the car window, and Huang Lan had no intention of reading it.

Brilliant Entertainment Company.

After Chen Ye sent Huang Lan away, he hurried back to the president's office, picked up the documents on the table and came to Tan Yue's office.

"Mr. Tan, this is a document sent by the artist management department, and you need to sign it."

Tan Yue took it and read it carefully.

The document is an activity plan for a music festival.

Recently, as the weather is getting warmer, many coastal cities have begun to hold music festivals to attract tourists.

As the largest entertainment company in China, it has many singers under its umbrella, so it naturally became a key cooperation object.

Tan Yue is very supportive of this kind of activity.

It is an opportunity for singers.

Now short videos are so popular, as long as you sing well, you may become popular.

Of course, it is also a training.

When participating in these programs, Tan Yue has only one requirement for the singers under the company, that is, they must sing live with the microphone open.

Tan Yue signed his name on the document.

Chen Ye took out another document and said, "This is the work report of the editing room."

Tan Yue said "hmm" and took the document.

Chen Ye took the signed document and went out. He looked through the work report.

The editing progress of Lin Qingye's TV series has reached the middle stage, and there have never been any problems in the editing process.

The work report also records the editing of a movie, which will be completed soon.

Among all the editing tasks in the editing room, the program department has the most work. In addition to the "Infinite Acceleration" currently being broadcast, there are several programs being edited.

Tan Yue looked at it seriously and didn't pay too much attention to Huang Lan's arrival.

Through today's conversation, he felt that Huang Lan was just looking for him to talk about some poetry.