First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 11 A Good Foreseeable Future

  Tian Zhe after reading the two poems "Jinse" and "Zhu Shi".

  He sat at the desk, took a big sip of Dahongpao, then added water to himself and drank another glass.

  After two minutes of stunned, he asked: "These two poems were all written by the masked poet!?"

  Zhang Jingya nodded slightly: "Yes, Director Tian, ​​it was written by the masked poet."

  Tian Zhe took two deep breaths.

His eyes, which had been silent for a long time, also exudes a clear light at this moment: "You go back first. I will give you a satisfactory answer in terms of advertising, but I need to arrange. You should shoot the commercial when you are here. , Do promotion if you want to promote it.

  Hearing this reply, Zhang Jingya showed a relieved smile, and she bowed slightly to Tian Zhe: “Thank you, Director Tian, ​​for your care, then I won’t bother too much.”

  After finishing speaking, Zhang Jingya left the office.

  Half a day later, Zhang Jingya received a message from Director Tian, ​​saying that at least two first-level advertisements can be given, each for half a month; at least three second-level advertisements, each for two months.

  This result is still not very good, but it barely reached Zhang Jingya's bottom line.

  After getting an accurate answer, Zhang Jingya immediately began to contact the screenwriter to shoot, produce and put the advertisement.

  ...

  Li Ang has studied in different time and space for a year, but actually only twelve hours have passed in real life.

  Everything is like a dream.

  But all the knowledge learned in the dream is clearly remembered in my mind.

  Currently, Ang Lee can easily memorize all Blue Star's poems and books backwards!

   And the collection of poems about the earth in his head has also been strengthened, Ang Lee is confident that he will be able to break through regardless of any changes in the show.

  Ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

  Li Ang sat on the balcony while basking in the sun while reading.

   "Dip." Zhang Jingya rang to Li Ang's work backup mobile phone, and a line of text messages from Zhang Jingya appeared on the screen.

   "At 4:20 in the afternoon, watch a set of ads in He Province."

  In the afternoon, Ang Lee turned on the TV two minutes in advance and transferred to the first set in He Province.

  A dog-blood TV series just ended and entered the commercial time.

   "Fourth Season Poetry Conference!"

   "Eight o'clock in the evening on July 1st!"

  "Grand opening at Hezhou Stadium!"

  On the TV screen, three lines of large characters fly out from far to near in a very simple and inferior way through special effects.

   Immediately afterwards, the TV sounded a woman's deep and gentle but passionate voice.

  "In this poem conference, we invited Su Yuqi, who is known as the number one poet in modern times, who coexists with beauty and strength, as our guest tutor!"

  The picture turned, revealing a smiling image of Su Yuqi holding a poem book in her hand.

  "We also invited Mr. Fan Deli, who is known as the master of poetry, to be the finale."

  The picture turned around again, revealing a picture of a middle-aged goatee who caressing a Hu.

   "In addition to this, we also welcomed a masked poet this time!"

  The picture turned again, revealing a man wearing a black suit and a black mask on his face.

  "The masked poet did not want to reveal his personal information, but he wrote a poem on the spot in our program group. That poem made our entire program group tremble!"

   "On the opening day, our host will invite the masked poet to come on stage and recite the poem."

   "Here I solemnly promise to everyone."

   "If this poem is not catchy enough, you can switch the TV station right away!"

  "If this poem is not beautiful enough, you can turn off the TV immediately!"

  "If this poem does not make you feel scalp numb or emotional, we will refund your tickets immediately to compensate for all your travel expenses!"

  This ad looks very cheap, just like the one that tyrants sold mobile phones and counterfeit products in the past two years.

  But it is really eye-catching, and it also fills up the sense of expectation.

  A 30-second commercial video, twenty seconds of which are shaping the masked poet.

  The three parallel sentences wave after wave with exaggerated methods, which is more than shocking and more than expected.

  Li Ang is very satisfied with this advertisement.

  The entire advertisement's shaping of the masked poet even completely surpassed Su Yuqi.

   "This Jingya is going to push me as the protagonist!"

   "According to this advertising model, once the poem conference starts, I will become the focus of the focus."

   "As long as I don't collapse in the poem, the fans will definitely wave after wave."

  Although the poem conference has not yet started, Ang Lee has already seen the end.

  He saw that he would collect tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of fans through the show of Poetry Conference.

  Fans can be exchanged for points, and points can be exchanged for life and earth learning time limit.

  Everything is developing in a good direction.

  ...

   "The corpse is in Jing, and the corpse comes to Yan Laining. The wine is clear, and the food is sweet. The corpse drinks with swallows, and Fu Lu is ready."

  "The male corpse is in the sand, and the corpse comes and the swallows are suitable. There is more wine, and the delicacy is good. The male corpse can drink with swallows, and Fulu is here."

In a single-family villa in Hengda, Xingcheng City, Jiang Province, a young man in a gray robe is holding a book of poems and reading aloud.

  The young man's name is Jia Le, a talented poet.

  At the age of ten, he was able to fully recite the "Book of Songs" and other classics. At the age of thirteen, he was even able to recite upside down.

  At the age of fifteen, he wrote a total of seventy-two poems which were favored and published by Huaming Publishing House. At that time, he had just entered high school.

   Although his poems are slightly immature, they have a beautiful artistic conception and profound meaning. In two years, they sold 30,000 copies.

  Although his achievements are high, Jia Le is not arrogant. He still studies hard and was successfully admitted to Huaqing Academy this year.

  He has a dream, that is, to meet his idol, Su Yuqi, the most accomplished poet and writer in China at this stage.

   "Happy." Someone called him.

  Jia Le turned his head, and a middle-aged man with a stubborn face came to him.

  The middle-aged is smiling, but his eyes are like a stinky river, deep and muddy.

   Jia Le shouted to Dad with a smile on his face.

   "Le'er, I just watched TV and saw the fourth season of poetry conference start on July 1. And this show also invited your favorite poet sister Su Yuqi."

   "Last year you said you wanted to take the entrance exam, but at that time you were going to take the college entrance examination. I was afraid that you would be distracted."

  "But it’s good now. You are admitted to Huaqing Academy. If you want to participate this season, Dad won’t stop you, and will fully support you. By the way, you can see your idol Su Yuqi."

   "When you win the championship, you can take two photos with her."

  The middle-aged smiled and said, looking at Jia Le’s eyes full of love.

  After all, Jia Le is an 18-year-old boy, his eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Really, but the registration time seems to have passed."

  The middle-aged deep and muddy eyes were a bit of scheming, he reached out his hand and touched Jia Le’s head, and said lightly: "In this world, nothing is..."

  (End of this chapter)