The king of entertainment

"That Xiao Hua is not a good person at first glance."

Chen Ruolin said, "You have to be careful, I think he will plot against you."

Xiao Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not afraid of calculating."

At this time, Xi Xiaolin came on stage.

"Everyone, today we have the honor to invite Teacher Wu Qian to light the first incense stick of dragon boat race for us."

As soon as Shi Xiaolin finished speaking, everyone applauded.

Before the dragon boat race, there is a stick of incense. People who light incense generally have a very high prestige.

Wu Qian is a master of the Nanyang cultural circle and has a very high prestige.

Xiao Yang looked at him and a white-haired old man in his seventies or eighties walked slowly towards the stage.

"He is Mr. Wu Qian. It is said that he had a girlfriend with Mr. Long when he was young."

Chen Ruolin smiled and said, "You have never heard of this."

Xiao Yang was shocked. He really didn't know about this.

After Wu Qian lit incense, he took the seat. Xi Xiaolin smiled and said, "Today's poetry meeting is similar to previous years. First, please invite our friends from the Nanyang Poetry Association to write poems improvised; second, let's add a lottery and a small one.

In the competition, I will give 10 million to the first place as a reward; thirdly, please ask Mr. Wu to give us a piece of paper."

Xiao Yang was very interesting. The dragon boat race held in Nanyang was quite interesting.

Xi Xiaolin looked at Xiao Yang, "This time I have the honor to invite Mr. Xiao Yang from China, Mr. Xiao's poems and essays. I believe everyone should have read them."

Many people have read Xiao Yang's poems and novels, and almost no one has ever heard of Xiao Yang's name.

Xiao Hua smiled and said, "It is said that Mr. Xiao studied under the Huaxia Longhai Zen Master, and I don't know if it is true."

Hearing the three words "Longhai Zen", Wu Qian glanced at Xiao Yang.

"Old Long is not my teacher." Xiao Yang smiled and said, "After all, I am an artist and I am not suitable to join Old Long."

Many people in the Nanyang cultural circle think that it is probably Mr. Long who doesn’t want to accept you as his disciple.

"Mr. Xiao is self-aware." Li Mi smiled and said, "Artists should do what artists should do."

Many people glanced at Li Mi. Although what they said was a bit harsh, everyone thought it was the reason.

Xiao Yang smiled and said, "Then tell me what artists should do."

Li Mi smiled slightly, "Acting and singing are what artists should do."

Xiao Yang looked at everyone, "Do you think those who write novels can go sing?"

Everyone was slightly stunned.

Someone couldn't help but laugh and said, "Of course."

Xiao Yang smiled and said, "Why can't artists write novels? If you have talent, why should you bury them?"

Everyone: "..."

You are not humble at all.

Li Mi couldn't help but be happy. This is the effect he wanted. The more arrogant Xiao Yang was, the more dissatisfied the people in the cultural circle.

Sure enough, many Nanyang literati showed disdain.

"Xiao Yang, today is a dragon boat race. Why not write a poem with the dragon boat race so that we can see your talents."

"I'm right. I've heard of Mr. Xiao's talent for a long time. I'd like to ask Mr. Xiao to give us some advice today."

"It is said that Mr. Xiao's calligraphy is also first-class. Come and prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Many people are making excuses.

Xiao Hua and Li Mi looked at each other and smiled. Xiao Yang was in trouble this time.

Everyone looked at Xiao Yang and waited for Xiao Yang to write a poem.

Xi Xiaolin frowned slightly, these people were a little too much.

Wu Qian smiled and said, "I also want to see what kind of poem the disciples of Haichan can write."

Xi Xiaolin smiled bitterly, and even when Old Man Wu spoke, she really couldn't say anything more.

Chen Ruolin looked at Xiao Yang, "Can you do it?"

Xiao Yang glanced at Chen Ruolin, "Do you think I can't do it?"

Chen Ruolin was happy, "I haven't tried it."

Xiao Yang laughed himself, "It's okay, if you want to try it in the future, you can find me, I won't charge you."

Chen Ruolin: “…”

Xiao Yang glanced at everyone, raised his glass and took a sip of wine, then picked up his pen and started writing.

Everyone leaned over to look.

Chen Ruolin was stunned.

Xiao Yang finished writing in a few minutes and laughed loudly, "Okay."

Two staff members hurried over and took the poem over and projected it for everyone to see.

Everyone looked at the big screen.

Xiao Yang wrote running script, his pen was like a dragon and a snake, and it seemed to be about to break out of paper.

"Good word!"

Wu Qian couldn't help but exclaim.

The others were also stunned. They asked themselves that Xiao Yang could not write this word, and the gap was too big.

Although Xiao Hua and Li Mi are laymen, they can also see that these words are written with a very charm.

Everyone continued to read the poem.

The Yuan River flows flat in May, and people are about to fly the colorful boats.

When did Lingjun sing? The sad songs and oars start from now on.

Yang Jue hit the festival and thundered, and the turbulent flows were coming in roar.

The dragon is moved by the rain, and the swaying beside the ground and the shadows are connected.

The governor, who was in the liuli, raised his pole and ordered the male and female to be divided into male and female.

I was so brave that I was competing for encouragement, but I was not satisfied with the color of the title.

Yum has its own early stages, and the origin of a flying has no fixed place.

The customs are as heavy as madness at this time, look at the Yunwei River and the Mei of Yunwei River.

Colorful flags illuminate the dragon room with the shore, and silk stockings are playing in the water.

The end of the scriptures, the people are dispersed and the sorrow is sad in the evening, and the water flows eastward in front of Qu Heng.

——"Journey to the Journey".

"Good poem!"

Wu Qian exclaimed: "I didn't expect that there are people in China who have this kind of literary talent."

People in the Nanyang cultural circle were collectively silent.

It’s just that this poem is beyond the reach of everyone.

Not to mention a good poem written by Xiao Yang!

Li Mi couldn't help but say, "It is said that Mr. Xiao is the number one person in the field of Chinese poetry. It's just a poem, which is too few."

Everyone thought that this person was really shameless.

Xiao Yang smiled and said, "Sorry, you only deserve to read a poem by me."

"Ha ha……"

Many people couldn't help laughing.

Li Mi's face turned pale.

Xiao Hua smiled and said, "Is Mr. Xiao uninspired for the time being?"

Xiao Yang smiled and said, "It's all your business."

Everyone: "..."

Xiao Hua was not angry and continued to provoke: "I'm afraid Mr. Xiao thought of this poem for many years, but it happened just now, so he wrote it out, right?"

Chen Ruolin's face darkened. This guy was too much!

Xiao Yang smiled and said, "I want to ask me to write a poem. My standard is 100 million per poem. I wonder if you have that much money."

Xiao Hua laughed: "I will pay 100 million, and everyone can testify."

Xiao Yang picked up the pen again.

The vine carries horses and wormwood as whip, and the realgar is strong wine to worship the river fairy.

Mishui was fortunate to complain, but Lei Shi was unsuccessful to Luan Yuan.

The jade squid and brown leaves are as green as green as the holy temple, and the yellow bells penetrate the cave.

The radial flag, boat, drums and steps are charming, and the rolling rivers are racing dragon boats.

Another dragon boat poem!

Xiao Hua's smile froze.

Everyone admired her. I had heard that Xiao Yang was very talented, but they thought he was a Chinese bragging. When I saw her today, Xiao Yang was even more cruel than the legendary one.

Xiao Yang smiled and said, "Remember your 100 million."

Xiao Hua's face turned pale.

Li Mi next to him gritted her teeth and said, "Boss, this is definitely his limit. He can't make the third song."

Xiao Hua looked at Xiao Yang, "I'll pay another 100 million!"