Saturday.

The scorching sun shines brightly.

A black sedan is speeding forward on the city highway.

There were four people who participated in the "Literary Cup" this time. In addition to Chen Tao and Mo Zhuosi, there were two colleagues from the Propaganda Department.

At this time, Mo Zhuosi happened to be sitting in his colleague's car. There was no way, he had no car, so he had to ride a ride.

This morning, he used his free time to go to an old gold shop to sell the gold given by the system, and there were a total of 137,000 more in his bank card.

This feeling of making money is extremely comfortable, but when I think about only getting a basic salary for the next six months, I instantly became honest.

His Weibo is basically followed by friends and colleagues, and there are only a few hundred people, so not many people know about the song "Rain Night", and friends just make a few jokes.

In the past two days, Mo Zhuosi read and recited "Wen Yiduo Classic Poems Collection" repeatedly, and there are still many benefits, because he is indeed very well written and can be easily memorized.

The key is to cultivate your literary literacy, otherwise it will be easy to "disguise". Although you don't brag anymore, if your background is insufficient, you will still be pretending to be arrogant in the eyes of others.

He can now recite the ten poems in it. This thing is not someone else's, but his own, so he is full of motivation.

Because the guy next to him has been wearing headphones, Mo Zhuosi also started playing with his phone himself. Since the restriction of not being able to lie, he has not liked to take the initiative to chat with people.

Otherwise, if someone asks me if I am handsome today, he will honestly answer, it is quite ugly and I will probably be beaten!

At this moment, his colleague Ma Mingyuan next to him patted Mo Zhuosi and asked, "How about my sunglasses? I'm going to go to the beach with my girlfriend next week and bought it in advance."

After saying that, Ma Mingyuan took out his newly bought sunglasses from his bag and put them on, looking at Mo Zhuosi.

Mo Zhuosi ran past one hundred thousand grass in his heart, which means that Cao Cao would arrive, and he would come whatever he was afraid of.

"Ahem." Mo Zhuos was so embarrassed!

This colleague is actually quite good-looking, and he is just a pretty good person. He can barely find a girlfriend!

The problem is that these sunglasses are too big and they look like to wear them.

"What's wrong? Isn't this good-looking?" Ma Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, because he found that Mo Zhuosi's expression was a little embarrassed?

Chen Mufeng, who was driving, looked back and said, "It's not bad, it's just a little bigger, so you should choose a size smaller."

"Oh, is that? When I bought it, the glasses shop told me that it would be big when I went to the beach, otherwise it would be easy to miss the light metering." Ma Mingyuan took off his glasses helplessly.

Mo Zhuosi suppressed his smile and said, "It's not a good man."

"Hahaha, look at this verbal comparison with King Xu, so I'll use this." Ma Mingyuan looked very useful.

Mo Zhuosi had to admire his perfect answer. He kept thinking last night that it was impossible not to stop communicating with others in the future.

How can we tell the truth without offending others?

The answer is very simple, that is, to raise the upper limit.

If you earn 4,000 a month, that's less than 10,000.

He is about 16 meters tall, which is less than 1.8 meters tall.

In short, it's so stable!!!

The three of them were nonsense for a while, and Mo Zhuosi used his latest "chat method" to make the two laugh and praised him for his humor.

The car slowly drove into the parking lot of Huayu Building.

Today's award ceremony for the "Literary Cup" gathered many literati and poets, and many related companies will also be present, including many corporate units and publishers...

The two colleagues in charge of publicity also took professional photography equipment, one was responsible for shooting and the other was responsible for writing, and the two swords combined.

As for Mo Zhuosi, who came here to put the spot on Mr. Chen today, actually he felt guilty. After all, all the people present were professionals in the literary circle.

Mo Zhuosi took a deep breath and sorted out his clothes. First of all, he couldn't lose his momentum.

He glanced at the audience with his eyes. Today, there were still many reporters who also prepared shooting stands on both sides, all of whom were fully armed!!!

Chen Tao drove over from home by himself and met with Mo Zhuosi when he arrived at the venue.

He patted Mo Zhuosi and said, "It may be the first time you're on such an occasion, and you'll get a little nervous and get used to it."

Mo Zhuosi nodded and smiled, "There are tension and excitement."

"That's a good thing. I'll read more and learn more later." Chen Tao said with a smile indifferently.

The two walked towards the center of the venue. Mo Zhuosi was treated better than the other two colleagues. He also had seats, which were arranged in the back row of Chen Tao.

All the special guest guests sit in the first row, and the second row is like assistants or relatives and friends.

Mo Zhuosi found that his preparation was still insufficient, because after he took his seat, he found that there was a notepad on his thighs of the two ladies next to him.

This thing is not enough to be used, but you still need to pretend. It would be much embarrassing if you are empty-handed.

On the other hand, many traditional literary writers have entered the market. There are fewer people writing poetry these days, and most of them are novel writers.

Mo Zhuosi saw Wang Dongxue from afar. Sure enough, Wang Dongxue will definitely appear in this occasion. After all, there are many famous poets in China, but as a new generation of poets, he is still quite popular.

That day, he specially checked Wang Dongxue's other works online and confirmed that he had criticized the wrong person. This guy's other collections of poems were of poor quality.

Mo Zhuosi also looked at some of the new poets and found that some of them were even worse than Wang Dongxue. He summarized four words and was terrible.

If I had smashed out the "Wen Yiduo Classic Poem Collection" now, I would probably have a surprise to the literati and poets on the scene.

This is definitely not a joke.

Mo Zhuosi had no research on modern poetry before, but after carefully reading the works of Wang Dongxue and other poets, he was able to conclude that this collection of poems from parallel worlds is definitely a palace-level work.

But after all, it is not a work he created, so Mo Zhuosi dared not copy out the entire collection of poems, otherwise it would be equivalent to "digging out" himself, and it would be embarrassing that he could not produce the corresponding works in the future.

It’s safe to come one by one, so many songs are enough to consume it yourself.

After everyone took the seat, the organizer of the "Literary Cup", the China Literary Association, and vice president Wang Hongsong stood on the stage to prepare for a speech.

"My country is vigorously promoting traditional culture, poetry, lyrics, or novels. These carriers that carry art and culture require our joint efforts to carry forward the development."

A resounding applause came out...

"Our Chinese Literary Association, together with many literary media platforms, jointly initiated the first Literary Cup competition, which officially ended in September."

"First of all, thank you for participating in the literary reading platforms: Reading Novel Network, Xinghe Reading, Chinese Reading, Xinghai Reading and our Penguin Reading."

"In addition, today's special invitation, comment website, comment website, literary commentary, as well as Qingtian Publisher, Huanong Literature Group... participated in the witness award ceremony."

The applause sounded, and after the opening introduction of this paragraph, the award ceremony finally officially began.

Wang Hongsong, vice president of the China Literary Association, shouted to the microphone: "I invite President Liu Qinghong of our Chinese Reading Group to come on stage to deliver a speech and present an award..."

Not long after, Chen Tao, as a representative of the Comment Network, also came to the stage to present awards. These days, there are at least three or four companies like Comment Network. The market is large, but the competition is even greater.

There are quite a lot of awards in this literary cup, and Mo Zhuosi can't remember how many there are. Anyway, there are awards for poetry, novels, and biographies, including the most popular, best-selling, etc.

Wang Hongsong smiled and said, "Congratulations to Wang Dongxue's "Guard" for winning the award for Best Modern Poetry of the Year. His new work "Forget East Street" will be released this month, and the expectations are very high."

Wang Dongxue walked on stage to receive the award with a smile under the applause.

Seeing Wang Dongxue, naturally someone remembered the poem that Wang Dongxue shared a few days ago!

Offstage, Yang Ruiyue, the publisher of Qingtian, took out a piece of paper and copied the poem "Night Rain" he saw in the group. He liked this style of poetry very much, but he couldn't find the author.

Today, this opportunity happened to be there, and many poets were present. Maybe they could ask whose work it was.

"Look at this poem, have you seen it?"

"Good poem!"

"It's amazing, this is the first time I have seen this style except for the retired Mr. Lei."

"It shouldn't be Mr. Lei's work."

As the paper was passed on, it was passed on to Chen Tao. Chen Tao asked in surprise: "I really know this poem."
Chapter completed!