"Changle, can you write poetry?"
Wang Weimin thought for a moment and asked Li Changle a question.
Li Changle didn't know what Wang Weimin was thinking. He couldn't write poetry, but he could copy...
"A little bit..."
"I have a spot for the Chinese Poetry Competition. We're still in the audition stage, and it's for the Cantonese region. If you're interested, come and participate. I think you're pretty good..."
"For the poetry competition, the champion of the Cantonese region will receive a prize of 100,000 yuan, and then they can go on to participate in the national region, where the prize money is 300,000 yuan..."
Wang Weimin thought about it and thought that the online novel written by Li Changle was of decent writing style. He wondered if there were a few poems in the novel that Wang Weimin thought were of good quality.
It just so happened that I came to Guangzhou this time because I was invited to be a judge at the Poetry Competition, so I thought of letting Li Changle give it a try.
If he can get good grades, I will be able to speak up for my daughter when she wants to bring him home.
He still understands his wife. If she knew that his daughter already has a boy she likes, she might say and do things that are even more excessive than herself.
After spending a night with this guy, I feel that he is a decent person. It is not impossible to consider him as my son-in-law. The most important thing is that my daughter likes him.
He now knows where his problem lies. He and his wife have too strong a desire for control, which puts too much pressure on their daughter.
He had already decided to give up trying to persuade his daughter. He would support whatever his daughter liked to do. He didn't want to lose the little girl he had raised with his own hands.
The Chinese Poetry Competition is an old tradition. It is held every year with great fanfare and a lot of prize money.
Li Changle's eyes lit up after hearing this. Here came the chance to make quick money!
Why didn't I think of it before? The level of poetry in this world has always maintained a good level. It is precisely thanks to the country's continuous support that the poetry conference has been held for decades.
A batch of poems of comparable quality are produced every year. Poetry conferences are mostly held by inviting judges to submit works, who then evaluate the outstanding works and publish them online through official channels.
If a poem is of excellent quality, it can cause heated discussion on the Internet. If it reaches the national competition area, the official will hold an evening party and put the national competition works at the evening party.
It can be performed in various forms, such as recitation, dance, or singing.
Li Changle didn't care about these things, he cared about the bonus!
Although the royalties from The Legend of Sword and Fairy 1 came in quickly and he was no longer short of money, he wanted to achieve financial freedom as soon as possible.
The poetry conference is held once a year. Good guy, according to the poetry works in his mind...
He can make a living from this bonus for the rest of his life...
Wouldn't that mean I could get hundreds of thousands of dollars for free every year?
Then why do you write novels?
The Cantonese competition of the Poetry Contest is about to begin, but Li Changle still doesn't know how the competition will go.
So I asked Wang Weimin.
"For the Poetry Competition, whether it's the local or national divisions, the questions are all set in a propositional format. A proposition is randomly assigned, and then a poem is written based on it. Finally, the judges evaluate it..."
Li Changle nodded. It was a composition with a given topic, but it wasn't a big problem.
"So what's the topic this time, Uncle Wang?"
"The topic for the Guangzhou competition this time seems to be lovesickness..."
Lovesickness is a big topic, and there are countless poems about lovesickness in her mind. Li Changle felt relieved.
Seeing that Li Changle seemed to be really thinking, he patted his shoulder and said, "Think about it carefully. It would be best if you could write a poem that can win a prize. Once you've finished writing the poem, just send it directly to the official email address. You can find it online..."
"Okay, thank you, uncle."
"Hey... I have something else to do. I have to go back to Jinling first. You should treat Siyi well in the future and don't let her suffer any grievances..."
After saying this, Wang Weimin stood up, walked to the door of the master bedroom, pondered for a moment, and then spoke:
"Siyi, Daddy's behavior was a little problematic. Daddy apologizes to you. From now on, whatever you want to do, just do it. Daddy supports you. Daddy will also talk to Mommy about it. And Daddy doesn't care who you like. As long as you like her, that's all that matters. Daddy has something to go home for. If you've figured it out, just come home... There's nothing that can't be talked about."
Li Changle was a little puzzled. What did Uncle Wang mean by asking him to be nicer to Wang Siyi? Did he treat her badly in the past?
This shouldn't be the case. He shook his head and without thinking much, sent Wang Weimin downstairs. Wang Weimin gave him another meaningful look, which made Li Changle a little confused.
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