"Don't worry, Chairman Li, we accept this calmly."
"Why..."
Li Siye looked at Bai Yizhong, seemingly asking a question.
"Everyone, it's not that I don't want to announce it, it's just that once it's announced, the calligraphy segment of this program can't continue."
This statement caused an uproar.
People are puzzled as to why revealing the identity of the mysterious master would cause the calligraphy practice to stall.
"President Bai, rest assured, as long as you are willing to reveal the identity of the mysterious master, I am willing to write ten articles on the spot to guarantee the program's great success."
The audience was now intrigued and began shouting.
"Announcement, announcement! We're really looking forward to it!"
"When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky. What beautiful words! This is the most beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival poem I have ever seen."
"And that calligraphy, it's really amazing, I bet there are at least four people who did it."
"No, so many poems and calligraphy works are not the same. I think there are at least eight different ones."
"I'm not saying the people upstairs and upstairs are idiots, but Professor Sabeining said it was all done by one person."
But the audience was unwilling to believe it, and the netizens' speculations became more and more outrageous. Some even joked that if there really were eight mysterious masters, then the eight elders of Huayu Entertainment could each worship one of them.
Viewers in front of their televisions couldn't help but shout that this "Poetry and Books in Our Youth" program had unintentionally stirred everyone's hearts.
Bai Yizhong saw everyone's enthusiasm, but he had some doubts in his heart.
He knew that if the news were to be announced, there might not be any more episodes, but he couldn't go against the wishes of the people.
"Please be patient, everyone. Since you are all so eager to know the identity of the mysterious master, I won't keep you in suspense any longer."
Upon hearing Bai Yizhong speak, the entire room fell silent instantly.
The eight elders were visibly agitated, but Chen Feng remained unfazed.
"First of all, as host Sabine said, all those calligraphy and poems with different handwriting are actually the work of one person..."
"What?"
Bai Yizhong's words caused a great stir, like a stone thrown into a calm sea.
Sa Beining had said something like that before, but neither the eight elders nor the audience took it to heart. They thought Sa Beining was just making things up to cover up his embarrassment at not knowing anything.
But now that it's clear that Chairman Bai Yizhong himself has spoken, then it must be true.
"My God, are there really people like this in this world? It's impossible."
“Cursive script, running script, clerical script, and seal script are simply not something that one person can master.”
"And those poems, each one has a different style, how could they possibly be written by one person? Chairman Bai, are you joking?"
The eight elders were all dumbfounded, looking at Bai Yi with suspicion.
The audience also had expressions of disbelief.
"Everything I said is true. Although it is hard to believe, there really are such geniuses in this world."
Bai Yizhong squinted at Chen Feng, who was dozing off again, and continued, "Back then, if I hadn't seen these poems and calligraphy with my own eyes, I would never have believed that they were written by one person."
Li Siye rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "You saw it with your own eyes? You were the one who got Qi Baishi to call you and smell his fart. You're really shameless."
Such shocking news is hard to digest and only heightens curiosity.
Who on earth has such abilities? This person is practically a national treasure of China!
"We urge Chairman Bai to immediately reveal the master's identity. We eight elders must see the master today and are willing to serve him for the rest of our lives."
Clang!
A loud bang stunned everyone.
Chen Feng nearly fell to the ground, but luckily he was agile and made a beautiful leap to his feet. However, the chair fell onto the cold floor tiles with a loud bang.
No one knew what had happened; they assumed Chen Feng had dozed off and accidentally tripped.
But in reality, only Li Siye and Bai Yizhong knew what was going on. The eight elders opposite him were going to serve him for life. How could they not be frightened?
"Well, let me make this clear first, you're all getting on in years, so it's best not to make any promises you can't keep, lest you regret it later."
Bai Yizhong never expected that the Eight Elders would be so stubborn as to utter the words "serve".
"Regret? In the eyes of us old men, there is no such word. How could we, who serve such a brilliant and amazing master, possibly regret it?"
Mr. Bai was very confused. What a joke! They'll regret it; they won't even have time to be happy.
"Alright, since the audience and the eight elders are so enthusiastic, I will announce the identity of the mysterious person. The eight elders, you should be prepared, because you have actually already met this master."
After Bai Yizhong finished speaking, he ignored the doubts of the others and quietly instructed a staff member to call an ambulance.
The staff were confused, but they still followed the instructions.
Bai Yizhong was extremely worried that the eight elderly people would not be able to withstand the blow and would vomit blood and die. He had also gone to great lengths to find a solution.
"Have we seen them before?"
This greatly surprised the eight elders. They thought for a long time, looked at each other, shook their heads, and their faces were full of disappointment.
They felt they deserved to die, having met a master without realizing it.
Li Siye looked at the eight elders and shook his head. He felt that these people were doomed.
Not far away, Zhao Anqi frowned, her face gloomy.
Things seemed very strange and wrong, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Her mind raced, and she began to make bold guesses. Suddenly, her peripheral vision caught Chen Feng's eye, and an absurd idea was born.
Could the mysterious master they're talking about be that guy?
No...no...how could this be?
Zhao Anqi shook her head, thinking she was obsessed.
Chen Feng is only twenty-six years old. Even if he is born with a talent for poetry, he can't be born with the same talent for calligraphy, which requires time and practice.
"Eight Elders, actually, our mysterious master is both far away and right before our eyes. Why don't you take a bold guess?"
Bai Yizhong still didn't dare to say it directly, in case the Eighth Elder died, he wouldn't know how to explain it.
"Far away yet right before our eyes?"
Not only were the eight elders stunned, but even the audience began to scrutinize the stage.
"I understand, no... it can't be you, Chairman Bai, can it?"
Mr. Yuan spoke excitedly.
Bai Yizhong was taken aback, thinking to himself, "You really know how to guess. If I were that good, would I need to put on this ridiculous poetry and calligraphy program?"
"Of course not. Compared to the master, my skills are nothing but flattery."
"Is that Chairman Li?"
"No, not exactly..."
The eight elders kept looking around, asking, "Excuse me, Chairman Bai, are the masters in the audience?"
No, he's right there on stage.
Bai Yizhong provided further guidance.
"Why are you all staring at me? If I knew all this, would I need to work in public relations?"
Zhao Anqi felt uneasy being stared at by the eight old men.
"Don't look at me. I'm okay at writing lyrics, but when it comes to composing poetry, I'm not even as good as a three-year-old."
Ying Hua directly demoted himself.
"It's not me, I'm just a singer."
Lin Wei'er quickly waved her hand.
This completely baffled the eight elders. Could it be...? Right there on stage...?
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