Should wait another half a year...
The adjutant noticed the general's gaze and stopped in his tracks.
"Boy, don't be so arrogant. If you pick it up now, I will pretend that what happened just now never happened. I will not maliciously give you a low score because of these contradictions. I will give you a score based on the quality of the lyrics."
Hu Gao narrowed his eyes slightly. He finally understood how arrogant this kid named Lin was. He was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and did not take their seniors seriously at all.
If he hadn't had the support of a figure like General Chen, he would have been banned for hundreds of times.
"Is the position of vice president a good one?" Lin Shiyi stared at the other person with a fierce look in his eyes.
This was the first time he showed his vicious nature in front of outsiders.
It was understandable that he was bullied by Chuxing during the first few days after crossing over. After all, he had just arrived in this world not long ago and was unfamiliar with the people and the place, so it was understandable that he lay dormant.
But things are different now. He is doing well in the business world and has made friends with great generals like Chen Baiguang.
He even has one hanging on his body. If he is still bullied after all this, then isn't it too miserable for him to be hanging on the wall?
"Since President Hu refuses to pick it up, forget it. I don't care about the election."
Lin Shiyi was not afraid of the ancient style poem being leaked out, so he turned around and left: "Brother Bai Guang, let's go."
"Yeah." Chen Baiguang didn't say anything extra, nor did he ask too many reasons. He just took him away.
The adjutant followed behind him and gave the two security guards a vicious look before leaving.
"Humph, young people are just arrogant!" Hu Gao's eyes widened with anger: "If I have the chance, I will make you suffer."
After that, he looked at everyone present and said, "Ten minutes of intermission, prepare for the second round: arranging music."
However, the vice chairman walked down from the long table, staring intently at the ball of paper on the ground.
He was very curious to see what the young man could write in just five minutes.
When Vice Chairman Zhang Jiahao was about to bend down to pick it up, he was destined to go further.
Anyone who can sit on the position of vice chairman is not an easy person to deal with.
"Vice Chairman!" Hu Gao's face suddenly turned ugly when he saw this: "What are you doing? How can I let you commit yourself to a piece of garbage?"
"Shh, don't make any noise." The vice chairman made a gesture to silence the crowd.
When I unfolded the paper ball, a series of lyrics came into view.
After just one glance, the vice chairman was attracted by the ancient style words above.
I just heard him repeating:
"When people walk past the stage, the old color is gone."
"The people on the stage were singing heart-breaking farewell songs."
"Love is hard to write, she must sing it with blood."
"The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest..."
The vice chairman had a relieved look on his face, laughed heartily, and ignored the people around him and continued to read:
"I am used to blending my joy, anger, sorrow and happiness into makeup and singing out old words. What does it matter? My bones and ashes are all mine."
"In troubled times, I can't help but watch the flames of war burning the mountains and rivers. I dare not forget my worries for the country even if no one knows me."
"The people in the audience walked away without seeing the old colors, and the people on the stage sang a heartbreaking farewell song..."
"Wonderful! How can there be such ancient style poems in the world? There is no need to surpass Master Feng at all. This is a new and different ancient style field!"
The vice chairman muttered to himself, holding the crumpled paper ball tightly in his hands, and said with trembling lips: "People in the audience walked by, and the old color was gone. Yes, once the opera starts, it can't stop."
"Even if the people in the audience aren't watching, the souls of our ancestors are watching..."
"Lin...what's his name? Lin Shiyi? After Master Feng passed away, who said that no one would take up half of Gufeng's territory?"
When Chairman Hu Gao heard the Vice Chairman read out the lyrics on the paper ball, his face froze and he subconsciously asked, "Vice Chairman, this was written by... that young man?"
"Did I write it?" The vice chairman was attracted by the ancient style poem written by Lin Shiyi, and his face was filled with an annoyed expression: "Go out and invite that young man back in person."
Hu Gao was so angry at this that his face turned blue, but since it was the vice chairman who gave the order personally, he dared not disobey.
"I want to take back what I said just now. This young man has the qualifications to be arrogant." The vice chairman completely forgot what he had just said.
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