"The purpose of this poetry conference is to raise money for food and relief for the victims."
"Now, we would like to invite all the talented people to come on stage and write poems to sell. All the money from the sales will be used for disaster relief!"
"At the same time, we will determine the winner among all the talented poets!"
"The winner will receive a copy of 'Song of the Wine' written by Li Qinglian himself as a reward!"
"Now, I declare that the poetry reading begins!"
"Next, if you have any good poems, please bring them out quickly so that we can appreciate them!"
Um?
What about the title?
Qin Yuan raised his eyebrows, a little confused.
This is the first time I have seen a poetry conference that is so open and without any topics.
What are you playing?
What's wrong with these two? They are so amateur!
Qin Yuan was surprised. After Chen Wujiu finished speaking, he sat down with a smile.
As Chen Wujiu finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room instantly became heated.
All kinds of self-proclaimed talents took out poems that they had collected for many years, or even several years, and read them aloud.
It can be said that they are competing with each other for beauty and the flowers are shining against each other!
These poems are the result of their daily accumulation, which they constantly revised and polished, and finally finalized and treasured, waiting for a certain opportunity to take them out and make a splash, cause a sensation, and soar to the sky.
After all, those who attend such conferences are all well-known figures.
As long as you can gain their favor.
By then, it will really soar to the sky!
All of a sudden, all kinds of poems were flying around in the venue, and all kinds of wonderful poems were competing with each other. Naturally, there was no shortage of cheers and applause.
For every poem, countless people bid for it, but without exception, all of it went into Shi Chao's pocket.
After all, the Jingu Shi family lacks everything except money.
As long as there is a ranked competition, you must take first place.
To win the first place in poetry, you must also be at the top of the list in donations!
However, Qin Yuan was sipping his tea intermittently, yawning constantly, with impatience on his face.
Is this the level of these students from Da Zhou?
A few poems memorized by kindergarten children are better than those they come up with after careful thinking.
At this moment, he wondered if he had come to the wrong place. It was said to be a poetry conference, but how come there wasn't a single decent poem presented so far!
It's really irritating to the ears!
Huh.
Why do all these rich dads bidding the prices look so unfamiliar?
As the magistrate of Jingzhou, Qin Yuan had met many high-ranking officials, nobles, and wealthy gentry, but he did not recognize any of the people in front of him.
I shouldn't be that face-blind, right?
Qin Yuan was full of doubts.
There is something strange about today's poetry conference.
Qin Yuan looked around, but there was not a single familiar face.
There is something fishy, a big problem!
Time passed by minute by minute, gradually approaching the end...
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