Chairman Cao was full of confidence. (No. 362)
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This year's Mid-Autumn Festival evoked mixed feelings among the literati and scholars of Huazhou.
Although the entire continent is eating mooncakes and admiring the full moon, the people eating mooncakes in other states obviously don't have the same worries as these people.
Because Washington State is currently hosting a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry competition.
Of course, this was originally supposed to be a grand celebration, but the arrival of some clowns completely ruined the atmosphere.
As before, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition lasted for five days. In the first four days, groups of people from Floating Island and Hibiscus Kingdom came in waves, ostensibly to make friends, but in reality, they came to challenge the organizers!
The floating islands are alright; even if they win, they just exchange glances, looking down on a bunch of weaklings with an air of superiority. But Mu Jin is truly disgusting!
Whether you win or not, they'll always use the same vulgar language to mess with your mindset, making it impossible for you to eat!
I used to think Fusheng's haters were disgusting, but now compared to Mujin's haters, those haters are incredibly shameless, they're not even worthy of being called little brothers!
But they couldn't retaliate. Sometimes scholars really do go mad from studying. Even when they were being taken advantage of in bed, they still insisted on the principle of "guests are guests."
Tonight is the most important moment of every Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition.
Unlike previous years where a specific location was chosen, this year's event is open to the public, meaning that everyone can participate.
Cao Kang put a lot of effort into clearing out a large enough area, which is how he managed to acquire a region of over 100 square kilometers.
Nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with small bridges and houses.
As night fell and fireworks lit up the sky, the sight of all sorts of strangely dressed people coming and going left the viewers of the live stream on Floating Island and Hibiscus Island speechless.
Of course, the reactions of onlookers in the two countries differed.
Floating Island also holds similar events, but they are not as extravagant as the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition, and the retro costumes are not as varied, making them rather shabby in comparison.
Of course, they approached it more as a learning experience, and many were even thinking about giving feedback to those idle members of parliament.
As for the Kingdom of Hibiscus, they were simply jealous, and not just ordinary jealous.
They don't have this kind of retro program at all, so the comments are saying that Mid-Autumn Festival programs originated from them and they look down on them. They never expected that China would treasure it!
And you know what? These guys got more and more carried away, and in the end they even started arguing that this land in Washington should be their territory!
Many viewers from the floating island nation couldn't stand it. They either turned off the live comments or used the word "baka" repeatedly to shut up these crazy people who were having such a good time!
What's your current record?
Seeing Cao Kang's calm expression, Su Banshan asked a question with interest.
"361 wins, 428 losses, and 73 draws."
Cao Kang knew this record by heart.
"You can still calm down with this?"
Su Banshan looked at Cao Kang with a strange expression: "This is not like you at all."
"It's just a competition among young people."
Cao Kang smiled slightly, then looked at Yan Zhenhui not far away: "Not long ago, Yan Zhenhui played a game of chess with Master Liaoran. After a hundred moves, the opponent sacrificed a piece."
Perhaps sensing Cao Kang's gaze, Yan Zhenhui, who was raising his glass, looked over and nodded slightly.
"But I heard that He Zhongting lost."
Su Banshan looked around but couldn't find He Zhongting.
"Don't bother looking for him, he's probably standing at home as punishment right now."
Speaking of being punished by standing, Cao Kang clearly had a wicked smile on his face.
Having clearly heard about He Zhongting's romantic escapades, Su Banshan was both amused and exasperated: "You, at your age, are still so indecent. You're just making a fool of yourself for the younger generation."
"Shen Jun and Wen Qingsong have also joined the fray, so it's hard to say what the current situation will be."
Cao Kangruo smiled slightly, but a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
Su Banshan seemed to notice that Cao Kang's eyes were not quite right, but he did not point it out: "Today is strange. It is called a poetry competition, but no one has touched the poems or lyrics. Tell me honestly, was it your idea?"
Normally, by now it would be almost time for the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry recitation, but still no works have been displayed here.
It's one thing for the older generation to be like this, but what's strange is that the younger generation is the same way, which is quite intriguing.
Cao Kang remained silent, but gazed meaningfully at the floating island and the hibiscus representative not far away.
"They're really making a scene over there. I wonder how long they've been preparing those poems?"
Looking at the works hanging in the distance, which were quite impressive, Su Banshan immediately realized that these works were probably the result of years of accumulation by Fudao and Mujin, all for this moment of explosive release!
Human inspiration is limited. These literary giants have created many works, some of which are masterpieces, but the vast majority are of average quality.
Almost every work exhibited by Mu Jin and Fu Dao is excellent, and some of the more outstanding works are even comparable to the masterpieces of Su Banshan, Yan Zhenhui and others!
To say that a work of this caliber could have been written in a year is absolutely impossible. Su Banshan even suspected that these works were the culmination of at least ten years of accumulation by the two countries of Mulan and Fudao!
Why aren't you in a hurry at all?
Seeing that Cao Kang remained calm and composed, Su Banshan finally realized something was wrong. After a moment's thought, he said thoughtfully, "Judging from your appearance, you seem very confident."
"Then guess why I'm so confident?" Cao Kang looked at Su Banshan with great interest.
"Fleeting life".
"Besides Fusheng, I really can't think of anyone else who can give you such confidence."
Su Banshan said thoughtfully, "I checked with someone at dinner time. Fusheng is still in Haozhou. Even if he wanted to come, it would take him ten hours by private jet, which doesn't allow for the time."
After a pause, Su Banshan continued, "Then there's only one possibility: the person didn't come, but his work did. Is that right?"
Seeing that Cao Kang remained silent, but the intriguing look on his face grew even more pronounced, Su Banshan gave up trying to guess; he already knew the answer in his heart.
Since Fusheng had already made his move, he wasn't nervous at all. Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival poem had rendered all his other poems useless, and he still remembered it vividly.
So here's the question: is Fusheng's work still lyrics this time?
After all, the only one who could surpass that poem was probably Fusheng himself.
But in Su Banshan's opinion, it shouldn't be a ci (a type of Chinese lyric poetry), but more likely a shi (another type of Chinese poem)!
Because he has been reading "Journey to the West" these days, he can clearly feel Fusheng's deep affection for poetry.
If it really is poetry, then that would be interesting!
Because the hibiscus and the floating islands are currently showcasing only poetry!
Considering that none of his contemporaries or younger scholars had produced any works, Su Banshan figured there was a close 90% chance that it was a poem!
What kind of poem could make Cao Kang so composed and steady?
At this moment, Su Banshan became expectant.
Half an hour later, the representatives from Floating Island and Hibiscus could no longer sit still. They led a group of people to Cao Kang and smiled, saying, "Mr. Cao, your country's works have not yet been exhibited. Our country's audience is very much looking forward to your country's exhibition."
Cao Kang remained calm and smiled slightly: "Mr. Jin, are you sure you want to see it?"
Jin Zhe'en seemed oblivious to the hidden meaning in Cao Kang's words, and nodded, saying, "Of course, of course, I can't wait to experience the literary charm of China."
Seeing their eagerness, Su Banshan was speechless. He had seen plenty of people courting death, but this was the first time he had encountered someone so impatient to do so.
Without responding to Kim Cheol-eun, Cao Kang then looked at the floating island representative, Sai Go-yu: "Mr. Sai, does your country also think this way?"
Sai Go opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to agree, but inadvertently caught the excitement in Cao Kang's eyes, and for some reason, he suddenly didn't want to speak.
excited? !
Baka!
We wanted to see your country's Mid-Autumn Festival poems. Your excited gaze... could it be that you're eyeing the girl behind me?
Although he felt something was off, Sai Gou finally nodded: "Please."
At that moment, Cao Kang stood up.
As soon as he stood up, many people noticed that the literary giants in the vicinity, including the literati who had been admiring the poems there, all returned at the same time.
This scene left the viewers watching the live stream completely baffled, with a feeling that something big was about to happen!
"Someone, hang it up!"
At Cao Kang's command, people immediately began climbing a large tree nearby, their speed as fast as monkeys.
Someone noticed that the man had a brocade box tied to his back.
"Holy crap, is that some kind of light-footed skill?!"
Watching them climb the tree at such a rapid pace, not to mention the onlookers from outside the region, even the mooncake eaters from other states suddenly felt that their mooncakes were no longer appealing.
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