Chapter 35 The White-Shirt Boss's Suspicion, A Song of "Man Jiang Hong" Shakes the Provincial Department
It was through this poem that Wang Yueheng recited on stage that we learned about it.
Qi Tiancai then had the idea of getting to know this young man.
Wang Yueheng smiled sheepishly and said, "Because this poem is quite long, and I was too excited at the time, I didn't have time to write it."
You're saying this is a poem?
Qi Tian asked with great interest.
"Yes, it's the name of the ci poem title, Man Jiang Hong."
Wang Yueheng explained.
"Then could I see the entire article today?"
Qi Tian leaned forward.
He asked with an expectant look on his face.
The other party then added, "Don't worry, if you don't want to make it public for the time being, I will keep it a secret for you!"
Wang Yueheng smiled and said, "No, even if I don't write it here, I'll publish it all over the internet when I get back."
"Alright, I'll have someone prepare brush, ink, paper, and inkstone for you right away, and we'll write right here in this room!"
Upon hearing this, Director Qi immediately stood up and said, "Comrade Tianzuo, please have the staff from the Publicity Department prepare paper, ink, brushes, and inkstones!"
"Also, invite Director Ge, Director Hou, and Lao Xia over so they can also appreciate the talent of our local singers!"
Qi Tian summoned several section chiefs in one go.
In addition, a deputy director-general in charge of publicity was appointed.
soon.
The small reception room was instantly filled with high-ranking police officers wearing white shirts and silver stars on their epaulets.
It's not just these officers at the division level or above.
When local singer Wang Yueheng, who sang "The Lone Warrior" and "A Bridge of Fate," came into the hall for tea.
Several young female police officers also quietly ran outside to join the fun, wanting to catch a glimpse of Wang Yueheng.
Upon seeing Wang Yueheng, a handsome and sunny man, standing in front of Director Qi.
These policewomen couldn't help but feel their hearts flutter.
When I was Wang Yueheng's age, I was still a naive girl at police academy.
They can sit and chat with the Director of the Public Security Bureau!
"Director Qi, are you kidding me? Why are you letting this child write ancient poems here?"
"Was that song 'The Lone Warrior' sung by him? Are you sure it's the same voice?"
Has he practiced calligraphy?
Several section chiefs asked in surprise when they saw the young-looking Wang Yueheng.
Older people generally don't pay much attention to the internet.
Therefore, they were unaware of Wang Yueheng's previous performance.
Director Qi stood up, stared at the staff member grinding ink, and smiled:
I don’t know if he has practiced, but his handwriting should be quite good.
"Director Hou, didn't you say you love to dabble in literature and calligraphy now that you have nothing else to do? How about it, are you interested in having a contest with this young man?"
As soon as Qi Tian said this...
The officers in white shirts immediately gave each other a knowing smile, as if to say, "Stop messing around."
“Director Qi, you know that already.”
"When Hou was in college, he won the national calligraphy competition and also published a collection of essays."
"You're making him compete against a twenty-year-old singer? Isn't that bullying him?"
The man referred to as Hou Chu was a handsome man in his forties with a side-parted hairstyle.
Hou Haiping, director of the News and Publicity Department, with a silver flower hanging on his shoulder.
Hou Haiping glanced at Wang Yueheng and said with a smile, "Let's skip the competition and just treat it as a friendly exchange between calligraphy enthusiasts."
Upon learning that Wang Yueheng was a singer specially invited by Qi Ting to visit the hall.
Hou Haiping, the head of the publicity department, naturally knew what was going on.
soon.
Two large sheets of Xuan paper were then placed on the table.
Wang Yueheng and Hou Haiping each held a calligraphy brush and stood on either side of the table.
After a moment's thought.
Wang Yueheng was the first to dip his brush in ink and begin writing.
The flowing, elegant handwriting appeared before everyone.
"My hair stands on end in anger, as I lean against the railing, the rain has just stopped."
"Raising my eyes, I look up to the sky and roar with intense emotion."...
As Wang Yueheng began to write, his vigorous and powerful running script instantly attracted the attention of several high-ranking police officers.
Poems that are full of emotion and exhilarating.
It is paired with cursive script calligraphy that completely surpasses the level of master calligraphers.
It instantly gave everyone a thrill.
This poem…
This calligraphy…
That's absolutely amazing!
Even Director Hou Haiping, who was about to put pen to paper, was affected.
I inadvertently witnessed Wang Yueheng's superb calligraphy skills, which were as graceful as dragons and phoenixes.
I was stunned.
He remained lost in thought for a long time, letting the ink drip from his brush onto the rice paper.
Let alone him.
Even national-level calligraphy masters who teach their own calligraphy came.
Even they might not be able to write such sharp and wild cursive script as this young man!
"Thirty years of fame and glory are but dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road are but clouds and moon."
"Don't let your youth slip away in vain, only to regret it later!"
Several bigwigs in white shirts couldn't help but whisper the words written by Wang Yueheng.
Some people couldn't help but recite it aloud.
His eyes revealed increasing surprise and delight.
What's astonishing is Wang Yueheng's exceptional talent in calligraphy and poetry.
The good thing is...
I witnessed the birth of such a masterpiece with my own eyes!
"The shame of Jingkang has yet to be avenged. When will the hatred of the subjects be extinguished?"
Fortunately, the Song Dynasty also existed in this world.
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