In the gift package, Chen Mo selected a very classic opera song as a singing piece to participate in the year-end performance of the Sichuan Opera Association. At the same time, he also selected a song suitable for Ding Yuesheng and Sha Hewei each.
"Two songs, "Friends" (Teacher Zhou) and "Unfortunately No If", you two can choose!"
After registering the copyright of the two songs, Chen Mo sent the lyrics and music scores to Ding Yuesheng's mailbox, allowing him and Sha Hewei to choose on their own.
As for the 200,000 licensing fee, he did not pay it directly into his personal account, but handed it over to Leng Bingbing.
When he got home in the evening, Shen Xingluo came up to him and said, "Dad, tomorrow is the promotion competition of the Poetry Culture Festival. Are you ready?"
"Of course, Dad has been prepared for it for a long time!"
Chen Mo pinched his daughter's cheek and said with a smile.
He couldn't prepare for this. The top three were determined directly in the promotion competition, and they were all real-time propositions. In addition to luck, all contestants were required to perform on the spot.
The little girl nodded with great trust. She believed that her father would not lose.
At the same time, she was also looking forward to seeing more beautiful short sentences. Before that, she had browsed through many people's poems.
Except for a few poems written by some old grandfathers that are very beautiful, the others are all average.
Of course, she didn't forget those ancient poems, but she couldn't understand some of them. But as long as she thinks it is beautiful, she will record it and appreciate it later when she can understand it.
Shen Qingrou was only an artist under the company, so she accompanied her father and daughter to participate in the competition at home the next day.
Because the participating contestants come from all over the country, for the sake of convenience and to save everyone's travel expenses, the Internet Literature Association will conduct this promotion competition in a live broadcast.
The network preparations before the game took almost two hours, and the server almost crashed.
When the competition officially started, everyone could directly face the six judges sitting at the judges' table through the screen. In the middle were Pang Wanchun, the president of the Yanguo Poetry Culture Association, and Qiao Qianren, the president of the Internet Literature Association. To the left of the former was the vice president. Tong Mingyuan and Zhang Yaquan, and to the right of the latter are also Vice President Zhou Xuewen and Liao Xiangya.
Then the camera switched to the host of the competition. He talked for a long time, and finally explained the promotion rules of this competition.
In fact, it is not difficult to understand that a full score of 600 points means that the top 10% of the 100 players who advance through the audition will be selected each time to advance until the top three are determined, and then the championship and the Asian season will be determined.
In total, it only takes three rounds, and the winner will be decided quickly.
After explaining the rules, the host continued: "Okay, then our first round of competition will begin now. Please listen to the questions. In the first round, everyone can freely express themselves and come up with the poems they think are the best. But if you want to improvise on the spot, you can also choose poems you have written before, except for auditions, which will be timed for ten minutes."
When they heard the questions of the first round, many contestants who felt uncertain breathed a sigh of relief in front of the screen.
At this time, mother and daughter Shen Xingluo and Shen Qingrou were looking at Chen Mo eagerly, waiting for his masterpiece to come out.
As a result, the latter didn't even hesitate and started typing on the keyboard. In less than a minute, a complete poem appeared on the dialog box that popped up on the computer.
"A seven-step poem, boiling beans and holding them to make a soup, draining the bean sprouts to make juice. The bean sprouts are burning under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. They all grow from the same root, so why fry each other in a hurry?"
Shen Qingrou read the poem in a low voice, and then looked at Chen Mo with wide eyes.
The meaning of the poem was very easy to understand. It was precisely because of this that she couldn't understand even more. Chen Mo was the only son in the family and would never experience such a thing, so how could he write such a poem that uses objects to metaphor people? of?
Chen Mo didn't give any explanation for this. The key was that he couldn't explain it.
Ten minutes passed quickly, and the pop-up dialog box was directly locked, making it impossible to edit another punctuation mark.
"Luoluo, can you do this?" Out of curiosity, Chen Mo looked at the little girl.
Shen Xingluo shook his head: "This program is not difficult. Luoluo can easily crack it, but it is impossible for one person to control so many computers at the same time."
As the little girl was about to crack it, Chen Mo was so frightened that he quickly stopped him: "Dad is just asking, we don't need to actually do it."
"Oh, okay, let's wait until it's over, Luoluo, and then try it again."
Because of her father's words, Shen Xingluo's interest was aroused. When it was over, she would try to see how long it would take to crack the program.
At this time, the statistical results have come out, and the real-name contestants who listened to the story successfully advanced to the next round.
Some of those who were eliminated expressed dissatisfaction and believed that there was something fishy about the scoring.
Just as the live broadcast filled the screen with barrage, the organizer directly announced the poetry works of the ten advanced contestants, which instantly silenced many dissatisfied people.
Among them, Luo Luo's "Seven-Step Poetry" by Storytelling ranked first with 576 points.
The poem is easy to understand, and people in the live broadcast room were shocked, because the situation reflected in this poem exists too much in reality, especially among the children of big families.
In just a few minutes, "Poetry in Seven Steps" ranked among the top three searches, attracting widespread attention from netizens.
[What a "seven-step poem". Is it possible that Luo Luo finished listening to the story in seven steps? 】
[The bullshit story of Luo Luo was actually written by Chen Mo, and it was completed within seven steps. It is pure nonsense. In such a short time, even if I copied it, I could only copy one sentence. 】
[Hahaha, the hands upstairs are so weak! 】
[But to be honest, the reality reflected in this poem is too real, and everyone should take a warning. 】
[Those who can't quit, in the face of power and money, I can't quit even if the King of Heaven comes. Even if one person on both sides fights, the other party will become Doudou. 】
[Indeed, that’s why it’s better to be an only child like me, there’s no way to argue! 】
[Hahaha, the people above are making me laugh to death. If you want to fight, you have to have a prerequisite, that is, you have a mine at home, otherwise you won’t be able to fight if you want to. 】
【……】
Since then, this poem has become an aphorism for the fight between brothers in the Yanguo clan. It has also been included in primary school Chinese textbooks by the national education department.
"Okay, I believe everyone has no doubts, then we are about to enter the next round of competition."
Having said this, the host paused for a moment, as if he could see the general reactions of the remaining ten contestants, and then continued: "At the beginning of this round, everyone needs to perform on the spot, and it is not free. As for this Let me ask Professor Pang Wanchun, the president of our Poetry Association, to tell you what the proposition of the round is, after all, the proposition was discussed by several judges."
After the host finished speaking, the camera immediately switched to Pang Wanchun's side.
He tried the microphone, and then stared at the camera very seriously: "Contestants, please listen clearly. The theme of this round is love. It can be either father's love or mother's love. There is no limit on poetry, and the time is still ten minutes."
(To be continued!)
