Seeing everyone's expressions, their faces were filled with heat. They looked at each other and were heartbroken. Hou Dong took the lead and said, "If you win, we will also shout three times, I am a loser!"
"Yes, I agreed. If you have the ability, let us lose..." Zheng Ming also followed.
Anyway, they felt that this useless idiot Yunze would definitely not be able to get the first place.
Luo Qingcen sighed and said: "Then the poetry meeting will begin... everyone can think on your own and communicate... It will be limited to half an hour!"
With the sound of her voice, the poetry meeting officially began. Everyone looked different, including thinkers, communicators, and writers.
Only Yunze continued to paint. He seemed to have forgotten the bet he made with Zheng Ming and Hou Dong.
Everyone couldn't help but feel anxious for him. Luo Qingcen wanted to speak several times, but he still endured it.
However, the woman who was waiting for the painting in front of Yunze said curiously: "Master Yun, aren't you going to write a poem? How about... let's write the poem first, and then we can paint after you finish it..."
When the people around him heard this, they all looked at Yunze curiously.
This guy can still draw so calmly. He is not afraid of losing!
"No hurry, it's just a poem, you can finish it with a snap of your fingers... Why waste my time making money... Let them come first, I will be last..." Yunze smiled and shook his head.
Just kidding, if you paint one more painting now, you will earn an extra twenty taels. If you don't make more money during this time, how can you pay off the debt?
However, as soon as he said these words, everyone looked at him in astonishment, their eyes strange, and they didn't know what to say about Yunze for a while.
Why does this guy feel so unreliable, and he likes to brag so much? He can just write a poem and finish it with a snap of his fingers. They all want to beat Yunze for such bragging.
Luo Qingcen sighed and shook his head. This guy is really a money addict, and most importantly, he is an arrogant maniac!
She didn't bother to say anything, she had already done what she had to do. She can't help with composing poetry!
When Hou Dong and Zheng Ming heard this, the sarcasm on their lips became a bit thicker, and their faces were full of pride.
It would be better if Yunze didn't compose poetry. Later, they would like to see how Yunze ends up.
Just like this, while others were thinking hard, Yunze was painting calmly. He painted a little faster, and in half an hour, he painted three more paintings.
At this time, everyone began to submit poems to Luo Qingcen.
Zheng Ming and Hou Dong looked at Yunze, as if asking him to hand in the manuscript.
Yunze looked at Luo Qingcen and waved the charcoal branch on his hand.
"I'm busy now and don't have time. You guys start first, and I'll finish...then the poem manuscript will be given to you..."
As soon as he said these words, everyone present was shocked again.
This damn thing is fine, everyone has already handed in the manuscript, but this guy hasn't even written the poem yet.
While others write poems, he paints. Now that he is submitting manuscripts to comment on poems, he is still painting. You have to think about money to be like this.
Doesn't he know that he already has a bet? !
Everyone couldn't figure out what Yunze wanted to do. I feel a little more sympathetic in my heart. If Yunze continues to act like this, this person will be humiliated later.
When Zheng Ming saw this, he opened his mouth to mock Yun Ze. However, Hou Dong interrupted him as soon as he opened his mouth.
"There's no rush. Anyway, in the end, regardless of whether he can get the poem manuscript or not, he has to admit defeat... Just wait..."
Hearing this, Zheng Ming suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at Yun Ze with a face full of teasing.
Luo Qingcen looked at Yunze who was painting seriously and shook his head unconsciously.
This was the first time she saw such a strange person.
Apart from making money, there seems to be nothing else in his eyes.
Sighing, she asked the assistant next to her to read the poem, and then asked everyone present to comment.
After the poems are unanimously reviewed by everyone, they will be ranked. This is the process of the poetry meeting.
As the appraisal begins, the first poem with the theme of spring is unremarkable, with a hint of doggerel.
The people around him didn't say anything unpleasant, but they didn't speak highly of him either.
That is to say, it is average, not excellent. The level is okay, these comments.
Then, there are the second and third poems... poems written by nearly a hundred people, each of which lasts about one and a half minutes on average. The review took an hour and a half.
Yunze painted seven more paintings during this period. Including the six paintings painted before and the one by Luo Qingcen, fourteen paintings were painted in total. After a poetry meeting, he earned two hundred and eighty taels.
Just paint one more painting and you can earn three hundred taels.
But at this time, he had to stop writing, because he was afraid that there was not enough time. What he was reviewing now was Zheng Ming's poems, and next was the poems of Hou Dong, the most talented man. Finally it was his turn.
The face of the young lady who had just waited in front of me was full of disappointment, but she was also very helpless. The only option is to find another opportunity for Yunze to paint for him.
At this time, Zheng Ming's poems had been read out.
A little better than others.
The people around him let out bursts of admiration, and most of them flattered Zheng Ming.
"Good poetry... They are worthy of the two talents of our poetry club. This poem is definitely a masterpiece..."
"Yes, Brother Zheng is really talented. Why can't I write such a good poem?"
Zheng Ming felt relieved after being flattered by everyone. He turned around and looked at Yunze proudly, his face full of pride, and he curled his lips contemptuously at Yunze.
Zheng Ming's poems were temporarily ranked first by everyone, knocking down the one who was originally ranked first.
Yunze watched all this quietly with amusement on his face. Zheng Ming's poems were better than limericks, but they were too ordinary and had nothing amazing about them. They could only pass the test.
Zheng Ming is not completely a fool, at least compared to other people present, he is still a little ink.
Next is Hou Dong. Because he is the most talented person, his poems are placed at the end for everyone to appreciate. Everyone has high expectations for him.
Hou Dong also looked confident and proud. He glanced at Yunze, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.
"Spring has returned to the earth, and all things are fresh, and the sun is warming the land of thousands of beautiful peaks..." The person who read the poem read out Hou Dong's poem. Compared with Zheng Ming's poem, Hou Dong's poem was indeed better.
Everyone's eyes suddenly showed a look of astonishment. He was worthy of being the most talented person in Danyang. The poems written are different. This poem is definitely a masterpiece in tonight's poetry meeting.
After reciting the poem, the flattering sounds around him started one after another.
"Well...he is indeed the most talented person in Danyang. His skills are extraordinary. Brother Hou's poem will definitely take the top spot in tonight's poetry meeting..."
"Yes, such a masterpiece will be remembered for eternity. I'm waiting for you to be such a great talent."
Most of the flatterers were people who were close friends with Hou Dong and Zheng Ming. They looked at Yunze with amusement and teasing while they flattered him. That means Yunze will definitely lose tonight.
