My old bacon is back

In the past hundred years, too many poems have been published, and those who can be selected must be extremely excellent.

After seeing the news, Qi Yuan's fans rushed to leave a message on the official website.

"Look at the poems written by Qi Yuan? Look at "I Hope I Live Long", "Duan Ge Xing", and "Li Sao"...all of them are excellent works!"

"I feel that you can just publish a single one for Qi Yuan! In the past hundred years, but Yique's "I hope people will last forever", can there be a better poem than this one?"

"Since it is a cultural achievement exhibition, it is recommended to include Qi Yuan's works directly!"

Qi Yuan's current popularity in China is second, but no one really dares to say that he is number one.

The comments from his fans flooded the official website of the Poetry Association in an instant.

Even within half an hour, the web page crashed because of too many people visiting it.

Shangjing, the headquarters of the Poetry Association.

Snapped!

This is the sound of someone tapping the table.

"The fans of these so-called artists are really like a cult! This has crashed our website!"

"And came here to recommend it, don't we know how to choose?"

"We formed a team of seven people, won't we still choose?"

"Look at these comments, it's too presumptuous! This is an excellent poem selected for a century, a young man who has only emerged in the past two years, what can he do?"

"That's right, we have to consider the responsibility of history! If we choose Qi Yuan, then we are irresponsible to history!"

"Over the past hundred years, our country of Hua has produced many, many poems, and Qi Yuan also has some good ones. But whether we can include his poems in our collection of poems is another matter!"

"That "May I Live Long" is very good! It's so well written!"

"This song is indeed very good, but it is not released as a poem, but as the lyrics of a song!"

"That's right! Good is good, but it's not words, it's lyrics! So it can't be selected!"

In the entire conference room, everyone discussed intensely.

They are all old men in their 60s and [-]s, and they are all famous figures in the poetry circle of Huaguo.

The important task of selecting the best poems of the century is accomplished by these people here.

Seeing that everyone was arguing so fiercely, the chairman Xue Dong'an said: "Everyone, be quiet, look at the excellent poems that have been screened from all over the world, and then choose the best among them. This is what we should do. Don't let us down. We have met the expectations of the leaders. As for those voices on the Internet, let’s stop paying attention to them. Could it be that everyone here will be influenced by the voices on the Internet? It shouldn’t be, right?”

After the president had spoken, everyone nodded silently.

Then the discussion started.

"I think this one by the poet in the 70s is pretty good..."

"This poem about missing family members in the 30s is absolutely perfect!"

"I think this patriotic poem last year is very good."

Xue Dong'an walked out of the conference room slowly.

At the door, the secretary is already waiting.

"How is it?" Xue Dong'an asked.

"Called, but the other side completely disagreed, thinking we were blackmailing."

Xue Dong'an smiled and said: "These sour literati, what age is this? This is a century-old poetry collection of the Hua Kingdom. Once selected, it will be famous in history!"

The secretary said: "Then...the condition remains the same, [-] a piece?"

Xue Dong'an said, "No, it's one hundred thousand now."

……

……

Qi Yuan and Gu Hongli are adjusting the arrangement details of "Will Enter the Wine" in the recording studio.

On the weekend, I hurried in and said, "Boss, the selection of Huaguo's century-old outstanding poems has begun."

Upon hearing this, Gu Hongli asked excitedly, "What do you say? How many of Qi Yuan's works have been selected?"

Weekend laughed and said: "Madam boss, it's not that easy. Someone from the Poetry Association called me and hinted at me."

"Hinting you what?"

"If you want to be selected, you have to pay a 10 yuan national founding fee for one work."

"Ah?" Gu Hongli was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"I inquired about it, and this is the routine operation of these people."

Qi Yuan asked: "If you don't hand in, you can't be selected?"

Good weekend nod.

Qi Yuan frowned, and said: "This is a bit too stupid. If this kind of thing is exposed, it will not do them any good!"

Weekend Hao said: "Besides, this is still a century-old poetry selection. I think they can ask those poets and poets who have passed away to ask for the country's founding fee?"

Gu Hongli said: "Is this crazy about money?"

Naturally, Qi Yuan would not pay any money.

Although one hundred thousand is not money to him.

But what's the point of spending money to be selected?

Qi Yuan thought that there should be quite a lot of people like him.

But a few days later, when the Poetry Association began to publish the selected works, he discovered that the authors of about one-tenth of the works were still alive.

That is to say, they paid the money?

Such a thing, there is no one with the backbone of a literati to come out and expose it?

Qi Yuan was quite curious, but he just laughed it off.

This kind of thing, in his heart, can't make a wave.