Chapter 56 - One Poem After Another! (2/2)

Zheng Anbang laughed, “Indeed.”

The two hosts also flattered onstage. They also introduced them to the listeners since they could not see anything. “This is the Beijing Writers’ a.s.sociation’s Vice President Teacher Meng Dongguo’s new work. Wow, just hearing this makes me intoxicated.”

Meng Dongguo laughed, “Not really. Hurhur. If the listeners find it good, remember to vote for me. I came here with some stress. If my voting numbers are too low, I won’t have any face to go home, so I need to try to garner some votes.”

Zhang Huo said, “President Meng is too modest.”

“That’s right.” Sun Mengjie said, “I think this poem has the looks of a champion.”

“This is just the first poem, isn’t it?” Zhang Huo pretended to ask.

“Hurhur. Zhang Huo, why don’t we make a bet? I’m guessing that this poem will be first.” Firstly, Sun Mengjie was giving face to Meng Dongguo. Secondly, she also felt that this poem was very good.

Zhang Huo said, “Alright, so what if we bet? Then I.. will also bet that this poem will be first!”

Seeing the both of them joking around, the audience laughed. Actually, many people agreed. Meng Dongguo was a professional at this, so how can his poems be bad? With his skills placed there, and with Meng Dongguo’s status placed there, he was the Writers’ a.s.sociation’s Leader and was quite famous in Beijing. He was a veteran. Even if this poem was not flattered by them to the heavens, it was still of very high quality. It was pretty difficult for it not to get first.

Meng Dongguo went down.

The second person was Zheng Anbang. The moment he went onstage, he added onto Meng Dongguo’s words, “President Meng said that he was stressed. Actually, my stress is greater. Just being after President Meng, isn’t he trying to make a fool out of me? Forget it. I need to say it regardless. I’m not good at ancient poems, so let me help cheer the mood with a modern poem.”

A minute later, he finished.

Everyone was stunned as they all gave a round of applause.

Meng Dongguo praised, “This Little Shen. He kept being modest, but he actually had such a good piece of work.”

The other people from the Writers’ a.s.sociation did not expect that a romance novel author could compose such a good modern poem. It might not be better than Meng Dongguo’s, but it definitely had what it took to compete for second or third place.

The third to go onstage was a young author. However, he did not recite a poem, but said a phrase, song lyrics. Although there was no companion music, the song lyrics were still vivid and refined. It was very creative.

The fourth person was Little Red Mushroom. The moment she went up, she first said, “Let me say something first. I don’t have talent writing poems. I write fairy tales. Today I will tell a fable.” She began narrating. The story was about personification, making the moon into a person. It was quite beautiful.

One worked followed another.

One person followed another.

Everyone that entered the Writers’ a.s.sociation was not simple. They all showed their abilities.

The last person to appear was Big Thunder. His poems were always known for their magnificence. It was similar to his character. Hence, the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival had hindered his abilities slightly. He narrated a melody poem, but the effect was not as satisfactory as he had wished. It did not garner a lot of applause. However, as it had quite a lot of literary value, the melody poem managed to make people reflect a lot. Meng Dongguo and the other Teachers from the Writers’ a.s.sociation also gave him high praises after he came down.

“Big Thunder, it was a nice melody poem.”

“Do not care about the applause. It’s very good.”

“Their applause is lacking because they can’t understand it. They have not researched it deeply. If they listen to it several times, after some rumination, they will really find it memorable.”

Big Thunder said indifferently, “I also think it’s fine.”

About an hour after the poetry meet started, it was almost 1 P.M.

The host, Zhang Huo, took over the microphone, “Thank you for the interesting works from the Teachers of the Writers’ a.s.sociation. It was indeed an eye-opener today. Every work really made me wish to not miss a single word. I’m guessing that the listeners in front of the radio must have enjoyed the feast for the ears. What are you hesitating for? Quickly vote for your favorite work. The voting deadline is at 2 P.M. sharp. Just now, the notary has told us that it takes five minutes to verify the votes. Hence, our poetry meet still has one hour and five minutes left. What will we do for the rest of the time? Let us announce the rankings from the voting website. Everyone can have a listen to the submissions by the netizens at the same time, too.”

Female host, Sun Mengjie, held a tablet. There was no cellphone reception here, so most of the broadcast equipment was equipped with their own wireless signal. Hence, they could still use them. “Ah, let’s see. Ranked first is Teacher Meng Dongguo’s work. Let me announce the top ten.”

1st place: Meng Dongguo, 23,019 votes.

2nd place: Zheng Anbang, 12,553 votes.

3rd place: Dong Fei, 9,813 votes.

4th place: Little Red Mushroom, 9,681 votes.

And so on and so forth. The top ten were all people from the Writers’ a.s.sociation. Meng Dongguo was leading far ahead. Dong Fei was also a very famous modern poet in the Writers’ a.s.sociation. They all swept up the top spots. Even though Big Thunder’s poem was not well-received amongst the station’s staff, it had also obtained 10th place. Only at 11th place was there a netizen’s work.

The host read it out.

This piece of work called “Wind Breaking Through the Clouds” was not bad. But it was just not bad. There was always a difference between a professional and an amateur. One could tell just from the votes.

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