A black casual suit, paired with a handsome and slightly serious face, with a firm and bold look, and walking calmly and powerfully.

At this time, Wu Xiaotian gave people a sense of momentum that even if there were thousands of people, I would go there.

"Big Beck."

"Oh, Mr. Wu."

"Dad, come on!"

"Xiaotian, what are you doing?"

The knowing Wu Xiaotianren behind them shouted one after another, and they didn't know what Wu Xiaotian was going to do.

In front of the table, Liu Huilan, as the vice president of the Artists Association, has always been with Zhang Guoming. So, she is standing with Zhang Guoming now, and she also saw Wu Xiaotian coming over, and she was a little confused.

When Wu Xiaotian got closer and closer, he was heading straight for Zhang Guoming.

Liu Huilan's heart tightened, and she thought of a possibility.

Wu Xiaotian won’t see the humiliation of Chinese culture, and he won’t be coming up to make trouble again.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly stepped forward, stood in front of her, looked at Wu Xiaotian and asked, "Xiaotian, what are you doing here?"

When Wu Xiaotian saw Liu Huilan's nervous expression, he knew that she must have misunderstood. He felt a little amused. It seemed that his impression of causing trouble everywhere was deeply rooted in her mind.

"Teacher Liu, you misunderstood." Wu Xiaotian explained with a smile: "I came up for nothing, just to write poetry."

"Writing poetry?" Liu Huilan was a little confused when she heard this, but she quickly realized that she said to Wu Xiaotian: "There are so many famous artists on the scene, some of whom are good at writing lyrics and some are good at writing poetry. Now you don't need to make a move, hurry up."

Liu Huilan looked at Wu Xiaotian with a headache.

She knew that Wu Xiaotian was stimulated by these Koreans.

In fact, she is also very annoyed by these Koreans now.

The party was held and so many people were invited to repay the popularity of the artists in Xingbei City when they went to Korea last year, but the scene at that time was far less grand than today.

However, Xingbei Artists Association did not expect that they would do their best to get such a result.

A welcome banquet was a real mess by them, which not only humiliated the artists in Xingbei City, but also took this opportunity to belittle the entire Chinese culture.

If this matter is not handled well, if it is spread, the news media will definitely report it extensively, and then take the opportunity to crack down on Xingbei Artists Association and even the entire Artists Association.

She also knew that Wu Xiaotian had two tricks in ancient poetry and prose, which can be seen from his previous writing poems to satirize Huanglong Jade.

However, with the careful preparation of the Koreans, Liu Huilan did not think that Wu Xiaotian had the ability to turn the tables.

Wu Xiaotian is a good seedling. If he suffers setbacks on this, even if the enemy's strength is very strong.

However, no matter what, he will definitely be criticized by the media, and may not be able to bear it and will never recover from it.

This is not what Liu Huilan wants to see.

So, before the Koreans reacted, she hurriedly asked Wu Xiaotian to go down.

But at this time, Li Xianji had already understood.

He said, "It turns out that this little brother came to write poetry, and we warmly welcome him. Although this little brother is not old, there is an old saying in China, "Heroes are young." I believe this gentleman will definitely bring us different surprises. Then this little brother has a noble surname."

Wu Xiaotian replied: "My name is Wu Xiaotian. Please remember my name, which may be unforgettable to you forever."

After saying that, he paused and said loudly: "We have different races, different countries, different sources, and even more, we are different in Taoism and do not plan for each other; so, what are you, and you deserve to be brothers and brothers to me?"

Wu Xiaotian said this sentence a bit quickly, but Li Xianji didn't understand it.

At this time, a translator next to him came out and translated what Wu Xiaotian said into Chinese.

"Xi Ba..." After listening to it, Li Xianji's face changed and his mouth quickly spoke Korean.

The translator looked at Li Xianji and Wu Xiaotian again. He was a little embarrassed. He thought for a while and said embarrassedly: "Captain Li said he was a little doubtful if you came up to delay time so that your people could discuss together to make the second half of these poems. He said this approach was too shameless."

Wu Xiaotian heard Li Xianji's Korean speech just now and said a lot, far more than just a few words.

He knew that there must be a lot of swear words in it, which were automatically ignored by translation.

Wu Xiaotian said, "Oh, is that so? Do you doubt it?"

Basic Chinese, and not speaking too fast, not talking a lot at once, Li Xianji could understand it. He nodded and said, "Yes, I'm very suspicious."

"Haha, you Koreans just like to be suspicious." Wu Xiaotian nodded, took out a bank card, and said calmly: "Okay, let's make a bet. I have 1 million Chinese coins on this card. I use this as a bet to bet that I can write the second half of these poems."

As soon as Wu Xiaotian said this, the following suddenly became lively.

"Wow, this is a gamble of 1 million, a big deal."

"Yes, I didn't expect that this little brother would have such courage at such a young age."

"It's so nervous and exciting. I really hope this little brother can win, but I feel hope is slim."

When Liu Huilan heard her face changed, she hurriedly said, "Xiaotian, what are you doing? This is not your place to go, so put it away quickly."

The translator was also a little surprised. He was afraid that Li Xianji's Chinese language would be bad, so he could hear some errors, so he re-translated it for Li Xianji to listen to.

When Li Xianji heard this, he looked at the bank card in Wu Xiaotian's hand, his eyes flashed a little. He pondered for a while before saying, "How could I know there is 1 million in it?"

Wu Xiaotian smiled. The 1 million yuan in his bank card was the royalties that Hu Yidao made two days ago, so he was certain that he was sure of it.

So he said, "Who do you think will lie in front of so many people?"

A trace of greed flashed across Li Xianji's eyes, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll bet with you."

Wu Xiaotian shook his head, smiled, and continued, "No, this is too unfair. We bet, I will use 1 million to bet, and you will not give anything. Isn't this kind of approach to make a fortune? You are too calculating."

The translation translated this sentence into Korean.

Lee Xianji's eyes were circling and he said, "Then what do you want? I'm not in South Korea now and I don't have 1 million."

Wu Xiaotian waved his hand and said, "I don't want your 1 million, and for fairness, I convince you of your loss. After I solved your problem, I also published a poem. If you answered it, 1 million will be yours. If you can't answer it, I have only one requirement. That is, I apologize to all the Chinese people present and say that your Korean culture is not as good as Chinese culture."
Chapter completed!