"The intern artist has been promoted to one-star artist speed? Lose to me?" Wu Xiaotian looked at the young man in front of him with a confused look on his face.

This person is Qin Feng?

But in Wu Xiaotian's memory, he probably didn't know this person, and he said that he lost to him? When did they compete?

However, he likes Qin Feng's character quite well, and he does not give any face to Chen Sheng, the vice president of the Artists Association branch.

So he looked at Qin Feng again and asked, "What does it mean?"

"Not interesting? I will definitely beat you in this artist competition." Qin Feng said coolly without giving too much explanation.

"This?" Wu Xiaotian was confused.

"Sorry, sorry." The middle-aged man who had just grabbed Chen Sheng came over. He stood between Wu Xiaotian and Qin Feng and said apologetically: "This child is still a student, so don't be as knowledgeable as him."

The bald middle-aged man wiped his sweat and continued, "Let's go, this press conference is about to begin, let's enter!"

"What? Don't you believe it? Why don't we bet?" Qin Feng ignored the bald middle-aged man's words, looked at Wu Xiaotian, and continued.

Although Wu Xiaotian didn't understand where he had a festive relationship with Qin Feng, he also heard that Qin Feng was challenging him.

He smiled slightly and shrugged his shoulders, "I really have no interest."

Qin Feng looked at him: "What? He gave up?"

"No interest, no first in literature, no second in martial arts. Chinese culture has a long history and profoundness, and no one can guarantee that their works are the best. Only when we continue to promote innovation can we have better works and better contribute to Chinese culture." Wu Xiaotian said.

"Okay, no first in literature, no second in martial arts."

At this time, a voice came from the door, followed by a burst of rapid footsteps.

"President Xie!"

"Hello, President Xie."

When the people inside the house saw the people talking at the door, they greeted each other.

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

The man who came in was about forty years old with glasses, with short hair and a wise face, giving people a very knowledgeable feeling. When he saw everyone greeting him, he replied politely.

He walked without stopping until he reached Wu Xiaotian's side before he stopped.

He looked at Wu Xiaotian, patted his shoulder hard, and said with a smile: "You are Wu Xiaotian, Xiao Wu, what you just said is right, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. We don't have to be obsessed with winning or losing. Even if you may not win or lose in this artist competition, you must not be discouraged or slackened. You must know that you are already very outstanding now, and they are all like the rising sun, and there are great things to come out in the future. The future belongs to you, and you are the hope of the future of Chinese culture."

"Thank you, President for your praise." Wu Xiaotian said hurriedly and modestly. He just heard that others called him President Xie, so he also started calling him.

"Haha..." President Xie seemed very happy. He smiled at Wu Xiaotian, then turned to Qin Feng and said, "Your name is Qin Feng. I have read your poems, which are very good."

"Thank you!" Qin Feng rarely squeezed out a smile and said lightly.

"Okay, the press conference is about to begin. As the representative of the press conference, prepare quickly, and as the audience, you can also go to the scene." President Xie nodded to Qin Feng, then looked around and said to the people around him.

After he finished speaking, he said goodbye first, then hurried out, and the noise in the room resumed.

Chen Sheng walked to Wu Xiaotian and Qin Feng with a sinister face, and looked at them coldly. It was these two juniors who made him unable to get off the stage tonight, which was very embarrassing.

"Silly, silly!" Wu Xiaotian didn't say anything, but Qin Feng looked at Chen Sheng and cursed without hesitation.

"You..." Chen Sheng was furious.

"Sorry, sorry!"

The bald man crawled into the middle of the three people again and pulled Qin Feng away in embarrassment. Liu Huilan also walked to Wu Xiaotian at this time, and dragged Wu Xiaotian away as he did in a similar manner to prevent them from having another conflict.

When the others saw that there was no good show, they also dispersed.

Soon, the press conference began.

The spokesperson for the press conference was President Xie, who had just appeared in the room. At this time, Wu Xiaotian had already learned some information from Liu Huilan. President Xie's name was Xie Le, who was the vice president of the Artists Association. He was quite upright and was also familiar with Liu Huilan.

"President Liu, I would like to ask why the Artists Association has made major adjustments this year to broadcast the Artists Competition in the form of live broadcast. Is it because the Internet criticism of the Artists Association for the artist hierarchy on the Internet a while ago that put a great pressure on the One-person Association, so this was a last resort. President Xie, can you just talk about your views?"

A young female reporter stood up, held the microphone and asked this extremely sharp question.

As soon as this question came out, all the reporters below were excited and sat up straight, widened their eyes, waiting for Xie Le's answer.

Xie Le smiled slightly, adjusted the microphone, and said with a smile: "The purpose of our Artists Association is to promote the development of Chinese culture and to promote the development of artists. This will never change. As for the live broadcast of this competition, this is the dream of our association headquarters."

Xie Le's words were very clever. He did not directly answer the reporter's most sensitive questions, but instead wisely avoided them.

However, although the female reporter was young, she was a veteran. She was very dissatisfied with Xie Le's answer and immediately stood up and wanted to continue asking questions. At this time, a staff member immediately shouted loudly: "Next, please invite the reporter from Literature Weekly."

"I would like to ask, can President Xie talk about this artist competition in detail? You know, before that, the so-called artist competition artist association headquarters were working behind closed doors, and the outside world knew nothing about it. This time, so far, we have no idea about anything except this name."

This "Literary and Art Weekly" obviously has a tacit understanding with the Artists Association. After they were called, they ignored the protests of the female colleague and immediately asked loudly.

Talk about the artist competition?

When Wu Xiaotian heard this question, he immediately raised his ears and listened attentively.

Not only Wu Xiaotian, but others present also cheered up and listened carefully, while the female reporter's protest just now was instantly forgotten.

"Haha, this reporter asked very well, and I was about to talk about this issue." Xie Le nodded and said with a smile: "In this competition, in order to respond to the call of the country, our association vigorously promotes Chinese culture. Therefore, the content of our competition is mainly related to Chinese culture. We have also absorbed the experience and lessons of the Chinese Literature Grand Prix. We will arrange a voting session on site and on the Internet to allow all contestants to be treated fairly..."

Wu Xiaotian also felt excited when he heard what Xie Le talked about.

This competition is related to Chinese culture. Then, literary people naturally cannot do without poetry, songs, etc. As for which one is specific, it is still unclear.

However, when he heard this, he felt confident.

He is not afraid of poetry and songs at all!

At this time, the press conference was still in progress. The reporters fully utilized their perseverance, broke the spirit of asking the whole thing, and bombarded Xie Le. The vice president of the artist association has also been tested for a long time and he answered without any loss.
Chapter completed!