"Oh? What's the trouble?" Yan Zhengsong hurriedly asked.

"That's right. Among those contestants now, one of the contestants' works is a bit emerging. I'm afraid it will affect your family's Yueke winning awards in the future..."

Yan Zhengsong was immediately dissatisfied, "Lao Zeng, we are all in the same circle, so don't play official accent with me. There are no actual standards for this kind of competition. Don't you let anyone win the prize if you want it!"

Zeng Lei smiled, "That's the case, but in terms of face, you have to be able to live up to your advantage..."

Yan Zhengsong frowned.

The meaning of Zeng Lei’s words is already very obvious. The difference between his daughter’s works and that person’s works is a bit too big!

Yan Zhengsong immediately thought of something and asked tentatively: "Lao Zeng, is the work you are talking about? Could it be that "Lonely Shadow"?"

Zeng Lei was a little surprised and smiled bitterly: "It's worthy of being Lao Yan, and his vision is indeed unique. You are right, it's this "Lonely Shadow", the author is Pan Chunmei."

"To be honest, the people in our judges unanimously believe that this work has the highest level!"

"But don't worry, since I have promised you before, no matter how excellent this work is, it can only be under the "Jade Back" of your daughter, at most a first prize will be given to her!"

"No! Absolutely not!" As soon as Zeng Lei finished speaking, Yan Zhengsong stopped shouting.

Then he said angrily: "That "Lonely Shadow" must not give her any award! Not only can it not give her the award, I also want to kick her out!"

"What?" Zeng Lei was stunned, "Old Yan, why are you so disgusted with this work? Why, do you have a grudge against that Pan Chunmei?"

Yan Zhengsong did not deny it, and nodded simply and said, "That's right, I do have a grudge with her!"

Then, Yan Zhengsong added fuel to the words his daughter had said to him and said it again.

After listening to Yan Zhengsong's story, Zeng Lei was also a little stunned.

He just guessed casually, but he didn't expect that he would guess correctly.

For a moment, Zeng Lei was also in a difficult situation, "Old Yan, it's not that I don't want to help you. The key is that the quality of this work is strong enough, and they have entered the finals now."

"You said you wouldn't give me an award now and would kick me out. This... is unreasonable..."

Yan Zhengsong snorted lightly and said disdainfully: "What's the difficulty? You don't know about our entire circle."

"It is not easy to achieve one person, but to destroy one person, it is as simple as drinking water..."

Zeng Lei suddenly realized something, "Old Yan, what do you mean..."

"Okay, it's not convenient to say these on the phone." Yan Zhengsong changed the subject and continued: "Let's do it this way, I'll be in the evening. Let's go to the Dalang Taosha Bath Center and chat while playing!"

"Are you going to wash away the sand?" Zeng Lei showed a playful smile on his lips, but he said seriously: "I heard that it seems that it is not formal there. We are also artwork at all. Isn't it good to go to that kind of place..."

"Cao, don't pretend to me!" Yan Zhengsong laughed and scolded, "I don't know you yet. I've kept several female apprentices, right? Why are you pretending to be serious with me?"

"Dalang Taosha must go with me. Tonight, all the ladies are called 'art', do whatever they want! Hahaha..."

Zeng Lei was also laughed out loud by Yan Zhengsong's joke, and then talked to Yan Zhengsong about the ocean horse he found in the sand of the waves last time. The two of them had a lot of fun.

This is the world. In the eyes of ordinary people, these so-called authority can be obtained by chatting and playing with each other, and you will also set your destiny!

The next morning, the Rising Star Cup final officially began.

Among the fifty shortlists, only thirty people entered the finals.

In order to show the regularity of the competition and increase the viewability of the competition, the New Star Cup final was held in the auditorium of the Art Building. It is not only open to the public and allows ordinary people to watch, but also invited some leaders in charge of literary and artistic areas in Jiangnan to come to watch the ceremony.

There were two or three thousand people sitting in the entire auditorium, which was very lively.

The entire competition adopts a on-site scoring model, with five judges scoring thirty works in sequence, and finally ranking and awards based on the scores.

It is worth mentioning that all works have been scored in advance online, and the order of appearance is arranged by the level of online scores.

In other words, if the scores on the Internet are the highest, the order of appearance will be lower.

Of course, this is just a means taken by the organizing committee to increase the interaction between netizens and the competition to promote it.

The final score is naturally comprehensively evaluated by five professional judges on the stage.

"Silly Dong, why do I feel so nervous? The judges on the stage are all big shots in the art circle, and their eyes must be more tricky. Do you think they can appreciate my works?"

Off the audience, Pan Chunmei was so nervous that she was a little at a loss. She held Chen Dong's hand and sweated in her palms.

This was the first time she participated in such a big scene, and it was inevitable that she was timid.

Chen Dong comforted, "Chunmei, you have come to this point, what else is there to be nervous about? Anyway, even if you don't do anything now, you can at least win a third prize and go back. No matter how you make a profit, are you right?"

Pan Chunmei suddenly realized, "You are right, I have enough money anyway, whatever you want! Hahaha..."

That's it, but when Pan Chunmei thought of letting his works accept public comments later, she felt like an ugly daughter-in-law wanted to meet her parents-in-law, and she couldn't help feeling guilty.

Seeing Pan Chunmei's face turned pale, Chen Dong smiled bitterly, and then passed the true energy in her body into Pan Chunmei's palm through her palm.

Under the soothing of these true qi, Pan Chunmei's nervous mood finally calmed down slightly.

At this time, Yan Zhengsong and Yan Yueke were already seated in the seat not far from Chen Dong and Pan Chunmei.

"Dad, look at how happy those two rural guys are laughing!"

"Didn't you say you want to avenge me? When will you avenge me?"

Looking at Chen Dong and Pan Chunmei who were talking and laughing not far away, Yan Yueke was so angry that he came together.

Yan Zhengsong snorted coldly: "Don't worry, I have arranged everything."

"Today, my dad not only lets you win the special prize, but also makes that village woman never gain a foothold in the art circle in the future!"

After hearing Yan Zhengsong's promise, Yan Yueke was immediately delighted and looked at Pan Chunmei and Chen Dong with a hint of sinisterness.
Chapter completed!