Kyoto.

Longguo Poetry Society.

"President, the secretary of President Wu Xianglin of the Ward Poetry Alliance just called me and said that in a week, President Wu will fly directly to Xiangjiang with several new generation poets from their Ward Poetry Alliance."

Li Wendi, secretary-general of the Poetry Society, said cautiously.

Mr. Zheng put down the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" in his hand, frowned slightly and said:

"Hey, a new generation of poets? It seems that Mr. Wu is fully prepared for this poetry exchange meeting!"

“Time flies so fast, and before I know it, another year has passed!”

After Mr. Zheng finished sighing, he looked at the cover of "The Condor Shooting", and the word "Wen Hao" caught his eye.

Then he murmured to himself:

"Old man Wu, no matter how many new generation poets you bring back, it's enough for me to have one 'Wen Hao'!"

"Li Wendi, please call Wen Hao for me. I want to talk to him!"

"Yes, President!"

Wendi Li responded quickly, then took out her cell phone and dialed Wen Hao's number.

At this time, Wen Hao had just returned home to Junlan Garden.

When he saw it was Wendi Li's call, he was a little surprised and quickly clicked the answer button.

"Secretary-General Li, hello, do you have anything to ask me about?"

"Hello, classmate Wen, it is our president who is looking for you!"

When Wen Hao heard this, he immediately became confused: Hey, Mr. Zheng is looking for me? I don’t know why?

At this time, Mr. Zheng’s angry voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Wen Hao, I am Mr. Zheng!"

Wen Hao said quickly:

"Hello, Mr. Zheng, how are you these days?"

"Haha, I'm in very good health, I can eat a lot, and I can kill a tiger if it comes."

Mr. Zheng said cheerfully.

"You are getting better and better than ever. I will come see you next time I go to Beijing!"

"Haha, if you want to see me, you don't have to go to Beijing, go to Xiangjiang instead?!"

"Ah!" Mr. Zheng's words immediately made Wen Hao confused!

What??Go to Xiangjiang??!!

Mr. Zheng laughed and said:

"A week later, there will be a poetry exchange meeting in Xiangjiang. I want you to attend on behalf of our Longguo Poetry Society!"

After hearing what Mr. Zheng said, Wen Hao immediately asked doubtfully:

"Mr. Zheng, I don't know what kind of exchange meeting this poetry exchange is!"

At this time, Mr. Zheng said seriously:

"Wenhao, have you heard of Ward Poetry League?"

"Well, I've heard that it seems to be a poetry art alliance formed by overseas Chinese poets and poetry lovers!"

"Well, it has been nearly 18 years since the creation of the Ward Poetry Alliance. In recent years, thanks to the support of some overseas media companies, it has become the largest overseas Chinese poetry alliance."

"The original purpose of the Ward Poetry League was to promote and develop Chinese poetry civilization and poetry cultural tradition, and to promote the revival and prosperity of Chinese poetry."

"But later, under the financial influence of overseas forces, it gradually changed its shape and slowly became an ancient and modern tool used by some overseas forces to suppress the poetry culture of the Dragon Kingdom."

Hearing this, Wen Hao could feel that Mr. Zheng's expression must be full of sadness and regret.

"This Xiangjiang Poetry Exchange Meeting is organized by the Ward Poetry Alliance."

"Such a poetry exchange meeting will be held alternately by our Longguo Poetry Society and Ward Poetry League every year."

"The original intention of holding this poetry exchange meeting was actually to promote poetry and cultural exchanges between the two organizations, but in the end, due to the interference of overseas forces, it gradually turned into a competition between the two organizations for ancient and modern poetry."

"Last year's poetry exchange meeting...we, the Longguo Poetry Society, unfortunately lost."

Speaking of this, Mr. Zheng's voice became a little low and lost.

"At that time, the overseas forces behind the Ward Alliance used their media channels to publicize the matter all over the world. It once severely affected the members of the Poetry Society, and it actually had a great impact on the cultural development of our Long Kingdom poetry.

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On the other end of the phone, Mr. Zheng took a sip of water and continued:

"Wen Hao, do you know why our Poetry Society has an annual internal poetry competition?"

"In fact, the purpose of this internal poetry competition is also to select outstanding poets to participate in the poetry exchange meeting."

"If we can come out on top in this exchange meeting, it will be equivalent to winning face for the poets of the Dragon Kingdom and showing the world the heritage of our poetry culture of the Dragon Kingdom."

"So Wen Hao, are you willing to participate in this poetry exchange meeting on behalf of our Longguo Poetry Society?!"

Mr. Zheng said a lot in one breath, and the last sentence was full of expectations.

After listening to this, Wen Hao finally understood the causes and consequences of the Xiangjiang Poetry Exchange Meeting.

For a moment, Wen Hao's thoughts were swirling.

Regarding this exchange meeting, he felt that he really had to go.

First, this was an invitation from Mr. Zheng himself. Mr. Zheng was kind to him, and he should not refuse it either emotionally or rationally.

Secondly, this is a patriotic matter. As a member of the Dragon Kingdom, he should carry the honor and disgrace of the country on his shoulders and do his best to maintain the image of the Dragon Kingdom.

Besides, I also have many classic poems from the original world in my mind.

I'm afraid of a hammer!

And once you create a patriotic-themed work, you can also receive system rewards.

This is simply a multi-purpose thing.

Go, you must go!

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Zheng felt that it was not good to push too hard at this time. After all, Wen Hao was also well-known in the Dragon Kingdom.

In a few days, it is very likely that he will grow into an existence that he will also look up to.

So he quickly said:

"Wen Hao, you don't have to answer me immediately about this, you can think about it carefully!"

At this time, Wen Hao said firmly:

"Mr. Zheng, I'm going to attend this poetry exchange meeting!"

"Ah...really...really?"

Wen Hao's words made Mr. Zheng extremely happy for a moment.

"Well, no matter what I do, I always think that as long as my energy allows, I will first serve my motherland."

As soon as these words were spoken, a systematic voice came from Wen Hao's mind:

[Ding~ The host created a patriotic quote "No matter what I do, I always think about it. As long as my energy allows, I will first serve my motherland"! Congratulations on receiving a cash reward of 200,000 yuan. The system has passed legal channels

Transfer to host bank account, please check.】

Ha?! I didn’t expect that I accidentally said a patriotic quote.

And Wen Hao's words were simply deafening to Mr. Zheng.

He repeatedly chewed Wen Hao's words: "No matter what I do, I always think that as long as my energy allows, I will first serve my motherland."

This is such a high level of patriotic awareness!!
Chapter completed!