"Mr. Qin!"

Qin Dewen was practicing calligraphy when the excited assistant rushed into the study with a tablet.

"What's so exciting?"

Qin Dewen looked calm and kept swaying the brush on the rice paper.

"The author of "Zhu Xian" responded to Tang Yun's challenge on Weibo and wrote a poem." The assistant, who was nearly forty years old, was still excited and said with a slightly trembling voice.

"Oh? What's your name?" Qin Dewen said softly.

He had read the "Big Stone" poem by the mysterious author, and he laughed. However, since he could write a sentence like "The saint is unkind and treats the common people as stupid dogs", he would not believe it if the other party could not write poetry at all.

The assistant did not speak, but solemnly handed the tablet to Qin Dewen with both hands.

Qin Dewen calmly put down the brush in his hand, put on his reading glasses, and took the tablet without thinking about it.

This assistant is also one of his disciples, but his cultivation is still not enough. He was so excited after just one poem.

Qin Dewen has seen countless poems, and he has written quite a few himself. Having been immersed in this art for decades, he does not think that any other author can write poetry that astounds him.

""Xia Ke Xing"?" Qin Dewen read the title of the poem softly.

"Zhao Ke is wearing tassels, and Wu is covered with frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star."

After reading the first two sentences, Qin Dewen's expression became serious.

"Kill a person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When it's done, brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name."

After reading this, Qin Dewen's voice was already trembling a little.

"I was leisurely passing through the Xinling Mausoleum to drink. I took off my sword and stood in front of my knees. I was about to eat Zhu Hai, and I held my wine glass to persuade the marquis to win."

"Three cups of Turanuo will make the Five Mountains lighter. After the eyes are dizzy and the ears are hot, the spirit and energy will be restored."

"Waving the golden mallet to save Zhao, Handan was shocked first. The two heroes of Qianqiu made Daliang City famous."

"Even if the bones of a dead hero are fragrant, I will not be ashamed of the world's heroes. Who can write your Excellency, the White-headed Taixuan Sutra?"

After reading the rest of the poem in one breath, Qin Dewen's face turned red and he stared at the poem on the screen in his hand.

"Okay! What a "Xia Ke Xing"! This is how you become a knight!" Suddenly, Qin Dewen slammed the table and shouted.

After a long time, his mood calmed down a little. Qin Dewen thought for a moment and dialed his old friend's phone number directly.

"Old Liu! Who is the author of "Zhu Xian" you are talking about?!"

"This man has great talent! Can you check it out? I want to meet... No, I want to pay my respects to this man."

"What, you don't even know?! What happened... Go to that Weibo and read it yourself!"

In Huahai City, Liu Minkang put down the phone in his office and looked confused. He didn't know why his long-time friend was so excited.

It seems to be because of the author of "Zhu Xian"?

Liu Minkang opened Weibo, which he had just learned to use, and was shocked when he saw the poem that had reached the top of the search list...

At the same time, the poem "Xia Ke Xing" swept the entire cultural circle with a violent storm...

At this time, the scolding battle between Tang Long and Ye Zhiqiu was no longer important, and no one cared about how Tang Long felt now.

To put it simply, since the poem "Xia Ke Xing" came out, no one would think that the two are on the same level.

"Zhu Xian" book review area.

"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace behind in a thousand miles! Kneel down, I really knelt down this time."

"It's not that the author doesn't know how to write poetry, it's because he doesn't bother to write poetry!"

"The first shot is a sure kill!"

"My mother asked me why I was kneeling and looking at my phone."

"My dear author, I apologize for wanting to send you a razor blade."

“Queue up to give the author a big apology 10086.”

“Reader ‘Master Wang’ rewarded this book with 100,000 orange coins and said: Awesome!”

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu had already hidden his merit and fame. As for whether Tang Long would fulfill his promise, he didn't care.

In a rather high-end private cafe outside the school, Ye Zhiqiu opened the door and walked in.

Looking left and right, he quickly spotted a slim figure wearing a peaked cap and walked towards the table.

"Sorry for the long wait." Ye Zhiqiu walked closer.

"We arrived early, Zhiqiu, please take a seat. It doesn't matter if I call you this."

Today, Song Mei is wearing a casual suit that you can tell is valuable at a glance. She is capable and shows off the charm of a mature woman.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded indifferently and sat down opposite Yu Caiwei.

Today, Yu Caiwei sent him a WeChat message to invite him out, saying that they were discussing cooperation, so she also brought along her manager Song Mei.

After the graduation party, I wonder if she learned that Ye Zhiqiu was also a fan of "Zhu Xian". Yu Caiwei sent WeChat messages to Ye Zhiqiu from time to time to discuss the plot, and the two became more and more familiar with each other.

"Zhiqiu, what do you want to drink?"

Song Mei greeted warmly without mentioning the purpose of today.

Ye Zhiqiu was too lazy to delve into the flavors behind each string of English letters on the menu, so he ordered something casually and looked at Yu Caiwei with doubtful eyes.

"How many times have you had coffee?" Yu Caiwei suddenly asked.

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment and then realized what he was doing.

Yu Caiwei was referring to what she said at the graduation party, "It took me 18 years to sit down and drink coffee with you." Unexpectedly, she still remembered it.

Ye Zhiqiu chuckled and said truthfully: "The second time, I actually prefer carbonated drinks."

Yu Caiwei nodded thoughtfully, and Ye Zhiqiu asked directly: "Tell me, what can I do to cooperate with the big singer."

Yu Caiwei didn't waste any time and said, "I'm going to release my first album, and I want to buy the copyright of your song "Goodbye" or authorize the use of it."

"You decide the price. As long as it's not outrageous, it'll be fine."

Yu Caiwei was straightforward and neat, but how could she negotiate like this? She laid out all her conditions at once.

Manager Song Mei looked at Yu Caiwei helplessly.

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Which song?"

Song Mei replied: "The song "Goodbye" at the graduation party, I wonder if Zhiqiu is willing to give up her love."

"That song...isn't suitable for girls to sing?" Ye Zhiqiu looked confused.

"The original version is not suitable, but Weiwei's singing skills are very good, so I can adapt to it."

Song Mei explained, "Weiwei's new album is themed 'Youth', and there is still one song missing. I've been looking around but I haven't been particularly satisfied with it. It would actually be very suitable if you adapted this song 'Goodbye'."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded slightly. If it was a theme of "youth", "Goodbye" would indeed fit it very well.

"For personal reasons, the copyright will not be transferred, but the right to use it is no problem."

Unexpectedly, Ye Zhiqiu answered so simply, and Song Mei looked happy. In fact, she had been prepared in her heart, and it was enough to get the right to use it.

Ye Zhiqiu asked curiously: "How much are you going to spend on it?"

Ye Zhiqiu really doesn't know much about the market. In his past life, he heard that an average song was worth tens of thousands of yuan, but he doesn't know what it is like now.
Chapter completed!