Chapter 539: Taking Dreams as Horses (Part 2)

"Miss Luo Quan can also write poems?"

"What kind of talk is this? Is there anything she can't do?"

"That's true. Look at the way she holds the brush, it's quite decent."

"I'm from the Calligraphy Club. I think Miss Luo Quan's posture of holding the brush alone is enough to kill many club members."

"Basic operation, don't be surprised."

The boys in the audience were whispering to each other, while Miss Luo Quan on the stage was holding a brush and started writing.

Yan Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy style is bold and vigorous, with a majestic momentum. In a sense, this is quite close to the spirit of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, or Yan Yan Zhenqing's handwriting is like Li Luo Taibai's poetry, which is one of the embodiments of the prosperous Tang atmosphere.

And this is one of the reasons why Miss Luo Quan decided to use this font.

Borrowing a famous quote from *Let the Bullets Fly*, it is: at this moment, it is exactly the same as that moment.

After all, the prosperous atmosphere of China at this time is not inferior to the prosperous Tang Dynasty at all.

Lifting the brush and dropping the ink, Miss Luo Quan moved the brush like a dragon and snake on the white paper. Even laymen who are completely uninitiated in calligraphy can see how vigorous the characters she wrote are, full of the beauty of culture and rules unique to China.

"*Taking Dreams as Horses*"

The audience in the audience soon recognized the name of the poem Miss Luo Quan wrote. It looked like a modern poem. Everyone thought that Miss Luo Quan used such a decent four treasures of the study to write some quatrains or regulated verses.

However, not many modern people write ancient poems well, and it always makes people feel a bit discordant in terms of viewing.

Miss Luo Quan was writing furiously on the stage, and the speed was very fast. Crystal sweat beads gradually gathered on the tip of her nose.

Speaking of which, she hasn't written so many characters for a long time. Usually, she just signs a name on a contract. In the past, places that needed writing were basically replaced by mobile phone typing.

Compared with ballpoint pens, brushes are indeed much more laborious.

After writing a poem, Miss Luo Quan put down the brush and rubbed her sore wrists and arms: "The poem is finished. Is there any volunteer willing to come up and read it to everyone?"

"Me, me, me!"

"Let me come!"

"I'm from the Classic Recitation Club, I'm good at this!"

"I've participated in competitions, I'm a professional!"

As soon as Miss Luo Quan finished speaking, the voices of volunteers were heard one after another in the audience.

Miss Luo Quan looked over, thinking that it would be great if these were all here to apply for jobs.

"Just you, classmate." Miss Luo Quan randomly picked a burly boy who looked like he had a loud voice.

To read this poem, a small voice won't work.

The boy who was called had uncontrollable excitement on his face. Under the envious eyes of everyone, he ran up in one breath.

As a fan, this was his first time being so close to Miss Luo Quan, so close that he could smell a fresh fragrance like lemon with every breath. This feeling of happiness made him a bit dizzy.

Breathing heavily, he swapped positions with Miss Luo Quan, and the boy adjusted his mood and began to focus on the poem in front of him.

"*Taking Dreams as Horses*

I want to be the loyal son of the distance

And a short-term lover of matter

Like all singers who take dreams as horses

I have to walk on the same road as martyrs and clowns

...................... (The poem is relatively long, so it won't be fully typed here, only the beginning and the end are placed to avoid everyone complaining. The complete version will be posted in the chapter comments)

The sun is my name

The sun is my life

The top of the sun mountain buries the corpse of music--the millennium kingdom and me

Riding a five-thousand-year phoenix and a dragon named 'Horse'--I will surely fail

But music itself will surely win with the sun!"

The impassioned recitation ended, and tears could be faintly seen flickering in the boy's eyes, obviously he had already moved true feelings.

Faced with such a poem that was painstakingly written and revealed true feelings, it is hard not to resonate with it.

The original author's creation was from the poet's own perspective, while Miss Luo Quan modified some places here, replacing the main perspective with a singer, and the object of praise was also changed to music.

"Good!"

Enthusiastic cheers and applause sounded. Not only the students, but also several teachers who came to watch the excitement halfway also applauded hard. Among them, there were many professors who taught Chinese.

Director Huang didn't know when he arrived at the conference room. He held a bright red seal in his hand and solemnly stamped it on the bottom of the poem, leaving the four words "Tsinghua University".

Miss Luo Quan didn't have this thing, just took the pen and wrote her name on it.

"Worthy of being a talented woman, such a masterpiece as soon as she makes a move." Director Huang looked at Miss Luo Quan, and the compliments were endless.

Just now in the audience, he asked Professor Ren of the School of Chinese Studies for advice, asking how this calligraphy was written.

Professor Ren himself has also been immersed in this way for many years. The calligraphy and paintings he writes can be auctioned for hundreds of thousands of yuan in the market, which can definitely be regarded as an authoritative person.

And Professor Ren used one sentence to make Director Huang dumbfounded: "This little girl is not old, but this regular script has already obtained the 'three flavors'. Even Yan Yan Zhenqing would definitely not write better than her at her age!"

The same words have different effects when they come out of different people's mouths.

If this praise came from some unemployed vagrant on the street, people would inevitably laugh it off and just treat it as him talking big.

But now these words were said by an authoritative big shot in the industry, and the weight behind this was quite sufficient.

In fact, what Professor Ren studied most was Yan Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, and he knew the calligraphy characteristics of his various age stages like the back of his hand.

After seeing Miss Luo Quan's handwriting, for a moment, he suspected that he had seen Yan Yan Zhenqing's authentic work.

It was truly too similar; these horizontal strokes, vertical strokes, hooks, dots, and turns looked as if they had been poured out of a mold!

Although it is still a bit short of the calligraphy of Yan Yan Zhenqing, who has reached the peak in his later years, the charm of Yan's style has definitely been mastered. Given time, she will be one of the top calligraphy masters in the new century!

"It's a pity that such a student is not a student of Tsinghua." After Professor Ren finished evaluating, he heard that Miss Luo Quan was studying at the University of Tokyo, and sighed with regret.

"Director Huang, you are over-praising. In fact, this is just something I practice blindly when I have nothing to do. It's good if you don't dislike it." Miss Luo Quan was as humble as ever.

But whether it was teachers or students, they were all cheering for her sincerely.

This is definitely the most excellent literary and artistic work obtained by Tsinghua University in recent years. Whether from the value of calligraphy or the value of poetry, it can be called a rare and excellent work.

Compared with the small recruitment fair Tsinghua held for Miss Luo Quan, what Miss Luo Quan sent was a real big gift.

After accepting Director Huang's thanks again, the speech session of the recruitment fair officially ended.

After the meeting, Miss Luo Quan didn't leave immediately, but waited for students interested in the company to come to her to understand the situation.

However, most of the more than one hundred boys in the conference room turned and left directly. A few hesitated whether to come up to ask for autographs and photos, and only four came up to express their intention to go to the company to take a look.

Although there were fewer people, Miss Luo Quan is now thirsty for talents. It is a good thing that someone comes. She immediately exchanged contact information and prepared to arrange for Li Jiang to take them to the company to take a look in a few days.

Except for these four people, no other students came to talk to her about work. When it was noon, Miss Luo Quan packed her things and ate a bowl of small noodles at Tsinghua.

While eating and brushing her phone, the words "Miss Luo Quan Tsinghua Recruitment" had already appeared on the Weibo hot search.

Clicking in to see, it turned out to be posted by Tsinghua's own Weibo official account. There were screenshots of her giving a PPT, and photos of her writing poems later.

There were hundreds of comments, most of them curious about what was going on. Miss Luo Quan took advantage of the fact that there were not many people, and posted an advertisement in the comment section:

"The new project is under development, and a large number of computer talents are urgently needed. The company's treatment is generous, and there is no overtime in most cases. I hope those who are interested will actively sign up for recruitment. This recruitment is not only aimed at Tsinghua students, but other undergraduate graduates are also within the scope of recruitment."

In addition to comments, she also forwarded it on Weibo again.

Now that the main person came out, it directly rushed to the third place in the hot search, and the attention instantly increased by more than ten times.

This is the influence of stars in the traffic era. Just one comment and one forwarding immediately gained millions of attention.

And under such a traffic effect, Li Jiang's mailbox received three hundred job application emails in just half an hour.

At the same time, related hot questions also appeared on Some Zhihu:

"How to evaluate the recruitment fair Miss Luo Quan held at Tsinghua and the poem she wrote after the recruitment fair?"

Workplace-related questions have always been one of the questions that Some Zhihu users love. The nicknames of the users who answered the questions often have words like 'Human Resources Management of a certain company' hanging in front of them.

"This should actually be two questions, but since they are merged, let's answer them together."

"First of all, this recruitment is a failure, and it is also a success."

"The failure point is that the content Miss Luo Quan prepared is too simple, and there are almost no highlights that can attract graduates of Tsinghua's level. The only thing worth mentioning is Unreal Engine and the so-called high salary."

"I don't know how high the high salary is, but for Tsinghua students, high salary is the most basic requirement, so in my opinion, this recruitment is a failure."

"But on the other hand, it is quite successful."

"Miss Luo Quan knows that her company has no attraction for Tsinghua students, but she knows how to use her and Tsinghua's fame to hold a recruitment show for computer talents across the country."

"It is very obvious that this show was successful. Weibo, Some Zhihu, and Bilibili all hit the hot search. I believe she has already received quite a few job application emails in her mailbox at this time."

"China lacks everything, but it doesn't lack workers. As long as the treatment is good, you can always find suitable employees."

"As for the poem she wrote later, I am ignorant and don't know how to evaluate it. In short, it is poetic and enthusiastic, and the handwriting is also very beautiful. That's about it."

"The old brother above explained the first half very thoroughly, and the second half will be up to me."

"Mainly talk about this poem. In it, Miss Luo Quan, in the capacity of a singer, praises the greatness of music, and also indicates that she will pour all her efforts into the cause of music."

"Chinese music is indeed in a mess now. Endless plagiarism, sinicization, repeatedly used melodies, and increasingly pretentious lyrics seem to have fallen into a vicious circle and cannot extricate themselves."

"Fortunately, Miss Luo Quan is the only hope that we fans can see in the abyss of despair, and it is also an existence like a guiding light for other musicians in the industry."

"From debut to now, she has contributed countless classic music, and also brought quite a lot of excellent music production concepts to the industry. I don't think it is an exaggeration to say that those who learn from her will live."

"She said one thing very well: as long as it is music that the people like, it is good music. I think this is what many musicians need to implement now."

"Neither blindly being 'high-brow' nor blindly being 'low-brow' is advisable."

"In short, the poem is written very well, like a war book, stirring and heroic. It is a quite excellent work in the modern poetry of the new century."

"Tsinghua and Peking University should not have peers who can reach this level yet!"

Besides these relatively serious answers, there are also some answers with a very strange style, such as this one:

"Does no one talk about the level of this calligraphy? If this is auctioned, a starting price of less than 30 million RMB is an insult to this calligraphy. Cover the name, and you say this is Yan Yan Zhenqing's early work, and I believe it."

"Miss Luo Quan said that she practiced it blindly when she had nothing to do. Combined with her heaven-defying performance in various industries before, I believe it anyway."

"Sometimes I have to admit that the gap between people is sometimes indeed larger than the gap between people and pigs."

"We and pigs, although not the same species, are at least mammals, and there is no essential difference in essence."

"But Miss Luo Quan, I feel that she is no longer in the same dimension as us ordinary mammals. A full-time genius, this kind of thing that I dare not YY in my dreams, Miss Luo Quan actually presented it to us vividly. I have to say, this is really a miracle of life."

"Haha, the miracle of life. These netizens on Some Zhihu are also quite good at praising people." As usual, Miss Luo Quan was also secretly watching how these 'kings of kings' on Some Zhihu were fancy praising her in Some Zhihu. This has always been one of the great pleasures in her life.

Speaking of which, this seems to have expanded a way of making money for her. Using calligraphy works for auction, writing to this level should not worry about not finding a buyer.

Of course, these are jokes. She still understands the truth that things are expensive because they are rare, especially this kind of work, which is more valuable as time goes by. If she really writes a piece of calligraphy every day, it is estimated that it will become a cabbage price in a few months.

Turning off Some Zhihu, Miss Luo Quan opened her phone and booked a return ticket.

Just went to Yunikina's dormitory, it is an independent room, so there is no need to remind her

After giving some advice on the taboos of living in China, Miss Luo Quan and Yunikina said their goodbyes downstairs at the dormitory building.

When she left, tears were streaming down the face of the little Russian beauty, and she looked extremely reluctant to part. With no other choice, Miss Luo Quan could only turn back and give her a hug; after some comforting, she felt a bit better.

"Study hard. Once you start working in the future, you'll have plenty of time to see me every day. If you don't show up, I'll have to call and ask where you are," Miss Luo Quan said with a smile, rubbing Yunikina's head.

"Then, Idol, you mustn't be like those black-hearted bosses in TV dramas who exploit their employees," Yunikina joked, wiping away her tears.