Chapter 117

CCTV Broadcasting Station.

"Why did Mr. Ye appear on the judge list of the poetry competition? Could it be that Old Liu really couldn't invite anyone?!"

Seeing Ye Xuan’s name on the judge list, Dong Qin found Kang Hui who worked on the same stage, with obvious doubts in her eyes.

Hearing this, Kang Hui, who had a square face, also showed confusion.

"There are too few people interested in poetry. Last time Old Liu was worrying about the fourth judge candidate.

This is the first Chinese Poetry Competition, and Old Liu naturally hopes to become famous in one battle.

Only if it is held well will there be a second and third session..."

The reasons why Dong Qin and Kang Hui agreed to serve as judges are simple.

On the one hand, it is out of the friendship with President Liu for many years, and on the other hand, it is also due to the two people’s strong interest in poetry.

Looking at Ye Xuan, who had no poetry experience, appearing on the judge list, the two "483" people thought hard for a long time, and finally only came to a possible conclusion.

I am afraid that Ye Xuan was invited to serve as a facade.

After all, the first season of the poetry competition is of great significance to President Liu.

Dong Qin and Kang Hui could still accept this operation of President Liu, and on the other side, Professor Wang An, who is also a judge, was a little puzzled.

"Isn't Old Liu making a joke?! Why did you invite a layman?!"

Professor Wang An naturally heard of Ye Xuan’s name long ago, but those reputations were all based on Ye Xuan’s achievements in novels.

Seeing Ye Xuan and himself listed together as judges of the poetry competition, Professor Wang An’s brows frowned tightly.

He has studied poetry for thirty years, and in terms of research on poetry, he can also squeeze into the top ten in the entire Chinese poetry world.

Thinking of serving as a judge on the same stage with a young man in his twenties, and a hairy boy who doesn't have much research on poetry, the Sichuan-shaped lines on Professor Wang An’s forehead were squeezed out.

"I have to see this kid’s ability!"

At the same time, Ye Xuan didn't know the doubts of others about his serving as a competition judge.

Seeing that the time was approaching, he packed his bags and took a plane to Yanjing.

As soon as he got off the plane, he connected with the assistant arranged by President Liu.

Not long after, Ye Xuan followed the assistant to the hotel where he stayed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the elevator opened, Ye Xuan heard a familiar clear voice ring out.

"Ye Xuan?!"

Looking up, he saw two faces that often appeared on the TV.

Dong Qin, who had curly hair, was wearing a black long dress, looking full of temperament.

The voice just now was made by Dong Qin.

And standing beside Dong Qin was Kang Hui, who was wearing a dark blue shirt and black suit pants.

Kang Hui’s eyes also flashed a trace of surprise, clearly not expecting it to be such a coincidence.

As for the other old man of about fifty years old beside them, it made Ye Xuan a little strange.

Seemingly noticing Ye Xuan’s gaze, Kang Hui was the first to say hello.

"Mr. Ye, what a coincidence, just happened to run into it here."

Smiling politely, Kang Hui took the lead in introducing the old man beside him.

"This is Professor Wang An, who is serving as a judge of the poetry competition with us this time.

The three of us are preparing to have a meal together to get familiar with it, why don't you join us?!"

Meeting is fate.

Also being a judge of the competition, Ye Xuan naturally did not refuse Kang Hui’s invitation.

"Okay."

Signaling to the three that he was still holding his luggage, and leaving a sentence to come down immediately, Ye Xuan took the elevator first.

And the three people left outside the elevator immediately became complicated.

Especially Professor Wang An, who had not spoken just now.

His brows subconsciously gathered into a ball, and Professor Wang An asked the doubts that had been lingering in his heart for the past few days.

"Mr. Ye looks only twenty-something, does he really understand poetry?!"

And as soon as this question came out, Kang Hui and Dong Qin beside him looked at each other, and they couldn't give an answer either.

Shaking his head to indicate uncertainty, seemingly thinking of something, Dong Qin’s eyes brightened and she smiled.

"True gold is not afraid of fire, let’s eat together later, won't we know if we ask?!"

Hearing this, the brows that Professor Wang An had just frowned also slowly relaxed.

"Right."

After all, the study of poetry requires long-term accumulation and is reflected in daily words and deeds.

Whether you have an understanding of poetry, you will know at a glance.

Just as the three were chatting, Ye Xuan also came down from the elevator.

After greeting a few words, the few decided to go to Quanjude to eat roast duck.

Out of the door, they saw the traditional gatehouse design of Quanjude from a distance, and the gold and red colors looked even more prosperous.

As soon as they entered the store, the entire store was dominated by brown solid wood materials and heavy blue bricks, revealing historical heritage.

After sitting down and ordering, Ye Xuan heard Professor Wang An take the lead and ask.

"Mr. Ye, how did you suddenly think of being a judge of the poetry competition?"

Raising his brows, Ye Xuan also guessed Professor Wang An’s intention 0 ...

On the way to Quanjude, Dong Qin and Kang Hui’s chat was just right because of the quality of the host, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

On the contrary, this Professor Wang An was a bit taciturn, and only responded occasionally.

After asking questions as soon as he sat down, I am afraid he had been holding back for a long time on the way.

Curving his lips slightly, Ye Xuan said slowly.

"President Liu invited me, so I came."

Ye Xuan was indeed telling the truth, but it didn't solve Professor Wang An’s doubts.

Thinking about it, Professor Wang An couldn't help but continue to ask.

"Then did Mr. Ye study poetry for a long time?"

As soon as this question came out, even Dong Qin and Kang Hui on the side looked over, clearly with the same curiosity.

Since there is the confidence to be a judge of the poetry competition, I think I have been deeply engaged in poetry for a long time.

Facing the eyes of several people, Ye Xuan shook his head casually.

"Not really."

After all, he didn't even have enough time to play, so how could he have the heart to study poetry and songs?!

At this moment, Ye Xuan’s light voice came out, which made the three of them stunned.

You haven't studied poetry much, so how dare you come?!

Are you really here to play soy sauce?!

Just as the three were stunned, the waiter had served the dishes ordered by the three.

Roast duck, roast elbow, shredded pork with bean paste, and spicy blood curd, noodles with sauce...

Looking at the dishes in front of him, Professor Wang An also gave up the idea of asking questions.

His eyes brightened slightly, and he took the opportunity to write a small poem.

"Fragrant, tender and fat roast duck, drooling only because of it.

Once a guest on the emperor’s table, now enters the homes of ordinary people.

The world changes, the taste remains constant.

Eight Beijing gifts for relatives, tourists from other places also praise. ??"

After the words fell, a burst of applause sounded from Dong Qin and Kang Hui on the side.

"Professor Wang An, your poem is really good." Kang Hui couldn't help but praise Professor Wang An’s poem.

"It is worthy of being a poetry master, Professor Wang An!" Dong Qin was also full of admiration.

Only Ye Xuan bent his eyes, fearing that he would laugh out loud.

Is this the poem of this time?!

It’s really a bit simple!

At this time, listening to the praise of Dong Qin and Kang Hui, who were also judges, Professor Wang An also had a bit of self-satisfaction.

Looking at Ye Xuan who didn't speak, Professor Wang An took the initiative to throw the topic to Ye Xuan and tested.

"Mr. Ye, why don't you come with one too?".