Entertainment: Becoming a superstar from the yearning

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After a knock on the door, the assistant walked into the office and reminded softly: "President, Mr. Chen is waiting for you in the reception room."

He Wenxiang pressed his hand, indicating that he knew, and then said to the phone: "Ye Chen, I still have something to do here, please give me an email address, and I will send you the application form for membership later, after you fill it out Just submit it for review, and I will arrange the rest.”

Ye Chen's process is different from others. Others have to write application materials at a fixed time every year, and then have a preliminary review by the Cultural Association. After passing it, it will be submitted to the above for a second review, and the final result will be issued.

With his help, Ye Chen passed all the reviews before submitting the application.

In fact, this kind of situation has happened in the past. To treat special talents, various departments will develop special channels, but those who can meet the corresponding standards are in the minority after all, and outsiders naturally have no way of knowing.

Ye Chen smiled and said, "Mr. He, don't bother. I'm going back to Beiying in the next two days, and I'll go to your place to fill in the information."

"Okay, I just wanted to meet you."

He Wenxiang nodded, hung up the phone, and came to the conference room.

As soon as he entered, he smiled and said, "Old Chen, why don't you study the antiques you just dug out, why are you here?"

"I'm not welcome?" Chen Guohui made a gesture to go out.

He Wenxiang stopped him, turned to his assistant and said, "How did I teach you, Mr. Chen didn't know how to pour a glass of water when he came."

"Old man, if you are uneasy and kind, don't wrong someone good."

Chen Guohui pointed to the water jug ​​on the table, "I have a drink and someone pours me a glass, and you comfort me to wait a little longer, saying that you will be there later, but you came only when the pot of water was almost finished. Are you embarrassed?"

"My fault, my fault!"

He Wenxiang hastily admitted his mistake, and gestured for the assistant to leave first.

After the assistant closed the glass door, he looked at Chen Guohui who was still panting and angry, and said with a smile, "It's almost enough to give you a step to go down. If it doesn't work, wait until I go to your place next time, and you will hang out with me for a long time."

"Hehe, it's harder for you to go to our place than to dig up dinosaur bones."

Chen Guohui sneered, but he also knew that He Wenxiang must be free as the president of the Writers Association, so he complained for a while and stopped mentioning it.

Returning to his seat, he said seriously, "Did you ask my subordinates to check things for you this morning? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's just two poems, how can I bother you, what's the matter?" He Wenxiang asked.

Chen Guohui said seriously: "Those two poems... are very likely to be true!"

"What? The history of poetry that Ye Chen said is actually true!"

He Wenxiang's face paled, he subconsciously pulled out a chair and sat on it to listen.

This is not a trivial matter, once confirmed, history will be rewritten, and the literati Ye Chen talks about will appear before the eyes of the world!

Chen Guohui was not in the mood to laugh at He Wenxiang, because he had seen this state of astonishment too much this morning, including himself.

Opening the phone album, Chen Guohui found a photo and said: "Look at this photo, it is the trace left by Wang Bo we found. Most of the words have been worn away by time, and there are only a few left."

He Wenxiang took the phone and took out reading glasses from his breast pocket.

In the photo, there is a rubbing document, and the blurred characters on it are enlarged and written beside it by Chen Guohui.

"City, Qin, Tourist, Confidant, Heaven, Common, Neighbor, Towel!"

The characters of the Tang Dynasty are in italics, so He Wenxiang naturally recognized them. When he read them out one by one, his pupils shrank!
These words all appeared in Ye Chen's "Send Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"!
"Is Ye Chen going to rewrite history? No, he's going to perfect history!" A thought appeared in He Wenxiang's mind.

He couldn't believe it, but he couldn't stop it!

Because what Ye Chen said was actually true, the iron-like facts of this photo were in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but believe it!

One or two words may be called a coincidence, but ten consecutive words are exactly the same, and the order is also perfect, there is no such coincidence in the world!

"What about the other poem? Is it also confirmed?" He Wenxiang asked.

If "Will Entering the Wine" also has some basis, then what Ye Chen said would not be doubtful.

Chen Guohui shook his head and said, "The people under my command are all digging Wang Bo's history, Li Bai...I have to borrow three or five people from other places, and I can give an answer in a few days."

He said with confidence that the reason why he gave an answer in a few days was that these ancient people did not disappear out of thin air, and there are still a few introductions about them in many cultural relics, but their sense of existence is too low, so they have not been thoroughly studied before.

Now that there is Wang Bo's case, he borrows more manpower, devotes himself wholeheartedly to historical figures related to Li Bai, extracts clues from them, and can draw a rough conclusion within a week.

Of course, the detailed biographical experience needs to be polished for a long time and verified from many aspects.

This is not within his consideration for now, as long as he has cultural relics to distinguish the authenticity of Ye Chen's poems.

He Wenxiang frowned and said, "Three or five people? I'm afraid it's not enough."

Chen Guohui retorted: "Old He, you don't understand our work. Five professionals extract general information about Li Bai from other historical figures, and a week is enough."

He Wenxiang asked, "Have you ever thought about a question?"

"what?"

"What if Ye Chen exposes a few more historical poets?"

He Wenxiang found the recording file in his mobile phone, and smiled wryly: "When you were waiting for me here, I was talking to Ye Chen. I won't talk about the specifics. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the blow. Listen to the recording."

"Call recording? Are you a pervert?"

Chen Guohui gave him a disgusted look and listened to the recording.

After the recording was played, his eyes were empty.

A few minutes later, he moved belatedly, and said in astonishment, "So...in addition to Li Bai, I still have to find 5 historical figures?"

People like them who study history will have a great sense of accomplishment every time they publish the truth they have researched.

It was the same this time. He was so excited to find out about Wang Bo's deeds that he immediately ran over to share his joy with his old friends.

Seeing that there is only one Li Bai left, he is full of motivation, thinking that even if he does not eat or sleep this week, he will use the fastest time to prove it.

After all, not every historical figure is worthy of their research. Most of them will waste their energy and get nothing in return.

But Ye Chen is like a beacon, wherever it shines, he will naturally go to work with the mind of forgetting to eat and sleep.

But it's not a good thing if the indicator light stays on all the time!

It's easy for Ye Chen to say something casually, but behind them they have to look up countless documents day and night, extract the only bits and pieces of useful information in each document, and verify it after all the integration.

"If you're not a good star, why don't you do anything about it!"

Chen Guohui was a little annoyed that he was happy too soon.

He Wenxiang shook his head and said, "It's not as much as you think. Ye Chen said that Daji is a character in a myth, and it can't be confirmed, so you only need to check four people."

Chen Guohui gritted his teeth and said, "Thank him for me!"

"He will come over in the next two days. I'll send you a message when the time comes. You can thank him yourself." He Wenxiang betrayed Ye Chen without even thinking about it.

……

Magic City Airport.

"Ah... sneeze..."

Ye Chen, who was waiting to board the plane, sneezed.

Who is thinking of me?

"Passengers heading to the capital..."

Hearing the sound of the radio, he touched his nose and walked towards the ticket gate.