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Chapter 128 Sorry, not interested (second update)
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A scolding sound.

"This Li Zaixi is really shameless. He actually wants to renege on his debt."

"He's gone mad, but he's got it on his own."

"Go back to your kimchi kingdom, it's the only place for low-intelligence fools."

"Teacher Mu is really good, he has a sense of justice."

"Resolutely against the stick, just because of Mr. Mu's performance today, I will be his die-hard fan in the future."

"Li Zaixi quickly admit defeat and apologize, what's the point of holding on."

"It's even worse, it's endless, right?"

The scene of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

"I'm going to stop talking today. If you want me to apologize, you have to convince me that I have lost."

"Why bother?" Mu Feng shook his head.

"Come on, maybe you think it doesn't matter, but their face is waiting for you to earn it back."

With that said, Li Zaixi pointed to Lan Liang and the others.

Mu Feng cursed inwardly, this cunning old fox is really going to be tempted to use this method to kidnap me?

To be honest, Lan Liang and those members of the National Writers Association didn't catch a cold, but there was only one person whom he couldn't help but care about.

That is Cai Hongda, the TV director of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces!
Mu Feng has always wanted to join the TV station. If he can take advantage of this opportunity to catch up with this big director, it will definitely be good for his future development.

Thinking of this, Mu Feng said: "Okay, since you want to be defeated, then I will help you."

"Haha, help me? Young man, don't get carried away too much, be careful not to step down."

Li Zaixi thought that you are good at writing ancient prose, and I recognize it. Could it be that you are also proficient in poetry?How could there be an all-around talent in this world, not to mention that he is still so young.

This kid must be lucky, the blind cat ran into a dead mouse, "Pipa Xing" was just an accident, and he will show his true form soon.

"Li Zaixi, there are people out there, and there are people out there. You think you are full of talent, but you are actually mediocre. Today I will show you what real poetry is."

Mu Feng sneered and said, "The following poem is called "Shui Tiao Ge Tou". Prick up your ears and listen to it."

"Okay, I'm all ears!"

Li Zaixi said disapprovingly: "But let me remind you, pay attention to the requirements, it must be related to the month, don't digress."

"I know, you don't need to talk too much."

As he said that, Mu Feng seemed to be a different person suddenly, and even his voice became more melancholy.

"Water Head"

When is the bright moon?Ask the sky for wine.I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve.I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold in the heights.Dancing clear shadow, like in the world!

Transfer to Zhuge, low Qihu, no sleep. There should be no hatred. People have sorrows and sorrows, and moons have yin and qing. Nung, moon and new moon.

The lyrics and music seem to arouse everyone's worries, the Mid-Autumn Festival, this day of family reunion, those who work hard outside, it is time to go home and see their parents and children.

"Okay, what a good one, I hope you will last forever, and we will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles away!"

Lan Liang was overwhelmed, and his excitement was beyond words.

This song "Shui Tuo Ge Tou" is really a masterpiece, and it couldn't be more suitable for this situation at this moment.

However, Li Zaixi couldn't be happy at all.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How can a young man have such a profound understanding of life?"

"Pipa Xing" is already surprising enough, but this "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" seems to be even better, after all, it is the most suitable for today's theme.

"Li Zaixi, what else do you have to say?" Mu Feng asked with burning eyes.

"I……"

Li Zaixi's face changed, and then he lowered his head, like a rooster who has lost a fight.

"I lost!"

Mu Feng nodded with satisfaction: "Just admit defeat and apologize in front of everyone. I think you should pay the price for your ignorant behavior."

Li Zaixi sighed decadently, it is not as good as people's calculations, everything is under control, but Cheng Yaojin broke out halfway, disrupting the good situation.

If he refused to apologize, he would definitely not be able to get out of this venue today. If he apologized, how would he face the people of his country after returning to China?

In a dilemma, a dilemma, a choice to get what you want!

After a fierce ideological struggle, Li Zaixi decided to apologize, otherwise, it would not be over.

"I'm sorry Huaxia friends, I solemnly apologize to everyone for my behavior today, it's all my fault, I ask for your forgiveness."

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"The attitude is good, and there is no word that is perfunctory."

"My friends from China, we are not friends with this old guy. We may have to fight each other in the future."

"Mr. Mu contributed a lot to Li Zaixi's ability to apologize. "Pipa Xing" and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" seem to be famous forever."

""Pipa Xing" is too long, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is better because it has artistic conception and, most importantly, is easier to memorize."

"People often say that the masters are among the folks, but it's not just talking about it. It's cool that Mr. Mu can beat the literary masters of the Bangzi Kingdom."

After Li Zaixi apologized, he excused himself from feeling unwell and left early.

The organizers are naturally happy with what they want, this time bomb should leave early, so as not to cause any more troubles.

But in this way, Mu Feng became the focus of all attention. No one would have thought that such a humble young man would have such a talent. It was really surprising.

"Young man, what's your name? Are you interested in joining our Ancient Poetry Research Association?" Lan Liang asked enthusiastically.

"Lan Liang, this is from our Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces. Isn't it a little wrong for you to poach someone in front of me?"

Yang Xiao, chairman of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association and vice chairman of the National Writers Association, stood up suddenly and said.

"Mr. Yang, this statement is biased. Why do you call people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces? He doesn't seem to say where you are from?" Lan Liang said unconvinced.

Seeing the two people's tit-for-tat looks, the famous writer Nan Po laughed and said: "Why are you two arguing? One is the Ancient Poetry Research Association and the other is the Writers Association. There is no conflict between the two."

Lan Liang and Yang Xiao thought about it carefully, yes, it's not that they can't join at the same time, there is indeed no conflict, it seems that they are confused.

"Young man, what's your name? Which unit?" Yang Xiao asked.

Before Mu Feng could react, Feng Jie, who was standing nearby, rushed forward and replied: "Mr. Yang, his name is Mu Feng, and he is the host of our radio station in Nanguang."

"Oh, Xu Ming, director of Nanguang, has met me a few times, are you?" Yang Xiao asked curiously.

Feng Jie was overjoyed: "Mr. Yang, I am the deputy director of Nanguang, and I am Feng Jie. You can call me Xiao Feng."

"Xiao Feng, right? This young man named Mu Feng is the host of your station?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Feng Jie nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, he gave you and Nan Guang a face today."

After speaking, Yang Xiao looked at Mu Feng again and asked, "Young man, are you interested in joining our Jiangsu and Zhejiang Writers Association?"

Everyone is envious, but Mu Feng has won the favor of Yang Xiao, and it is estimated that he will have a smooth career in the future.

Unexpectedly, he shook his head and said in a word: "Sorry, I'm not interested!"

(End of this chapter)