Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

There is no harm without comparison.

And it is precisely because of the comparison that the public knows how powerful No. 96 An Zhiruosu is.

The pseudonym An Zhiruosu quickly fermented overnight, and almost the entire poetry forum, post bar, penguin group, etc., were all discussing him hotly.

Moreover, enthusiastic netizens gave An Zhiruosu nicknames one after another.

The first nickname is: Three Seconds Macho.

The reason is because An Zhiruosu takes three seconds to answer any question, which is unstoppable.

There are also some lovely young ladies who think this nickname is not good. In addition to paying attention to An Zhiruosu's answers, they also pay attention to the pair of glowing eyes under An Zhiruosu's black mask.

They guessed that No. 96 was definitely a super handsome guy, so they kindly called No. 96 the 'Male God of Poetry'.

All of a sudden, No. 96 An Zhiruo's fame rose to the level of that of the masked poet Le Dongsheng.

……

the next morning.

Everyone in the program group of the Poetry Conference is looking forward to it.

Although everyone is busy with the tasks in hand, in fact, everyone is absent-minded. They are quietly looking forward to the arrival of the statistics department.

Finally, the door creaked open.

Zhang Jingya was wearing a crisp and neat suit, with short hair that had been carefully combed inwards, a document case under her armpit, and a happy smile on her face.

"Everyone stop, let me announce the ratings of the third poetry conference we broadcast yesterday."

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and then quietly looked at Zhang Jingya.

Zhang Jingya smiled slightly: "Congratulations, everyone, the ratings have exploded, reaching an astonishing [-]%, ranking fourth in the country."

In an instant, everyone in the entire program group was boiling.

"My God, the poetry conference we've worked so hard on has finally started again, and it's already caught up with the first session."

"Too strong, I am proud of our program group, I am proud of our program group."

"Our program team has finally stood up again!"

The group of employees cheered loudly and danced.

Looking at everyone's joy, Zhang Jingya couldn't help feeling a bit sad in her heart, she said: "This time the show has stood up again, although it is inseparable from everyone's hard work, but I hope that everyone can thank one person , that is the masked poet An Zhiruosu at the Poetry Conference."

"If it weren't for "Jinse", our poetry conference would not have been exposed by many platforms, let alone the current ratings."

These employees of the program group know the truth.

They all knew that "Jinse" was written by An Zhiruosu, and that the so-called Happy Life was a fraudster hired by Director Tian by using his power.

So the more they know the truth, the more these employees admire An Zhiruosu, and the more they feel unwilling for An Zhiruosu.

A male employee was full of admiration: "Yes, if there is no peace of mind, there will be no program group we have now. He is my idol!"

"Besides, he's already my idol, okay?" The one who spoke was a female employee of the company. She was quite pretty with heavy makeup on. After glancing at the colleague next to her, the female employee's eyes glowed : "I just don't know if An Zhiruosu has a girlfriend, if not, I still want to get to know him."

Zhang Jingya walked up to the female employee, and tapped her on the head: "Every day, what are you thinking in your head, he has a girlfriend, and he is also very beautiful, just like a celebrity!"

The beautiful female employee Xiao Li shrank her head: "Really? Well, it seems that I'm out of the game."

Xiaoli sighed, but Zhang Jingya sighed lightly for no reason, a special feeling that she could not explain flashed in her heart.

Some people are admiring, and some people feel unwilling for An Zhiruosu: "The only pity is that "Jinse" was written by An Zhiruosu, but now the public thinks it was written by Le Dongsheng. I really want to expose them!"

A group of people shook their heads and sighed.

They knew it, but they couldn't debunk it.

Because there is no evidence at all.

Who can prove that "Jinse" was written by An Zhiruosu?Is there a recording?Is there a video?

There is nothing, what can I use to expose it.

It's the same as if you read it casually on the street and then it is heard by others, and others post it on the Internet and become popular.

You said you wrote it but how do you prove it.

The more people thought about it, the more angry they became.

"Director Tian is such a bastard."

"Following such a person is really suffocating!"

Several young employees turned their backs and exhaled fragrance, while the older ones shook their heads and sighed in silence.

Zhang Jingya's eyes flickered slightly, and she remembered what Li An said when she met Li An that day.

"Since I wrote it, I naturally have a way to recover it."

When Li An said this, his tone was full of unparalleled confidence.

……

Tian Zhe received that call again.

The two met in the private room of Donghao Hotel.

Sitting opposite Tian Zhe was a middle-aged man in a decent suit with a flattering smile.

The middle-aged eyes were deep and cloudy like stinky gutters.

"Director Tian, ​​is that No. 96 An Zhiruo Su who suddenly appeared, is it the original of "Jin Se" and "Bamboo Stone"?" asked the middle-aged man.

Tian Zhe said with a sullen face, "Yes, I didn't expect Zhang Jingya to arrange him in as an ordinary player, and he performed so brilliantly."

The middle-aged expression was gloomy: "He is really a powerful faction, a super genius in poetry."

After a pause, the middle-aged man took out a suitcase from under his feet. He put it on the table and opened it slightly. Through the gap, he could see the redness inside, so pretty.

"Director Tian, ​​see if you can let him leave this conference." The middle-aged man said cautiously, with a stinky smell in his eyes.

Tian Zhe stretched out his hand and gently pushed down the opened suitcase.

Tian Zhe frowned and thought for three or four seconds, then looked at the suitcase, and thought for another three or four seconds, but finally shook his head: "No! He is too famous now, and the audience will be angry if he is allowed to leave. If it is wrong, it may cause uncontrollable impact at that time."