It's reasonable for me to be versatile as a variety show guy, right?

At the same time, Yang Chuntao, who was standing behind the crowd, was completely pale. When these "masterpieces" came out, he knew he was completely finished.

There are a lot of people at the scene, and after today's banquet is over, these poems will definitely be spread everywhere.

And when that time comes, he, Yang Chuntao, will surely become the laughing stock of the circle!

Thinking of this, Yang Chuntao couldn't help but dim before his eyes. If it wasn't for Zhao Qin's support, he might have already collapsed on the ground.

But at this moment, Wang Hao suddenly slashed hard.

"I've decided. After the banquet is over, I'll compile these poems into a collection of poems called "The Collection of Deadwood, For My Brother Yang Chuntao". What do you all think?"

"Do not!!!"

A miserable scream sounded immediately, and everyone turned their heads curiously, only to see that Yang Chuntao couldn't hold on any longer, rolled his eyes, and fainted directly in Zhao Qin's arms.

Chapter 211 I don't have any ideals, I eat and wait to die, I just make do with it, I won't lie to you!

"???"

Seeing Yang Chuntao rolled his eyes and fell down in a daze, everyone was stunned for a while.

Why did he faint?

Huh?wrong!fainted?

"Call an ambulance!"

Someone in the crowd who reacted quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed 120. Seeing that the situation was wrong, the two strong men picked up Yang Chuntao and ran straight to the outside of the restaurant.

After a while of commotion, everyone gradually settled down.

Yang Chuntao's situation was obviously urgent, as long as he went to a place with fresh air, he would be fine, and if he was in a bad situation, he could go to the hospital for an IV or something.

It's a pity that after today's poetry competition, the broad road in front of him was completely broken.

Wang Hao's more than ten poems are too fierce and cruel, and his actions are heavy hits, without showing any mercy at all.

Under such a blow, Yang Chuntao will be riddled with holes.

If someone mentions this name in the future, they will definitely think of today's scene.

Wang Hao wrote ten poems angrily, Yang Chuntao was so angry and bloody that his eyes were black...

...

An old man behind the crowd couldn't help scolding: "You are really narrow-minded, a junior. Didn't you just say a few words to you, why is it necessary to go to war like this?"

Oh?

Wang Hao glanced at him curiously, bowed respectfully and asked, "May I ask what the old man's name is?"

The old man raised his hand and stroked his beard, proudly said: "Cheng Zhongqing!"

"Oh!!!"

Wang Hao's eyes widened exaggeratedly, just when the old man was about to accept his respect, he suddenly shook his head.

"Sorry, I haven't heard of it."

puff……

There was a lot of sneering in the crowd, Wang Hao's turn was too good, and Cheng Zhongqing stared into a pair of bull's eyes in an instant.

"Well, you are a junior. Not only are you narrow-minded, but you have lost all etiquette. You don't even know who your parents are, so you actually taught a junior like you!"

"People in the world say that juniors should respect the old, love the young, and treat neighbors and friends with courtesy, but you little thief even wrote several poems to satirize my future pillars of China. I don't know what your intentions are!"

Hearing this, the smile on Wang Hao's face froze for a moment.

He straightened up slowly, and looked at Cheng Zhongqing with a bit of sarcasm and disdain, "I thought it was really reasonable, but I didn't expect that I just sent away a fool who was talking nonsense, and there was another person here Come out with an old thing that relies on the old to sell the old."

"There are so many pairs of eyes watching, I don't know if you are always really confused, or are you old-eyed?"

"Just now it was clear that Yang Chuntao was the first to provoke the incident, and then repeatedly insulted me. I had no choice but to respond in the end,"

"I didn't expect that in your old eyes, I turned out to be a narrow-minded and unreliable wretch?"

"Do you mean that only state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps?"

"He insulted me and scolded me, and I still have to treat him with courtesy? Hey, you are so greedy, I almost want to laugh."

"Tsk, it's a pity. If I were a villain, I'm afraid brother Yang would have to be awarded the status of a hypocrite. As for you... I have a few poems here. How about I read them to you?"

After all, Wang Hao didn't care about the drastic change in the expression of the old man opposite, and recited to himself:

"Take the mouth of the swallow from the mud, cut the iron like mud,"

"Scrape the face of the golden Buddha and search carefully, and you can find nothing."

"Looking for peas in the quail crop,"

"Splitting meat from the legs of egrets,"

"The fat in the stomach of a mosquito."

"Unfortunately, old man?"

After reciting a poem, the face of Cheng Zhongqing on the opposite side suddenly changed drastically!

Wang Hao's poem does not contain any dirty words, but between the lines, greed is written to the extreme. This is a satire on him relying on the old to sell the old, relying on his age but indiscriminately, only caring about his own ideas and interests.

"What a ruthless poem!"

The eyes of the people around Wang Hao couldn't help but change. This young man is really ruthless, and hurts people to death as soon as he speaks!

Even so, Wang Hao was still not ready to give up.

From the appearance, it can be seen that this old man is somewhat similar to that Yang Chuntao. Obviously, the relationship between the two is not shallow.

Anyway, he has already offended him severely, and Wang Hao is not going to keep his hands. These people are all bullying and fearful creatures, so they have to be subdued severely!

"Old man, what do you think of my poem? Is it meticulous and thorough? Do you think it matches your identity?"

"If you are not satisfied, I have a few more here, how about I read them to you?"

Hearing that Wang Hao still wanted to continue reciting poems, Cheng Zhongqing could no longer calm down, and raised his hand tremblingly to point at him, "You...you bastard!"

He kept opening his mouth, but facing Wang Hao's mocking expression, he didn't know how to speak.

If he speaks out again, that kid writes another poem to satirize, and his fame in this life will be completely ruined!

But if he didn't respond, wouldn't that prove that he was afraid of him?

For a while, Cheng Zhongqing fell into a difficult situation, especially the comments of the people around him made him feel angry.

Finally, the last straw that broke the camel's back came.

Wang Hao stepped forward and said, "Mr., if you have anything to say, just say it. I'll be waiting."

"Zhuzi! Shuzi!"

Cheng Zhongqing let out a roar, rolled his eyes, and fell down in a daze.

Fortunately, someone had anticipated this scene and stood behind Cheng Zhongqing in advance. Otherwise, if this fell, the old man would have died on the spot.

The two strong men who had carried Yang Chuntao before came out again, lifted Cheng Zhongqing up with ease and walked out of the restaurant.

Fortunately, there is a hospital not far away, and even the steps of calling 120 are omitted.

...

"Hey! Another fall!"

Behind the crowd, Guo Xiaoxue, who has been holding up her mobile phone to take pictures, is having fun while covering her mouth.

She had participated in quite a few gatherings in the quyi cultural circle with her old man before, so she also had a certain understanding of Zhou Liangyin and his party.

Relying on their own abilities, these people seem to have their heads off their necks, and they always look down when looking at people.

That is to give the old man face, otherwise, according to her temper, she would have left long ago.

I thought that the same situation as in the past would happen again today, but I didn't expect that with the appearance of Wang Hao, the situation would undergo a huge change.

The group of guys on the opposite side still wanted to humiliate Mr. Zuo, but they didn't expect that the goal had not been achieved, and two generals had already been damaged!

Interesting, so much fun!

Taking advantage of the "intermission", Guo Xiaoxue simply asked the clerk outside the door for a power bank.

She wants to record everything that happened today, and show it to her father when she goes back, and make him happy.

And there are quite a few people who have the same idea as her. More and more people took out their mobile phones and began to record the wonderful scene in front of them.

...

Seeing that Cheng Zhongqing was also carried out, many people behind Zhou Liangyin couldn't sit still.

Their initial idea was to humiliate Zuo Min'an, raise their own status in the circle along the way, and push Zhao Qin to the throne of the young generation leader in the folk art world.

I didn't expect such a thorn to appear!

It's fine if the other party is a famous master in the circle, even if they are humiliated, then they have nothing to say, it's not ashamed to be inferior to the elders.

But who is Wang Hao?

An unknown junior with no hair growth yet. If they lose to him, this group of people will not have to continue to hang out in the folk art and cultural circles.

But if you want to beat him, it is useless than writing poems. Didn't you see that Cheng Zhongqing and Yang Chuntao have already been carried out?

A group of calligraphers and poet writers lowered their heads and pretended to be thinking, and they didn't dare to argue. Although they all said they were dissatisfied, they were already timid towards Wang Hao.

If he went out and was criticized again, it would be a big embarrassment!

Seeing that no one came out for a long while, Zhou Liangyin gave everyone a look of resentment, and immediately winked at a middle-aged man with two dark circles beside him.

The next second, the middle-aged man nodded and immediately stepped out of the crowd.

"Junior, I think you have a good foundation in writing poetry just now, and your education level should not be low, right? Could it be that you are a student of Huaxia Academy of Drama?"

"But as someone who has been there, I can tell you from the experience of my elders that Wen Zhidao should be gentle and refined. Being too hostile is not a good thing. This will greatly limit your future development, understand?"

I didn't think there was anything unusual about these words at first, but after chewing carefully, I found that there were threats between the lines!

First of all, it was a test of Wang Hao's identity, and then "future" and "development" were brought up, which was a warning to him.

"If you don't obey me, your future will be ruined!"

Wang Hao couldn't help raising his eyebrows, chatting with these literati is interesting, obviously there is not a single bad word between the lines, but the meaning of the threat is clearly revealed.

And his way of coping is also using the usual style, simply, directly, without beeping!

"I'm sorry, I might disappoint my husband. I dropped out of elementary school when I was only in the fourth grade. Now I'm just a street slut in the society, so I'm bound to get a little bit hot-tempered,"

"And I'm used to being lazy, and I don't have any big ambitions or lofty ideals. I just eat and wait to die, and just make do with it."

Just at this time, a new ink plate was replaced.

Guo Lei finished grinding with great interest, and handed the brush to Wang Hao.

The meaning is obvious, you continue?

Wang Hao didn't refuse, he reached out and took the brush into his hand, and started writing.

"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles."

"You have to let the wind come down when it rests, and you can still shake the dark water."

"When the world sees my constant tune, they all sneer when they hear Yu's words."

"Xuanfu can still be afraid of future generations, but his husband can't be young."

After writing a poem, he smiled modestly at the middle-aged man, pointed to the poem on the rice paper and said, "I really don't need words, I can only use a poem to express my feelings, I'm laughing at you."

The middle-aged man looked curiously. When he saw the poem on the paper, he rolled his eyes and almost fell down.

What do you mean when you wrote "The big roc rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles"?

Eat and die?

Make do with living?

What a fool!

The middle-aged man never expected that his punch not only failed to hit Wang Hao's spirit, but made himself suffer from it.

If someone mentions this poem in the future, he will definitely think of his satire on Wang Hao immediately.