I write novels in the East Palace

The topics of the previous debate competitions were announced directly after the first round of the competition, but the three topics of the final debate were announced on the spot, with only half an hour of preparation time.

It was also at this time that Zhou Chengyi realized why the seats below were already full of people before the game started.

It turned out that the eight people in the first competition had already drawn their debate questions, and Yu Ying was in the second competition. After they finished drawing their debate questions and divided them into groups, the first round could just start.

Although there is no such thing as a host in this era, there is still a warm-up person in the stands. He sounds like a storyteller with his accent and diction. .

"The wind blows from the east in summer and rain, the wind from the south comes in autumn a few times, the wind from the west comes in winter, and the wind from the north comes back in spring. The wind blows differently every day, and the wind blows differently every year. When you send Tusuwen new wine, why worry about where it comes from? wind!"

"Good!" Someone applauded and shouted loudly, "Zhang Xianren's doggerel is getting better and better." Obviously a regular visitor.

"What doggerel, this is my setting poem!" Zhang Xianren pretended to be angry and flicked his sleeves, and deliberately showed a bit of guilt in his loud voice.

Immediately there was laughter in the field, "You see, I don't believe what you said."

The atmosphere of the whole restaurant was stirred up, Zhang Xianren didn't forget his job, he repeatedly raised his hand and made a gesture of pressing down, "I'm not here to teach you today, I can't mess up what my boss told me, Presumably, all the guest officials have been looking forward to it for a long time, so Zhang will stop talking nonsense, and please take a look!"

Two people came to the stage holding a picture scroll and unfolded it slowly. The elegant and fairy-like characters were the topic of the second debate: Is the promotion of punctuation beneficial or harmful?

Zhou Chengyi almost blurted out, "It's Zigu's word."

Fang Guanyan's Yubai's fingers paused slightly, and then curled up invisibly because of happiness.

Fu Qian, who was sitting on the same side, could see it clearly, and felt quite disgusted in his heart: Asking him to write a few words is always inhumane, but he didn't expect to be submissive when he came to Mr. Zhi Ge, Pei Yi was better than him !

Pei Yi really dared to go to Marshal Zhongli to ask for guidance, but you sat face to face and didn't even dare to admit it, saying anything for fear of getting involved, as if you were not the one who advocated inviting people up.

The little father-in-law complained wildly about his friends in his heart, but on his face he gave a serious assist, "It is indeed Zi Gu's word, what do you think, Your Highness?"

"Exquisite and elegant, natural, and has a rare artistic conception, both ornamental and artistic value, there is no one under the reputation, worthy of being everyone." Zhou Chengyi has a great filter in Duozi, and he has a very high evaluation of him.

The person involved, Fang Guanyan, became embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "The writing of this work is rather sloppy. It can be seen that the author is only perfunctory, and His Highness deserves such praise."

If he had known that this word would be admired by Zhou Chengyi, he would have gone all out for the most perfect strokes that day, instead of being stuck like this.

Fu Qian: "..." Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to deal with me.

Although he knew that Fang Guanyan had clearly rejected it several times, and finally he was annoyed by him before he picked up the pen and gave him the words, but when Fu Qian saw these two faces of him, his teeth ached.

Forget it, anyway, the three characters didn't cost any money.

This sentence finally calmed the impotent rage in his heart.

Zhou Chengyi didn't say anything else, but couldn't help but glance at Fang Guanyan, thinking: Is he Zigu's black fan?

Downstairs, according to the order determined by the lottery, the first one to step forward to choose the pros and cons is Yu Ying.

Zhang Xianren still remembers this generous guest. He also talked about the ending of "Fox Dream" Yin Bingjuan in Zuichun Tower that day. silver.

"Which side does Layman Guanxue plan to choose?" he asked.

Before the words fell, someone shouted from below, "You don't need to ask, of course I choose Mr. Song!"

Yu Ying followed the prestige, without even frowning, but made people subconsciously quiet down.Her voice sounded very gentle, but she said, "I am my father's daughter, but my father has my father's thoughts, and I also have mine."

"It's really shameful to violate the three cardinal principles and five constant principles!" The man continued.

Yu Ying finally found that person from the crowd, pointed him out, and said with a heavy hammer: "As you said, your father must want to have trouble with you, and you also I am happy to send it."

"You!" The man's face flushed immediately.

Yu Ying ignored him, and said to everyone, "Father's point of view is right, and as children, we must obey it. Otherwise, his point of view is wrong, so we have to argue with reason. If you don't show justice, everyone who raises relatives will lead to fallacies." Passed down from generation to generation, no one will listen to it, but if someone believes it—"

She stopped talking here, and just looked at the man calmly. Naturally, some smart people understood the meaning, and one of the contestants couldn't help laughing out loud.

The man was humiliated again and again, and immediately became angry from embarrassment, and loudly accused, "Children don't talk about their parents' faults, you are not filial!"

Hearing this, Yu Ying showed her first smile since she appeared on the stage, it was very light and fleeting.

Then the vermilion lips parted slightly, and only uttered four words, "That's bullshit."

After saying that, he turned and stepped off the stage, his back was proud.

Zhang Xianren hurriedly spoke out to adjust the atmosphere, and successfully resolved the matter with a few sentences.

Zhou Chengyi admired Yu Ying's neither humble nor overbearing attitude, and at the same time expressed his appreciation to Zhang Xianren, "This guy has a good ability to control the field, maybe he can do the narration work for him."

In the future, I can directly develop in the direction of a professional host, maybe I can host an ancient version of the Spring Festival Gala or something.

As soon as Fu Qian heard it, he felt that there was money to be made, so he immediately leaned forward, "What narration? What are you planning to do?"

At this time, the announcers were called Zhuganzi, and they were called Yanchengqianchao, and they were usually new comedians in the troupe who were about to appear on stage, but Fu Qian had an intuition that he was not talking about the troupe.

Princess Huimin said, "It's nothing, I just want to change the content of Inception Scroll into a drama."

"What is a drama?" Several people said in unison, even Fang Guanyan looked up.

Princess Huimin explained, and Fu Qian applauded with bright eyes, "This is a good thing, without the sloppy lyrics, without that big face, but it is closer to life, and it will definitely become popular."

"Do you need funds? I can help. From what you're saying, it shouldn't be just for self-appreciation, right? Then you need a stage. I haven't contacted the Liyuan side, but the princess should have some connections? I heard famous actors Sanshengliu also sang for you once."

He paused and said, "Actually, it's better to have your own venue, colleagues are enemies, and the troupe will never want to see you become stronger and bigger - as expected, it's better to build a new venue, but choose the location carefully , there will definitely be more than one drama in the future, you can rent out the venue, and when it becomes lively there, maybe you can open a few more shops..."

Fu Qian has already arranged the follow-up on his own.

Zhou Chengyi: "..."

Good guy, self-taught angel investment, and then across the real estate plan to build a theater, and know how to raise a business circle!

Zhou Chengyi wished he could extract Jiang Haichao's system from the book "Poor Scholar Farming" and install it on Fu Qian. He wanted nothing else but a mobile phone, a computer, and WiFi. He could do without these, at least get a typewriter!

——Of course the above is currently impossible, because the first thing to solve is the problem of electricity.

Zhou Chengyi is not a major in this field, and he doesn’t know much about it. The only thing he still remembers is the electromagnetic induction he learned in high school physics. He can’t expect the ancients to directly learn the knowledge that others have learned for hundreds of years across latitudes, and then suddenly create the knowledge that others have used for several generations. something made.

He didn't even dare to think about it in his dreams, after all, he only dreamed of a big bald goose.

So he can only look at the ocean and sigh, and think about it in his heart.

The debate competition downstairs was very intense. Although there were no real swords and guns, the words were very sharp. It should be said that the contestants who could reach the finals from the first round did not have a fuel-efficient lamp at all.

Zhou Chengyi also noticed the three topics of debate today. In addition to the sentence debate before, the topic of the first debate was the fuse that triggered the Chang'an Cup debate, namely——Should Yunmenghu help Qi Feng or Wang Min? .

Although the Stealing Book has ended, this kind of debate has been rampant, and the heat has not been reduced at all, especially after the publication of Mr. Zigu's analysis, it even exploded a bunch of silent public.

As for the third debate that will determine the final outcome, it is: Is Chang'an Bookstore a cancer in the literary world, or a rising star.

It can be said that none of them was wasted, and all of them were publicized for Chang'an Bookstore.

As expected of Fu Qian, Fu Qian has never been a profiteer who loses money.

In the second game, Yu Ying's performance was really impressive. Even though she was called and answered one after another in the free debate session, when her teammates started to frown, she never showed any signs of anxiety. Instead, she seized the opportunity to respond at the last moment. Fight four debates.

The failure of the free debate made the four debaters also make mistakes in their closing speeches.

However, in such a clear situation, the result was very unexpected. The judges evenly scored that the opposite side won, and the individual points of the contestants, Yu Ying was at the bottom, and the best debater fell on the man who laughed on the stage earlier.

He blushed suddenly, not happy, but humiliated.

"I'm not convinced." Yu Ying was rarely aggressive, "Please disclose the details of the score sheet."

In the Fugui hall, everyone's complexion was not good. Fu Qian, who was always amiable and smiling when he saw others, was so pale that he almost caught up with Pei Ju.

What made him even more annoyed was still to come. The judge who came forward couldn't speak to Yu Ying, and turned into anger from embarrassment, "Women should stay at home and take care of their husbands and children, so what's wrong with showing their faces in public? You don't obey women's morals! Your father's generation of famous officials asked you Lost all face!"

Princess Huimin gasped, and Zhou Chengyi walked directly to the window, wanting to see what a brazen person said.

In the end, a shoe flew straight down from the third floor and slapped the judge's face firmly.

The closed window next door was suddenly opened, and a thin old man leaned out half of his body, blowing his beard and staring, cursing: "Put your mother's shit on!"

——It turned out to be the long-famous Mr. Song Xuwen!