After Wang Qian published this ancient poem about the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th, he received a call from Zhao Lei again.
Zhao Lei still had evil intentions and wanted to recruit Wang Qian into his gang.
"Brother, do you really not want the leading male role? The investment has increased again, reaching 150 million. This is definitely one of the biggest science fiction productions in the country. If it becomes a big hit, it will leave a name for itself in the film and television industry. This is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Zhao Lei asked confidently, "I'm about to start forming a crew, and the actors need to be confirmed first. I'm still keeping it for you now."
Leave your name in movies and TV shows
It is indeed possible to leave a name.
However, I don’t know what name he left behind.
Wang Qian smiled and said, "Thank you Director Zhao for your kindness to me. But I really don't have time!"
Zhao Lei said regretfully, "Well, then I'll choose someone else. If I choose someone else, I might not have such a big say. They heard that I want you to join, so the investors let me make the decision and hope you can join. If it's not you, the male lead may have to listen to their opinions, and I'm not sure."
Wang Qian: "Director Zhao, you can give some advice. Talk to them more."
Zhao Lei: "I'm afraid they won't give me a chance to talk. The investment has already exceeded 100 million yuan, but the producers are still not confident in handing it over to me. How about you come in for a cameo? If you don't have time to play the leading male role, how about a cameo role with a smaller part?"
Cameo
never mind.
Wang Qian laughed and said, "Director Zhao, please stop talking about this. I really don't have time. Besides, do you think I would play a small cameo role in my first acting role?"
Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. Don't mind it. Do you think I was talking in my sleep? I haven't woken up yet."
He only wanted to get Wang Qian to join the team, but he forgot what Wang Qian's current status was.
Even though there has not been a real album released and no film or TV series broadcast.
But there are nearly 20 million fans there!
Even if there is no agency to help.
But it is impossible for someone of this status to lower himself to play a small role.
If someone else with a similar number of fans were to receive an invitation like Zhao Lei, he or she might get angry, as this is clearly a sign of disdain.
Wang Qian didn't mind it either: "It's okay, I know how you feel, Director Zhao. Let's just leave it at that, and never mention it again."
Zhao Lei: "Okay, I won't mention it again. I'll get busy now. Contact your junior Liu Jifeng."
Wang Qian: "I wish Director Zhao's new film a big hit."
Zhao Lei: "Haha, I wish you good luck."
Hang up the phone!
Wang Qian put down the phone.
Qin Xuerong had also woken up, wearing pajamas and nothing else. She came over in a daze and lay on Wang Qian's back, with her arms around Wang Qian's neck, and whispered in Wang Qian's ear, "Why are you up so early? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Wang Qian stretched out his hand and pinched Qin Xuerong's chin, and said with a smile: "If you can't sleep, get up. Otherwise, you can sleep a little longer."
Qin Xuerong shook her head and said with a smile: "No, I want to see you write poetry."
Wang Qian was stunned for a moment, then said regretfully: "It has just been sent out."
Qin Xuerong suddenly came to her senses, pouted and said depressedly: "Why didn't you call me?"
Wang Qian smiled and said, "I just want you to sleep a little longer. You guys sent me over 15 million downloads overnight, so I had no choice but to release it first."
More than 15 million downloads in one night
Qin Xuerong also widened his eyes and expressed shock: "Fifteen million, so much?"
Wang Qian nodded to confirm: "Yes, so, I will publish it first."
Wang Qian operated the computer on his knees and refreshed Qian Qian Jingting's background data.
It was seen that the download data of the earth increased again.
In less than half an hour, the number increased by more than 2 million again, and it has exceeded 17 million. It will probably take only an hour or so to exceed 20 million. Perhaps today we can catch all the registered users of Qianqian Jingting, and then we will attract new users to register, recharge and download.
Qin Xuerong suddenly became alert, picked up his mobile phone, opened Wang Qian's Weibo, and saw the ancient poem that Wang Qian had just posted.
"As a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family all the more during every festive occasion."
"I know my brothers are climbing the mountain, but there is one less person wearing the dogwood branches."
Qin Xuerong read it softly and murmured in Wang Qian's ear, "It feels pretty good. Although I'm not a professional, generally speaking, if I feel good after reading it once, then it must be a good work. Amazing."
Qin Xuerong looked through the reviews in several literary circles.
Snowy.
Tang Hepeng.
And several others, basically all good reviews!
but.
Qin Xuerong suddenly saw someone mentioned Guo Zhuangzhuang in the comment section
I searched Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo out of curiosity.
"Hmm? Hubby, look."
Qin Xuerong widened her eyes, looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo page, slightly surprised, and handed the phone to Wang Qian.
Wang Qian took a look and was also surprised.
This Guo Zhuangzhuang, is here to openly provoke me
After giving Guo Zhuangzhuang a lecture at Zhejiang University last time, Wang Qian thought that Guo Zhuangzhuang would never dare to jump in front of him again.
Unexpectedly...
Is he lying in wait and looking for help
This is a poem about drunken flowers!
After taking a look, Wang Qian knew that it was definitely not written by Guo Zhuangzhuang. It was obviously not at Guo Zhuangzhuang's level, at least two levels higher than Guo Zhuangzhuang.
Guo Zhuangzhuang may be more professional when it comes to writing novels, screenwriting, and plagiarism.
However, in the field of ancient poetry, Guo Zhuangzhuang can only be considered an entry-level person, only slightly better than ordinary people.
Compared with those historical masterpieces, this poem "Drunk in the Flower Shades" certainly does not reach the level of masterpieces, but in modern society, especially in this era of literary decline, it is also considered a rare good work.
Qin Xuerong took a look and said softly, "This poem Drunken Flower Shadows seems pretty good. I think it's OK when I read it."
Wang Qian nodded: "Well, it's OK. It should be written by a female author. The style of graceful lyrics is very strong, and the female vision is obvious."
Qin Xuerong: "Then let's ignore him?"
Wang Qian smiled and said, "Why don't you pay attention to him? Are you afraid that I will lose?"
Qin Xuerong shook her head: "Of course not, I think you just released a work, you may have no ideas, no inspiration. Creation is not something that can be done on demand. Guo Zhuangzhuang has a bad reputation, and you taught him a lesson in the Zhejiang University class last time. Now he jumps out like a clown. If you ignore him, no one will say anything to you, but your fans may even criticize him."
Wang Qian said softly: "Of course I have to pay attention to him. If someone like Guo Zhuangzhuang jumps out every time, I will beat him to death so that he won't dare to jump in front of me again."
As he spoke, Wang Qian started writing on the keyboard.
Wang Qian will not show mercy to Guo Zhuangzhuang, who is similar to Guo Dasi in his memory.
Although they are both in the same circle, Wang Qian also hates Guo Dasi very much.
…
Li Qingyao and Yang Yu both woke up very late in the morning and made a simple breakfast together.
Yang Yu operated the tablet computer and placed it in front of the two of them. While eating, he said, "Wang Qian's new song has been downloaded over 15 million times in one night, and now it has exceeded 17 million. I don't know why these people are so obsessed with him. It may exceed 20 million in a while. Over 20 million downloads in a single day, this was something no one dared to think of before."
Li Qingyao said softly: "Didn't you download it too? Just compare Wang Qian's songs with the songs of other people in Tengfei and you will know."
Yang Yu: "I know the gap is huge, but it's still too exaggerated. Qianqian Jingting is just a new platform. If Wang Qian releases songs on Tengfei, wouldn't the data be even more explosive?"
Li Qingyao nodded: "That's for sure!"
Yang Yu: "It's a pity that he and Tengfei fell out, and we can't see what miracles he can create. He did have absolute appeal in Qianqian Jingting, but he exhausted his potential in one day. Compared with today, the improvement after that can be ignored. By the way, check his Weibo to see if he has released any works."
Yang Yu clicked on Wang Qian’s Weibo!
I saw there was already a new song on it.
"As a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family all the more during every festive occasion."
"I know my brothers are climbing the mountain, but there is one less person wearing the dogwood branches!"
Yang Yu stopped eating.
Li Qingyao also stopped eating.
“It seems OK.”
Yang Yu said with self-awareness.
She looked at the reviews in several literary circles and found that they were all positive.
but!
She also saw Guo Zhuangzhuang's comment: "Guo Zhuangzhuang, why did he come out like that? He's really shameless."
A hint of disgust also flashed in Li Qingyao's eyes.
She had met Guo Zhuangzhuang, who was not very famous at that time. Guo Zhuangzhuang wanted her contact information and promised to give her the female lead in the future adaptation of his novel, but she refused.
She knew Guo Zhuangzhuang's purpose, so she refused directly without giving him any chance.
Moreover, she also knew that 80% of what Guo Zhuangzhuang promised were empty promises.
This kind of thing is very common in the circle.
Many newcomers to the circle have been deceived by this kind of empty promise, and then slept with for nothing, but they dare not say it because they are afraid of offending the other party.
Next moment!
Yang Yu was surprised and asked, "Wang Qian replied?"
Li Qingyao asked curiously: "What's the reply?"
Yang Yu passed the tablet to Li Qingyao to look at together, his eyes full of surprise.
…
Mountain city!
Xiao Dongmei called Guo Zhuangzhuang: "Read it!"
Guo Zhuangzhuang stopped and looked back at Xiao Dongmei's back. A trace of greed flashed in his eyes, which was quickly hidden. He immediately said with a hint of excitement: "Wang Qian published an ancient poem that is also called "Drunken Flower Shade."
Xiao Dongmei turned around and looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang, then came to the desk, picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink that had not yet dried on the inkstone, held the brush in her hand, hovered it steadily over the white paper, and said lightly: "Read it!"
Guo Zhuangzhuang came to the table and recited: "Drunk in the Flower Shade."
"Thin fog and thick clouds make the day long and sad, fragrant agarwood melts the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, the jade pillow and gauze cabinet are chilled in the middle of the night."
Guo Zhuangzhuang recited softly, with a hint of shock in his eyes.
Just by reading these few sentences, Guo Zhuangzhuang knew that this was an excellent graceful poem, and it had a absolutely feminine vision and a feminine style of use of words.
He couldn't help but be surprised!
Wang Qian, a grown man, can write graceful lyrics from a female perspective so well
Xiao Dongmei's eyes also flashed with surprise and admiration, but her wrist holding the pen was steady, and she quickly wrote a line of neat small characters on the white paper, writing down all the sentences that Guo Zhuangzhuang read, and then said lightly: "Keep reading!"
Guo Zhuangzhuang nodded and continued to recite: "After dusk, I drink wine in the east fence, and there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. Don't say it's not heartbreaking, the curtains are rolled up by the west wind, and I am thinner than the yellow flowers."
hiss!
Finish reading.
Guo Zhuangzhuang fell silent and took a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart.
This poem!
With his professional vision, he could naturally see that it was definitely an excellent work, not inferior to those ancient poems that have been recorded in history, nor inferior to the ancient poems written by Wang Qian before.
All of them have the potential to become masterpieces!
This guy!
Really not a human being!
Guo Zhuangzhuang's heart was trembling, and he regretted looking for Xiao Dongmei this time.
Xiao Dongmei, with her wrist still steady, wrote the rest of the words on the white paper in one breath, slowly put down the brush, stood in front of the desk, looked at the graceful ancient words written by herself on the white paper, and fell silent.
Guo Zhuangzhuang suppressed the shock in his heart, looked at Xiao Dongmei cautiously, and said softly: "Dongmei, how about I delete the Weibo post I just posted? Anyway, my reputation is not very good. There are a lot of people who criticize me every day. If I delete the Weibo post and keep silent, no more people will criticize me."
When Guo Zhuangzhuang saw this piece of work, he didn't dare to confront it head-on. He wanted to take the blame himself and protect Xiao Dongmei. Anyway, he was not worried about his many debts.
Xiao Dongmei's eyes never left the work on the white paper. After hearing what Guo Zhuangzhuang said, she glanced at him and said calmly, "Do you think that others can't see that you published my work?"
Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled awkwardly, then patted his strong chest muscles and said, "It's okay. Just don't admit it. I'll take care of everything."
Xiao Dongmei's tone remained calm as she said bluntly, "I'm not as shameless as you."
Guo Zhuangzhuang once again showed an awkward smile instead of a polite one: "Yes, Dongmei, you are different from me, so what are you going to do?"
Xiao Dongmei's eyes were full of water-like flexibility. Her sight remained on the white paper. She spoke softly but forcefully: "I write, you publish! Although I am not as good as him, I will not give up. It just so happens that I just wrote a graceful poem a few days ago. It is the best one I have written in recent years."
Guo Zhuangzhuang's eyes flashed with surprise: "Okay, Dongmei, thank you."
Xiao Dongmei slowly put away the paper with Wang Qian's Drunken Flower Shadows written on it, put it aside, and then said softly: "You don't have to thank me. After today, I won't know you anymore. I'm not doing this for you, but to have a good exchange with him. This poem I wrote a few days ago was inspired by his work. It is my best work in the field of ancient poetry. Even if it's still not as good as his, I still want to ask him for advice."
"He is half my teacher."
Xiao Dongmei said this very seriously.
Guo Zhuangzhuang was a little speechless.
In the literary circle, people like Xiao Dongmei are truly unique!
Think whatever you want and say whatever you want.
He often has a blank expression on his face, and uses the calmest tone of voice to say the most infuriating and cruel things, and he can also say self-deprecating things.
If Guo Zhuangzhuang had not been criticized for several years and had not had a strong psychological quality, he would not want to be a bootlicker even if Xiao Dongmei was impeccably beautiful.
Now, he knows that he is no longer qualified to be a bootlicker.
However, Guo Zhuangzhuang also had some admiration for Xiao Dongmei.
He openly admitted that his work was created with inspiration from the other person's work, and also admitted that the other person was half of his teacher!
He is the only one with such a broad mind in the literary circle.
It is not just talk that intellectuals look down on each other.
Guo Zhuangzhuang blatantly plagiarized other people's works, and even after the court's verdict, he shamelessly denied it.
Not to mention publicly admitting that one's own work was influenced by the other's work...
No literati would say that.
Only Xiao Dongmei dared to speak.
Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, you write it."
Guo Zhuangzhuang didn't say any more nonsense, because he knew that in front of Xiao Dongmei, all the sweet words and lies were meaningless and the other party could see through it at a glance.
Guo Zhuangzhuang first posted a message on Weibo.
"Professor Wang's works are still of the usual high standard and are amazing. My friend also admires him deeply, but he still has one more work he wants to send to Professor Wang for his appreciation."
"My friend said that this piece of work was inspired by his recent research on Professor Wang's works, and he hopes to have an exchange with Professor Wang."
Sent it out.
…
now!
The entire Weibo became lively again.
Many fans of Wang Qian, bystanders, and self-media were excited.
Wang Qian replied to Guo Zhuangzhuang and released another work.
"Both are intoxicated by the flowers. Although I don't know much about literature, I can tell that the difference is obvious. Professor Wang's work is good just by reading it. The last line is so intoxicating, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower, so sad."
"After reading Professor Wang's work, I felt a chill in my heart. Is this what it means to feel involved?"
"Amazing! Professor Wang's talent is simply sky-high."
"This poem, Drunken Flower Shadows, is so touching! The readers will feel sad unconsciously. It is heartbreaking. The curtains are rolled up by the west wind, and the people are thinner than the yellow flowers. I want to cry."
…
Professor Tang Hepeng quickly commented: "I didn't expect that Professor Wang could write such an excellent graceful poem. It's amazing! This "Drunken Flower Shadows" is no worse than the "Drunken Flower Shadows" by Zhao Qingyue in history."
Tang Hepeng's comments caused a stir in the literary circle.
Because this evaluation is too high.
Zhao Qingyue is the most famous female poet in history and one of the representatives of the graceful style of poetry. She left behind many popular graceful works, several of which are included in textbooks. She is a well-known great writer.
Tang Hepeng, however, compared this poem "Drunk in the Flower Shades" with the work of that great historical writer
Why
Several literary critics and self-media immediately refuted this.
"Isn't what Professor Tang said too absolute? Isn't the evaluation too high? Although Professor Wang's work is good, I haven't tasted it carefully, but how can he be compared with Zhao Qingyue? What qualifications does he have to compare with Zhao Qingyue?"
"Zhao Qingyue's Drunken Flower Yin is in the textbook, and everyone can recite it. What about Wang Qian's Drunken Flower Yin?"
"Professor Tang is getting old and confused."
Tang Hepeng ignored these rebuttals and did not delete them. After publishing, he and Bai Hua had tea and chatted in the office.
…
Capital city.
Xue Zhenguo and Xue Man looked at the work posted by Wang Qian, and both father and daughter frowned!
It's not bad.
But it’s so good!
But, it’s just because it’s so good.
They frowned in confusion.
Because this is a graceful poem that is completely based on a female perspective.
If it was written by a female author.
They won't wonder like that.
But this was written by Wang Qian.
You are a grown man, why do you do that
Xue Man smiled bitterly and said, "How can Wang Qian grasp the psychology of women so clearly and delicately? This graceful poem is so good. I think what Professor Tang said is right, and it is no worse than Zhao Qingyue's Drunken Flower Shadow."
Xue Man muttered to herself, "After dusk, I drink wine in the east hedge, and there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. Don't say it's not heartbreaking, the curtains are rolled up by the west wind, and I am thinner than the yellow flowers!"
Just by reading it, Xue Man felt intoxicated.
This is the most surprising and favorite work of Wang Qian, no doubt about it, it simply touched her heart.
Xue Zhenguo was silent for a few seconds, then he read it again carefully and said, "Indeed, I believe it if it's Zhao Qingyue's work. This Wang Qian is simply a monster!"
Xue Zhenguo no longer knew how to describe Wang Qian.
It can only be described as a monster.
Bold and unrestrained style.
The graceful style!
All so well written.
Among so many great writers in history, no one has ever achieved this.
Because everyone's personality and hobbies are fixed within a range, and inspiration and works are generated within this range, and it is impossible to exceed this range.
People with bold personalities cannot write good graceful poems. Perhaps they can rely on their strong literary skills to force themselves to use words and sentences to write a neat graceful poem, but it will not be very good and cannot be compared with those classic graceful poems, because its spirit is not of the graceful style!
On the contrary, the same is true for introverted and graceful poets, who cannot write excellent bold and unrestrained poems.
but…
Wang Qian has almost done it now.
I am bold and unrestrained.
I am graceful again.
So what are you
This is what Xue Zhenguo is wondering now.
In his eyes, Wang Qian became mysterious.
Can't see through!
Xue Man said quickly: "Guo Zhuangzhuang is talking again. I can be sure now that he is with Senior Sister Dongmei and is using her as a weapon. But how could Senior Sister Dongmei be fooled by him?"
Xue Man knew very well how calm and wise Xiao Dongmei was.
If it weren't for Xiao Dongmei's personality, Xue Man knew that this most outstanding Chinese student at Peking University in the past decade or so would not have gone to Yamashiro University to become a professor. She was fully qualified to stay at the school to teach, and with her talent and hard work, she might have become a professor at Peking University now.
It was because Xiao Dongmei offended some people with her words that she had to leave Peking University. Xue Zhenguo even argued with several leaders about this. In the end, it was Xiao Dongmei who took the initiative to choose to leave, which resolved the storm.
How could such a smart senior sister who doesn't care about other people's faces, speaks directly, dares to offend anyone, and will not compromise with anyone, and is incredibly talented, be fooled by Guo Zhuangzhuang
Xue Man didn't believe it at all.
Xue Zhenguo said softly: "It's not certain who is fooling whom. Maybe Dongmei is using Guo Zhuangzhuang to communicate with Wang Qian remotely?"
Xue Man was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "This is indeed possible. Senior Sister Dongmei is very likely to do this. Guo Zhuangzhuang is not so arrogant anymore. Guo Zhuangzhuang said that Senior Sister Dongmei has been studying Wang Qian's work recently, so she got the inspiration. This makes sense! Senior Sister Dongmei may be using Guo Zhuangzhuang to communicate with Wang Qian."
Xue Zhenguo was stunned and asked, "Does Dongmei have any more works?"
Xue Man nodded: "That's what Guo Zhuangzhuang said on Weibo, saying that Senior Sister Dongmei has another work to be published!"
Xue Zhenguo laughed: "It is indeed Dongmei, not afraid, not ashamed, not arrogant, and not angry. In my life, the student who made me most satisfied is Dongmei."
Xue Man asked: "What about me?"
Xue Zhenguo glanced at his girl and said, "You are far from it."
Xue Man was speechless and said she was used to it.
This is my biological father.
bite!
Xue Man quickly opened the Weibo post and took a look.
I found out that it was Guo Zhuangzhuang who released the latest news.
"I am sending this work on behalf of my friend. Professor Wang, please appreciate it."
"A Plum Blossom..."
Xue Man read it out immediately.
Xue Zhenguo also listened carefully.
Read it quickly.
The father and daughter looked at each other, both with surprise in their eyes.
This is a song called Yi Jian Mei.
The level exceeds the song "Drunk in the Flower Shades" released by Guo Zhuangzhuang just now.
Moreover, the literary background expressed exceeds all the works of Xiao Dongmei that Xue Zhenguo and Xue Man know, including the two modern poetry collections she has published.
This is a song called Yi Jian Mei.
It is one of the best works by modern literary authors they have ever seen.
perhaps…
It is only slightly inferior to some of Wang Qian's works.
"Dongmei has made great progress."
Xue Zhenguo said with a hint of excitement in his voice.
There are such students.
He was also proud of it.
Xue Man also praised: "Yes, I went to Shancheng to visit Senior Sister Dongmei last year. She doesn't play with mobile phones, tablets, and rarely uses computers. There are only a few communication apps on her mobile phone to contact her family. Apart from attending classes, she usually reads books and learns to write at home. I admire her very much. She deserves such progress."
Xue Man immediately forwarded and liked the work released by Guo Zhuangzhuang, and made a comment praising it: "Senior Sister Dongmei's work amazed my father and me. This is also the best ancient poem written by Senior Sister Dongmei, and it is enough to become one of the representative works of modern ancient poems."
She did not compare Xiao Dongmei's work with Wang Qian's previously published works.
Because she knew clearly that there was still a gap between the two.
Although it's only a little bit off.
But this slight difference represents the difference in levels. One is a masterpiece of today, and the other is a masterpiece that can be compared with the works of historical literary masters.
Therefore, she did not mention Wang Qian at all, but only praised the work. In order to prevent Guo Zhuangzhuang from taking advantage and gaining fame for her senior sister, she directly mentioned Xiao Dongmei's name.
Almost no one outside the literary circle knows who Dongmei is.
However, everyone in the circle knows who Dongmei is.
Xue Zhenguo's eyes sparkled. He took out his cell phone and wanted to call Xiao Dongmei, but stopped and asked, "Where's Wang Qian?"
Xue Man was also stunned for a moment, and then she remembered that Wang Qian had not spoken yet.
After she posted her comment, she quickly clicked on Wang Qian’s Weibo.