Entertainment, I really only know a little

Chapter 67 It can’t really be that difficult, right?
The world talks about talent.

No one obeys anyone.

just.

When the actual competition takes place, everyone will know the extent of their talents.

Before that, many people thought that their level was not bad.

Some even think they are geniuses.

but.

When such a call for essays appeared, countless netizens, geniuses, were all dumbfounded.

It's almost green.

In the essay area, it was written: "Remove the essay, I'm a piece of garbage."

……

"What, Brother Qingyun, is this essay competition really so difficult?"

"I do not know either."

"Are we short of money?"

"No, it's 1 yuan per word. Isn't that enough?"

"How about adding some price, it's 1 yuan per word."

"I think it's 1 yuan per word, as long as they can write classic sentences."

"OK."

Chen Qingyun, Feng An, and Ouyang Chun are all wealthy owners.

The calligraphy stickers they have launched over the years have also made them a lot of money.

Although this essay collection does require a sum of money.

But compared to the money they make from calligraphy stickers, it’s nothing.

No second words.

Chen Qingyun increased the price of the essay competition from 10 yuan per word to 50 yuan per word.

have to say.

As soon as the price increases, it will naturally increase a lot of popularity.

This also makes more people interested in this kind of essay solicitation.

but.

When they saw the corresponding "Zengguang Xianwen", a group of friends who wanted to try it stopped again in front of such a classic sentence.

"Well, I still can't write it."

"It's 50 yuan per word. To be honest, I'm jealous, but... I'm trash."

"I'm trash too."

"I'm wondering if this essay is meant to mock us?"

"Why do you think so?"

"Otherwise, look, how many have been written?"

Of course this is not impossible to write.

But the question is written, which is very different from the sentences in Zengguang Xianwen.

then.

The following comments all read: I am trash.

……

"Brother Qingyun, I think this essay competition can't be continued."

Ouyang Chun said to Chen Qingyun.

"I feel it too."

Chen Qingyun also vomited blood.

"Then what do we do?"

Feng An said: "I took a look, and the development of Pang Zhonghua's posters is very strong. It may not have much impact on us now, but he has already begun to embezzle a series of other small brand posters. Give him a little more time, We probably have to finish our calligraphy stickers too.”

no way.

The three of them didn't expect it.

One day.

The competition in this word post is not about the words, but the content.

So is this still a calligraphy sticker?
Aren’t calligraphy stickers for practicing calligraphy?

Is it for practicing content?
There are some things they don't understand.

But it doesn't matter if they don't understand.

They know.

If their content cannot keep up, their market will be doomed.

"Don't worry, everyone, let's find a way. Some netizens may not be able to handle it, so let's find some people."

"Yes, Brother Qingyun, it seems that I can only find those masters. I seem to remember that one of the masters wrote very good prose."

"Is he the one who wrote "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond"?"

"That's right, that's him. You guys are really awesome. Almost all the sentences in the whole prose are classics. I think it should be fine if you ask this writer to do it."

"I'm impressed by what you said. However, it seems that this writer's royalties are already sky-high."

"Well, at that time, his price was 1 words, which is equivalent to the 10 yuan per word we used to solicit for essays. But what he wrote was prose, and each prose was one to two thousand words. In terms of income, it was obviously better than We count word by word. To invite him, we have to have some sincerity."

"Sincerity is a matter of price. As long as we hold on to the calligraphy sticker market, it doesn't matter how much we pay."

"I feel so too."

The three of them made up their minds.

Immediately, they began to look for the writer's contact information.

……

"Little grandpa, what's happened to you recently? I can't get through to you even if I call you."

"Xueru, why are you here?" "I'm afraid if you don't come again, I'll never see you again, little grandpa."

"Smelly girl, you are cursing me to death."

Wang Lin, the master of children's songs, glared at Wang Xueru.

But then, he remained the same, lying on the sofa feebly.

"Little grandpa, what are you doing?"

"Don't ask, I'm just not in the mood to ask."

"I'm not in the mood, little grandpa, who messed with you?"

"No one."

Although lying down.

But Wang Lin sat up and lay down sometimes, feeling very irritable.

Just when Wang Xueru was about to ask again.

But she saw a piece of music lying on the table.

"on the field of hope."

"Grandpa, have you written a new song?"

"Little grandpa, your new song is so great."

After humming softly, Wang Xueru said excitedly.

she feels.

This is the best children's song written by Wang Lin.

just.

The more excited Wang Xueru became, the more irritable Wang Lin became: "Okay, okay, if you say anything else, my little grandpa will be embarrassed to death?"

Wang Xueru didn't understand and looked at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin stood up and walked to the other side: "Don't look, I didn't write this song?"

"Who wrote that?"

"do not know."

Wang Lin complained.

speak up.

After Qingya appeared, Wang Lin once felt that there was a successor to Zhonglu Children's Song.

But this successor has people, too many people.

someone arrives.

Wang Lin felt as if Qingya was trying to outshine him.

Although Wang Lin has always been magnanimous, he would not say anything.

He is also happy to see this phenomenon.

I'd love to see it again.

As an artist, if you don’t have any ambition to compete for supremacy, then what kind of art is there?
Wang Lin naturally admired this composer named Qingya.

But the more he admired him, the more Wang Lin wanted to have a PK with this Qingya.

of course.

Wang Lin would not challenge Qingya directly.

in the art world.

PK is very simple.

Even if you don't meet Qingya, you can still try to write some works to compare with him.

But I don’t know if I don’t write it.

One write.

Wang Lin discovered it.

No matter how he writes recently, the songs he writes are far inferior to Qingya.

That's nothing yet.

When people get old, some of their talents may be exhausted.

But a few days ago in a restaurant, Wang Lin discovered it.

Not only can he not write songs of the same level as Qingya.

He even.

Even an ordinary person is a little inferior.

This is not.

Holding the song "On the Field of Hope", Wang Lin hasn't come back to his senses these days.

"What did I think, little grandpa, you are already a lot older, and you are still competing with young people."

"I'm going to compete."

"Grandpa, you are the master of nursery rhymes."

"Can't the masters compete with each other?"

"Uh... ok, ok... but it's totally unnecessary."

"Absolutely necessary."

"..."

Wang Xueru had a headache.

she knows.

At this moment, no matter what she said, Wang Lin couldn't listen.

just.

When he saw this song called "On the Field of Hope", Wang Xueru's eyes lit up: "Little grandpa, tell me, where did you meet that young man?"

(End of this chapter)