One answer was blacklisted by the TV station

Feng Qiang's words made the originally noisy studio hall fall silent again.

Those who knew the inside story all widened their eyes and watched the development of the situation carefully, for fear of missing something.

Those who didn't know were a little curious about the name Gu Qingyun.

Listening to the meaning of Feng Qiang's words, it seems that an ordinary teenager named Gu Qingyun has also contributed a lot in this show.

In the spirit of loving the house and Wu, the unaware audience and the audience in front of the TV also had an inexplicable good impression of Gu Qingyun.

Leadership.

Liu Hua, who had just finished presenting the award, sat down when he heard Feng Qiang say the three words Gu Qingyun.

The expression was stunned for a moment, and then he was relieved, sat on the chair, and waited quietly.

In his opinion, a person who can be fooled into signing a contract by his nephew should not have the courage to say anything inappropriate on this occasion.

If he had been so kind, he wouldn't have signed that contract in the first place.

Audience.

The colleague sitting next to Gu Qingyun couldn't help but look back at him, he knew the truth, and wanted to see what he would do?

All the people who knew the situation were also silently observing him.

They believe that since the matter is a foregone conclusion, it is better to take the opportunity to say two good words and leave a good impression in the hearts of the leaders.

But will Gu Qingyun do this? Or, the previous Gu Qingyun may have chosen this way, but the previous Gu Qingyun is dead!

Looking at Feng Qiang's provocative gaze on the stage, looking at the hostess's somewhat blank expression.

Gu Qingyun, who was sitting in the audience, smiled, it was a very happy smile.

Since the other party has to light the light in the toilet, he might as well lift the roof for him directly, which is more convenient.

Gu Qingyun stood up from the chair with a smile on his face and straightened the folds on his clothes with both hands.

Calmly walked towards the stage.

On the way, Gu Qingyun thought about taking the microphone and giving Feng Qiang a very motherly word, and then threw away the microphone and left the awards party.

But he was happy to do this, and Feng Qiang's real backstage did not suffer any losses.

If Feng Qiang was from the grassroots like him, how could he be arrogant enough to let himself sign the contract? If he

hadn't moved out of his uncle who was the deputy director, Gu Qingyun would not have agreed even if he was timid, right?

Therefore, the speed of his tongue is always inferior, we are civilized people, it is better not to say the words xxx and xxxx.

Walking onto the stage, Gu Qingyun had already figured out how to deal with Feng Qiang and his uncle.

It's just that this method is a bit like anti-aircraft guns fighting mosquitoes.

Looking at Gu Qingyun who walked on the stage, although the host didn't understand Feng Qiang's approach, he still politely asked Gu Qingyun.

"Mr. Gu Qingyun, do you have anything to add to what Mr. Feng Qiang said?"

Does she not know who the real winner of this award is? Or does she not know who Feng Qiang's backstage is?

But these Gu Qingyun can understand it, and it has been around since ancient times.

Taking over the microphone handed to him by the staff, Gu Qingyun looked at Feng Qiang and then at Liu Hua who was sitting under the stands, smiled

, and said, "Actually, the distance from my seat to the stage, I have thought a lot, and I have thought about scolding, but the award has been awarded, and the trophy is engraved with your Feng Qiang's name." Although

it is just a simple sentence, it also reveals a lot of information.

Why did he scold? Why did he say that the trophy was engraved with Feng Qiang's name?

These questions deeply attracted the audience in the audience and in front of the television.

Could it be that the winner of this award is someone else? Or is the real winner this young man?

When Feng Qiang heard this, the smile on his face remained unchanged, he had already guessed that Gu Qingyun would say this.

Calling him on the stage was just to make him make a fool of himself in front of everyone, after all, this is Huhai TV Station, and it is his uncle's territory!

The host couldn't help but interrupt when he heard this, and said: "Mr. Gu Qingyun, what do you mean by this? Are you questioning the authenticity of the awards we selected?"

The host's words directly took Feng Qiang out, grabbed the word trophy, and questioned Gu Qingyun.

The audience whispered, and the leaders also looked at the stage with interest.

I thought it would be boring to come here, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing, and I was instantly refreshed.

Gu Qingyun didn't bother to chew words with the host, looked at Feng Qiang with a smile on his face, sighed, and said:

"We all know right and wrong, I understand why you asked me to come to the stage, so let's do it, I won't say anything superfluous, I will send you a poem to your uncle, okay?"

As long as Gu Qingyun came to the stage, Feng Qiang's goal had actually been achieved.

As for saying that the other party wanted to send a poem, although he had already guessed that it would not be a good poem, he still made a gesture of please.

All this can only be blamed on your bad life, you don't have a relative who is an official, write poetry, even if you write a long work, you can't change this fact.

Liu Hua in the audience didn't take a poem seriously, even if this poem is written in the sky, nothing will change.

At this moment, the scene was quiet, and everyone was quietly waiting for the young man's poem on the stage.

Four cameras were aimed at him at the same time, in all directions, without dead ends.

Gu Qingyun held the microphone, looked up at the sky, then looked at the audience, and said flatly,

"I don't believe that the sky is blue."

I don't believe in the echo of Ray.

I don't believe dreams are fake.

I don't believe that death is without retribution.

These words made all the audience stunned again, and even Feng Qiang and the hostess on the stage were a little confused.

The sky is blue, thunder has echoes, dreams are fake, and death is nothing but the disappearance of vital signs.

Aren't these all real? Why don't you believe it at all?

Gu Qingyun didn't explain, and before everyone could figure it out, he spoke again:

"If the ocean is destined to burst,

let all the bitter water be poured into my heart.

If the land is destined to rise,

let humanity choose the peak of survival again. Another

incomprehensible passage, this hazy feeling made all the audience scratch their ears and cheeks, but they couldn't understand it.

"New turnarounds and twinkling stars

are filling the unobstructed sky.

That's 5,000 years of hieroglyphs, that's the

gaze of people in the future.

While everyone was struggling to understand the meaning of the first two sentences.

Gu Qingyun's voice suddenly rose, and his expression was even a little crazy:

"Meanness is the pass of the despicable

! Noble is the epitaph

of the noble! Look, in that gilded sky,

the crooked reflection of the dead is floating!".