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31 The vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association is a fan of the Legend of the Sword and Fairy?

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Zhao Changhuan was stunned to the extreme. Three question marks seemed to appear above his head.“???”

Liu Yifei immediately realized that she had misunderstood. When she woke up, she lowered her head and closed her eyes."That, that, I mean..."

Not knowing how to explain it, Liu Yifei's mind was in a mess!

Zhao Changhuan seemed to have understood something. He laughed and said,"You little girl, you're actually daydreaming. Don't tell me you think that I've fallen in love with you?”

"Only... * Cough cough * It's not my imagination."

Liu Yifei raised her head with a determined expression.""It's clearly because what you said was too misleading!”

"What did I mislead you about?" Zhao Changhuan smiled.

"You told me…Dear..." Liu Yifei lowered her head again.

Zhao Changhuan burst into laughter again."You, you asked…What am I going to film in my next drama? What I mean is, my next drama is called 'Dear'!”

"Then you still said that you wanted to write a poem for me just because I liked it!”

Liu Yifei spoke again.

Zhao Changhuan suddenly stood up and leaned forward, face to face with Liu Yifei."That's right. As long as you like it, I can write countless poems. Even if it's one poem a day, that's fine.”

" Look, you misled me again!!"

Liu Yifei immediately leaned back and turned her head to the side."If you act like this, everyone will think that you've fallen in love with her!”

"Is that so?"

Zhao Changhuan pursed his lips and then laughed."Then just take it that I like you.”

Upon hearing Zhao Changhuan's words, Liu Yifei felt as if white smoke was coming out of her head again. She was so embarrassed that she was about to be cooked!

"Haha, I was just joking. Alright, put on your mask. I'll call the waiter in and give him the menu. It's time to eat!”

Seeing that Liu Yifei was about to faint, Zhao Changhuan stopped teasing her.

He didn't really like Liu Yifei. He just liked to tease her.

Soon, all the dishes were served.

However, just as Zhao Changhuan and Liu Yifei were about to start eating, there was a knock on the door.

Helpless, Zhao Changhuan and Liu Yifei put on their masks again.

Being a public figure had such a disadvantage. He was always afraid of being discovered and causing a sensation, so he could not live a free life.

When he opened the door, Zhao Changhuan saw the old man who was standing in front of the restaurant.

The old man laughed, his attitude extremely friendly."Hello, hello. We met in front of the shop just now. I'm the poet who wrote the poem before you.”

"I know." Zhao Changhuan replied politely, then asked in confusion,"Old Master, why are you looking for me?”

The old man didn't waste any time." Young man, it's like this. I saw two of your poems outside the shop just now. I really like them. So, I want to ask, do you have the intention to put these two poems on the China Poetry News?"”

"China Poetry News?"

"Isn't that a newspaper under the China Poetry Association?" Zhao Changhuan asked in surprise. It's said that only the poems of the members of the Poetry Association are displayed. I'm not a poet of the Chinese Poetry Association. This... Isn't it inappropriate?"

"There's nothing inappropriate about it!"

The old man smiled." As long as you are willing, you can immediately become a member of the China Poetry Association. You have the qualifications!"”

"May I know who you are?" Zhao Changhuan asked.

"The vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, Sun Cai!" the old man introduced himself.”

Zhao Changhuan was shocked!

Liu Yifei was also extremely surprised!

This was too much of a coincidence!

"Then, alright. If you can make these two poems qualified to be published in the China Poetry News, I can give you the authorization.”

Zhao Changhuan nodded.

"Very good. Then I'll calculate the price of these two poems for you at 100 yuan per word!”

Old Man Sun raised the bid.

"The price doesn't matter.”

Zhao Changhuan didn't really care about the price. He wasn't someone who lacked money.

It wasn't like he was selling his lyrics, he was just giving him the right to publish them.

If he could establish a relationship with them by granting them authority, why not?

"Oh right, young man, may I know your name…" Old Man Sun asked.

The old man was also a big shot, so Zhao Changhuan had no need to hide.

Hence, Zhao Changhuan took off his mask."My name is Zhao Changhuan."

"Zhao Changhuan?"

Seeing Zhao Changhuan's face, Old Man Sun was stunned for a moment before he exclaimed,"The Zhao Changhuan who made The Story of the Loyal Dog, I Am Not the Drug God, and the Legend of the Sword and Fairy??”

Zhao Changhuan did not expect himself to be so famous. He smiled and said,"That's right, that Zhao Changhuan is me.”

"Damn it! I say, why are these two poems so miserable and cruel…"

Old Master Sun stroked his beard." It was you, you little bastard, who did it. Now, everything seems normal!"”

"Old Master, you were clearly very polite just now…Why did he suddenly become so hot-tempered?”

Zhao Changhuan was confused by the old man's fierce look and the way he kept calling him a bastard.

The old master was too fickle!

Hearing Zhao Changhuan's words, Old Man Sun exploded."Tell me, why did you write Zhao Ling 'er to death?”

Zhao Changhuan was speechless.

Liu Yifei was speechless.

Well, now it was clear that the old man was a loyal fan of the Legend of the Sword and Fairy!

Liu Yifei took off her mask.

"Ling 'er?"!”

He glanced at Liu Yifei and then at Zhao Changhuan. The images of Li Xiaoyao and Zhao Ling 'er immediately appeared in his mind.

Then, the old man smiled thoughtfully."I get it, I get it. You can't be together forever in the TV series, but you can be together outside the TV. Haha, I'll eat you two up!”

Zhao Changhuan was speechless.

Liu Yifei was speechless.

"Old Master, what are you talking about?!" Liu Yifei immediately became shy!

Zhao Changhuan immediately changed the topic." By the way, Old Master, don't tell anyone about what happened here today. Also, about Shi, you don't have to use my name. Just use another name."”

"What about the others? I can't hang up on this. Give yourself a pen name!”

"Then... I'll call him Qian Hua."

These poems were written by Chinese poets in his previous life.

Zhao Changhuan had given himself the pen name Qian Hua. He wanted to use this name to pay tribute to all the Chinese poets in his previous life.

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