The audience watched attentively and listened carefully.
The children of China, who had a strong sense of national honor, never expected such an outcome.
The tens of millions of viewers in front of the screen began to gather their anger.
In the end, it was like a volcano that had been silent for countless years suddenly erupting.
In an instant, lava spewed out tens of thousands of meters into the air.
"What did you say?"
"Say that again?"
"Are you joking?"
"Professor Zhu, this is no joke.”
"Six hundred and eighteen poets, one thousand and twenty-three poems, and not a single one was chosen?”
"How is that possible? There's definitely something fishy going on."
"It's impossible, even if it's a chance.”
"Out of 15,000 poems, the probability of choosing 100 poems is less than 7(1,000.
1,023 songs. In terms of probability, he should have chosen seven songs?
How trashy are our Chinese poets?
That was why he had missed all of his songs with such a high probability.”
"F * ck, I don't believe it. This is definitely not true.”
"Are they all idiots? More than 600 people, and not even one of them hit the target. You're ashamed of the Chinese.”
"We should just f * cking drag them out and shoot them. They ran out of the country to embarrass themselves, yet they still have the face to come back.”
"I was so angry that I threw my phone away. No matter how bad it is, it can't be this bad, right?”
"Everyone in the world is watching. You guys don't find it embarrassing, but I still want my face.”
"China's 5,000 years of history, Tang poetry and Song poetry that have been passed down through the ages, shining through the ages, has been destroyed in your hands.”
"I can't describe my feelings at this moment. This group of poets are worse than the national football team.”
"How embarrassing.”
"F * ck, the poetry world? A group of rabble, a group of idiots, a group of idiots.”
"Seeing their anger, I feel gratified.”
"As I said before, the people of our future generation are not without courage or a sense of national honor.
On the contrary, they lived in an era where the country was developing rapidly.
Their sense of national honor and patriotic feelings far exceed our generation.
They were just living in a peaceful era.
They didn't know that the country wasn't strong enough back then, so they suffered unfair treatment.
They were the sparks of fire. If there was a chance, they could start a prairie fire.”
"Yes, this generation of children is the hope of China. Zhu Xing is good. He let them live a rich life and still see the bloody scars from before.”
"It's good that there's anger."
"Although the scolding was more euphemistic, you still saw our bloodthirstiness back then.”
"..."
Some of the people in front of the screen in the live broadcast room knew about this incident back then.
After all, this matter had a huge impact at that time.
She was also on the headlines of the trending searches.
However, a large portion of the audience did not know about this.
There was no other reason.
They were too young.
Eleven years ago, the freshmen who were currently graduating from university were only twelve or thirteen years old at that time.
At that age, all he thought about was how to play.
Who would care about such things?
Moreover, even if he cared, he wouldn't understand the deeper meaning behind it.
Therefore, when they found out that the outcome was like this.
They were furious.
Due to the rapid economic growth in recent years, China's status in the international arena had become higher and higher. It was already on par with the beautiful countries.
These young people in their twenties.
They were enjoying the best dividends.
The sense of national honor was also at its peak.
He suddenly heard that such a thing had happened ten years ago. How could he possibly maintain his self-control?
They were cursing and cursing furiously to vent the anger in their hearts.
In the live broadcast room.
The originally curious Zi Feng was also unable to contain his anger at this time.
"Grandpa Zhu, why didn't any of them get chosen? There were more than six hundred poets. There should be a few who were quite capable.
Even if it was just one song, it would be fine.
If all of them failed, wouldn't the country lose all its face?”
Zi Feng was about to cry.
Such a big move would definitely attract the attention of the whole world.
In the end, the 600 Chinese poets and 1,000 poems were wiped out.
She could not accept this result.
Zhu Xing felt that the effect had been achieved, so he answered Zi Feng,""No, not a single one."
Zi Feng clenched his small fists tightly and looked at Zhu Xing blankly, stubbornly not letting his tears flow down.
This scene, anyone who saw it would feel heartache for Zi Feng.
Ten years had passed.
Why did he use it to hurt the younger generation?
Yang Mi couldn't bear it and lightly walked over, using both hands to support Zi Feng's shoulders.
He was about to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.
This scene.
How was it any different from her reaction when she heard about it back then?
Zhu Xing did not have the slightest sympathy or pity. He sneered,"Do you think that's it?”
The cursing stopped abruptly.
The audience stared blankly at the screen.
His face was filled with disbelief.
What did he mean?
Was there anything more unacceptable than this?
The cruel Zhu Xing continued to add fuel to the fire for this group of young people.
"Morch used gratitude as an excuse to make a carefully designed form.
Then, he posted it on the headlines of Time Magazine, New York Daily, and other international media outlets.
Moreover, in order to highlight the uniqueness of China.
He even marked the Chinese data column in red.
He even wrote a paragraph with ulterior motives.
Even though none of the 1,000 poems from China were selected, I was touched by their charity.”
"F * ck!"
"This is f * cking intentional, right?”
"This is obviously targeting China, okay?”
"What is Morch trying to do? Are you bullying us?”
"I'm so angry, so angry.”
"It's especially red and even published on the front page headlines of these international media outlets.”
"I'm so angry that I'm spitting blood. Isn't this an obvious insult to China?”
"In the future, boycott all of Morch's works.”
"This scumbag deserves to be cut into pieces.”
He didn't know when Zhu Xing's wife had sent him a tablet.
On the tablet screen, the mushroom house's live broadcast was displayed.
Looking at the curses that flashed past, Zhu Xing's heavy heart finally relaxed a little.
However, he definitely had no intention of letting this group of young people go.
"Are you angry now?
She was angry just like that?
He vomited blood just like that?
Was he going to die just like that?
It was too early. Things were not over yet.
After I'm done talking about this matter, it's not too late for you to die.”
"Boom!"
Those young people who didn't know about this matter heard Zhu Xing's words.
It was as if his head had been hit by something heavy.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Why was he only here to watch a live broadcast?
Yet he had to suffer such a heavy blow?
This was clearly an entertainment program, so why was there an old cannon with such sharp words?
Zhu Xing did not care about the feelings of these young people and said to himself,"This time, poets from 68 countries are participating in the poetry collection.
The poets who were selected the most were naturally from the beautiful country.
A total of six poets and six poems were selected.
Other than China.
All the other countries had poems selected for this collection of poems.
I'm afraid you don't understand, so I'll put it in another way.
In other words, among the 68 countries.
Only Chinese poems were not selected.
Later on, Morch even specially compiled an article.
The general meaning was:
The poetry collection this time was conducted in a completely fair and just environment.
If you fail, it's just that your level isn't high enough.
Don't blame us for being unfair.
Hehe…fun,
right?"
Zhu Xing, who was furious when he mentioned this matter, suddenly stopped being angry.
These words were said lightly.
However, it made the already angry young netizens even angrier.
"What choice? As long as you're not an idiot, you can tell that this is deliberately targeting China.”
"Morch is truly sinister.”
"He's deliberately embarrassing China.”
"What f * cking public welfare? This is clearly a scheme.”
"I'm so angry, so angry.”
"In the beginning, I thought that it was because our country's poets were not good enough. Now it seems that it has nothing to do with their standards. As long as they are Chinese, they can forget about getting selected.
It's useless no matter how well you write it."
"What about Yun Zhonghe? I remember that he became popular that year. Did his work not get selected?”
"It's too disgusting."
"Are we just going to let this matter go?”
"..."
In the live broadcast room, Zi Feng was so angry that his hands were trembling slightly.
She asked Zhu Xing,"Grandpa Zhu, didn't the Chinese poet resist? This is obviously bullying us."
Zhu Xing laughed coldly."Of course, they resisted. 618 poets wrote a joint letter to the diplomatic ambassador in America at that time and handed it to Morch.
The other party called back with just one sentence.”
"What words?"
Zhu Xing sneered and replied,""Instead of wasting your time writing to me, you might as well improve your writing skills.”
"Phew…"
Zi Feng was so angry that he gritted his teeth."What about Yun Zhonghe? He's now the top existence in the world of poetry.
Did he write a poem for the audition?”
"No!"
"He won't, and he won't bother to participate in the selection," Zhu Xing said resolutely.
He only became famous after this incident.
And the reason why he wrote poems.
It was because of this that he felt humiliated.
He wanted to take revenge for the Chinese poetry world!
He stood out alone.
One stroke could stop a thousand troops!
However, this was the aftermath.
Before this, the Chinese poetry world was not convinced by Morch's methods and even made a final struggle.
And it was this struggle.
It would completely destroy the Chinese poetry world!”
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