The official media is worth a thousand words.

Zijin News and Tianxia Daily have absolute authority. They have published articles saying that southern poets are excellent literary and artistic workers and are worth learning from, so others will never dare to say anything again.

If you want to criticize the poets in the south in the future, you have to think twice.

Wang Jiujiu was an expert in changing his mind when he saw the wind. When he saw that the official media had spoken, the public opinion was reversed! He quickly took a video and uploaded it to the fighting spirit.

In the video, he was wearing a black dress with a solemn expression and bowed ninety degrees to the camera.

"I, Wang Jiujiu, apologized to the southern poet. I have no eyes. What I said before was farts. Don't take it seriously! Now I am a true fan of the southern poet! Please forgive me and everyone."

After Wang Jiujiu apologized, Tang Rufeng's apology came late.

"I apologize to the poets in the south. The two poems "Chou Nuer" and "Yu Meiren" are amazing works. I am very talented, please forgive me."

With the two apology, the boiling of the Internet gradually subsided.

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On the other hand, there were constant private messages from Nan Li's Douyin backstage. It was Su Chengyu, Douyin's review editor. After the arrogant boss gave the order, she persevered to send thousands of messages to Nan Li.

"The great poet, please reply to me when you see it. My private V: duzhezuishuai (the most handsome reader)..."

When Nan Li saw this, he added Su Chengyu's V letter.

The other party immediately replied: "God, our company wants to cooperate with you for a long time."

Nan Li replied: "How to cooperate?"

Su Chengyu: "Great God, our company wants to open an exclusive channel for you and provide you with the best resources to promote you through omni-channel."

"Of course, we can make 50% of the advertising revenue and live broadcast revenue of your account?"

Nan Li knew that the income generated by such cooperation was generally divided into 82 yuan.

A company with a little conscience is 730 points.

Wuwukai shows that Douyin Company is indeed very sincere.

Nan Li replied: "I agree."

Su Chengyu was so excited that the great god was not as arrogant as she thought, and the great god was still very kind!

"Great God, this is an electronic contract. Look, if there is no problem, please print two copies and sign and send them."

Nan Li took a rough look and there was nothing wrong with it, so he agreed.

After the task assigned by the company was completed, Su Chengyu felt relieved.

Next, we will discuss the opening of an exclusive channel with Nanli.

The final result is as follows.

Channel name: Bingzhun Night Talk

Live broadcast time: every Wednesday, Friday night 8:00 pm to 10:00

Live broadcaster: Southern Poet

After finalizing, Su Chengyu opened an exclusive live broadcast room for Nanli, and used all channels of Douyin to issue pop-up announcements to users:

[I ask you how much sorrow can you have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward.]

[The Southern poets in the Ci world invite you to talk at night with candles at 8 p.m.]

[Talking about the world, life, ideals, Southern Poets are broadcast on the entire network.]

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As the world's largest city, the Magic City is known as the Pearl of the Orient.

This place brings together the world's top business groups and high-end talents.

On the banks of the Huangpu River, a towering skyscraper stands.

In this magic city where every inch of land is valuable, such a building is invaluable, and this is the headquarters of Yida Group.

Only Yida Group has such a wealthy and powerful approach.

At this moment, on the top floor of the 98th floor.

A young man, wearing big shorts, a floral shirt, flip flops, and a cigar in his mouth. He sat on the rooftop with his feet outside.

"Master Conghua, please come down soon. It's too dangerous. If you have a few things, I won't have the shame to see the master." Butler Wang Zhong frowned and was anxious.

"Uncle Zhong, don't worry about me, I'm worried!" Wang Conghua said worriedly.

Wang Zhong cried and said, "Young Master Conghua, you grew up with a golden spoon in your mouth. It's too late for others to envy you."

Wang Conghua shook his head: "You don't understand, my sorrow is not something that ordinary people can understand."

"You said, why is my father so rich? I'm worried."

"I was born as a rich second generation, and I couldn't even feel the feeling of going from a poor man to a successful person. I'm so worried!"

"Other people's lives are marathons. From the beginning to the end, I was lying at the end as soon as I was born. I was worried!"

"My father gave me 300 million to do business, and I made one billion a year."

"That's what those people on the Internet said: Wang Conghua's father gave him 300 million yuan, and he made 1 billion yuan, which was more than three times. My father gave me five dollars, and I bought a pair of gloves and a bottle of water. When I went to the construction site, I made 200 yuan a day, which was forty times more! It turns out that we still have the ability, but we lack background!"

"They said that I, Wang Conghua, have nothing but a rich father."

Speaking of this, Wang Conghua took a sip of the cigar, and his eyes showed deep loneliness:

"Oh, life is so lonely as snow. Who knows the pain of rich people?"

At this moment, a short video was played on the LED building screen on the skyscraper opposite Wang Conghua.

"...I would like to ask you how much sorrow you can have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

When these two sentences sounded, Wang Conghua seemed to have found a soulmate.

"Damn it, master, this is a master."

"This person understands me, and this poem perfectly describes the mood of this young master."

"Southern poet? What a literary name." Wang Conghua silently wrote down this name.

He is a vulgar man and grew up lying in the pile of money. Because he is impatient, he has a deep yearning and respect for cultural people.

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"Southern poets want to broadcast live on the entire network?"

After Mr. Wen Qianqiu learned the news, he was almost fainted in surprise.

Afterwards, he announced: "From today, Wednesday and Friday evening self-study was cancelled, and it will be replaced by everyone watching the live broadcast of Southern Poets."

Wen Qianqiu decided to lead students from Bailudong Academy, one of the four major academies to watch the live broadcast of Southern Poets!

This decision was like sending southern poets to the altar.

Wow!

The School of Literature is in full swing.

"Yes, I can enjoy the fighting sounds openly in the evening self-study in the future. Thanks to the poets in the south!"

"Professor Wen is so enlightened. Southern poets are very talented. You will definitely learn a lot when watching his live broadcast."

"Yes, I'm so looking forward to it."

Compared with the boring evening self-study, it is of course more interesting to watch the live broadcast of Southern Poets.

For a moment, the name of southern poets spread at the speed of light, and their popularity remained high...

Unlike other erotic and slutty people, others are good-looking anchors, who attract audiences by singing and dancing and revealing their clothes. The Southern poet may be the only anchor who has not yet shown his face and can gain a large number of fans by relying on his talent alone.
Chapter completed!