There was an uproar offstage!
Meng Dongguo was also shocked. How could it be possible!?
Big Thunder and Zheng Anbang looked each other in the eye as a bad premonition hit them!
Everyone suddenly had a staggering thought. Meng Dongguo wasn’t first? Then who was first? Who would be the champion for this Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet?
The female notary paused for a while before looking and said loudly, “Voted first for this Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, Zhang Ye! ‘Shuidiao Getou’! Vote count…” Upon reading up to here, the female notary’s voice also had a tinge of surprise. Actually, she and her colleague had already seen the votes and placings; however, now upon looking at it again, the female notary felt that it was unbelievable. “The vote count for ‘Shuidiao Getou’ is…158,600!”
150,000?
150,000 votes??
What the f*** to your fifth granny!
Upon hearing this, the audience was completely shocked