“It’s gone mad! Everyone has gone mad!”
“How many votes did she say!? Did I hear wrongly?”
“Is that true? Isn’t this result just shooting out of the universe?”
“How can there be so many!? It isn’t scientific! Really too unscientific!”
“150,000? The dozen or so works from the Writers’ Association combined have fewer than Zhang Ye’s votes alone?”
“And it’s really true! One against ten! Complete victory!”
“All the Teachers from the Writers’ Association combined lost out to him? Holy ****!”
Too many people could not believe their ears. It was too unbelievable!
More than 150,000 votes? What did this mean? This meant that it was going against the Heavens! Others may not understand this, but how could they, as people from the radio station, not understand? This was because the poetry meet was special and it had an upper limit to the amount of attention it could garner. Every year’s Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet was not broadcast on television; it was just broadcast live through the radio. The year before last’s Hebei province’s Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet had an old man from the Hebei Writers’ Association for its champion. He won weakly with about 23,000 votes. And last year, the champion of the Jinshi Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet was an operatic actor from the Jinshi literary circles. As he had used the moon as his topic and performed an operatic piece, he won with an undisputable 37,000 votes!