This was Su Shi’s poem!
This was the famous “Shuidiao Getou”!
Did he need to rely on his colleagues’ ten or so votes to help pull up his vote count by pretending to go to the bathroom? That would be too drastic a drop in this work’s value. This would be too much. If this was seen by people from his world, they would all be laughing their heads off! Anyway, Zhang Ye would not do something this embarrassing! If people did not appreciate this melody poem, “Shuidiao Getou”, then Zhang Ye was also helpless. He was also helpless if the vote count did not increase.
Forget it.
Let’s resign ourselves to fate.
Whatever Zhang Ye could do, he had done. He had also worked hard. Now, to see if Su Shi’s masterpiece was able to reverse the situation and whether it was able to help Zhang Ye trample on the bunch of people from the Writers’ Association and establish his fame. All that he could do was wait. Everything was in the hands of the people to judge!
Five minutes…
Ten minutes…
Time flew. Even if Zhang Ye was looking forward to it and more time was given to him and the listeners, the watch would not stop. Soon, it was already 2 o’clock!
“Alright, now the voting has ceased.” Zhang Huo announced, “We are waiting for the notaries to consolidate the final scores. While they are reviewing it, let us recount the classic poems from before.”
With the recording played, Meng Dongguo, Zheng Anbang and Big Thunder’s poems were replayed once again.
Soon, a man and a woman from the Chengdong District’s Notary Office came over with a book. “It’s done.”
The female host, Sun Mengjie, smiled, “The comrades from the Notary Office have done the statistics, and I’m dying to know what the results are. I need to first take a look.”