Teacher Zheng opened his eyes, “Let’s put aside whether the poem is right for the occasion; just this “Dead Water” has broadened my horizons. Originally, I did not intend to join the jury this year. I’m already old and should step back. But now I feel that I’m very thankful to have come here. Hur Hur. Do you believe it? Just with this modern poem, I dare to say that this young man will definitely carve a name for himself! One may as well let the Devil cultivate it! And see what kind of world he will create? I’m very interested to see how this young man will create such a world!”
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At this moment, the most angry people were the radio station’s Leaders!
There was no need to mention the unit’s Station Head. He had already promised his old comrade’s child this year’s Silver Microphone Award, but ended up failing. This already made him extremely angry. Now, Zhang Ye came along with a finishing move.