"I am an unemployed person at home, so of course I am willing to do my job!" Zhao Xue agreed immediately.

"By the way, Teacher Zhao, the program you made before that reflects the reality of the visual experience is called? Is there a complete plan? Can you restart such a program on WeChat Video?" Wang Qian mentioned it to Zhao Xue. Wang Qian had no plans to do this program before, but since he had recruited someone like Zhao Xue, let's start this program.

The purpose of Wang Qian's program is of course aimed at Yangsi, and he has always claimed that he is the Voice of Justice. Now Wang Qian wants to make a real show to become the signature program of WeChat Company in the future.

Just like when people mention sheep sight, they will think of the same.

"Yes! I planned that program myself. It took me half a year to work hard and the case has been stored at home! I thought I might never see the light of the sky again, so Mr. Wang is interested?" Zhao Xue looked at Wang Qian.

"Yes, have I been expelled from the TV industry by being a swelling and swelling? I am now signed as a host on WeChat Video, and of course I am also a program producer. I have planned several programs, but I feel that it is not rich enough. Isn't I promoting positive energy in society now? I am considering making a positive energy program to make the content of WeChat Video richer and more comprehensive. Teacher Zhao's in this regard is exactly what I want. If Teacher Zhao is willing to give up, I can publish the copyright fee." Wang Qian smiled.

"Don't let anything be cut off or not. This show is my ideal. Just like my child, it would be a great pleasure to see the light of day again. Not to mention the copyright fees, even if I let me pay for it." Zhao Xue looked at Wang Qian like a soulmate. There are so few young people who can be as responsible as Wang Qian, and there are too few who have ideals.

"That's so thankful!" Wang Qian was not polite to Zhao Xue, and he would just compensate her for her salary and benefits in the future.

"Teacher Wang, although I am very happy that you are willing to restart this program, I also want to remind you that there are great risks and troublesome things to do this program. The original intention of our work on this program..." Zhao Xue kept complaining to Wang Qian.

"This matter is indeed very troublesome, but as news media people, we must shoulder our responsibilities, build a platform for the lower-level people to speak out for them, and fulfill the obligation of news supervision. Trouble is just spending more money. For me, things that money can solve are not a problem." Wang Qian waved his hand to Zhao Xue, with a very calm expression on his face.

"Teacher Wang is indeed a responsible person! I used to hear that Teacher Wang exposed corruption and fought against evil forces, but I also heard a lot of rumors and bad things about Teacher Wang. Today I saw it with my own eyes and ears, and I truly realized Teacher Wang's character!" Zhao Xue was very excited after hearing what Wang Qian said just now.

Others also praised Wang Qian, perhaps sincere or just joined in the fun.

This private room in Chuhao Hotel has floor-to-ceiling windows. While drinking, everyone can enjoy the beautiful scenery of Huanghe City.

Zhou Jie drank too much and went out to go to the bathroom, but unexpectedly met several acquaintances in the private room next door. They were the head of the Huanghe City Building Management Office, and Xiong Bin, the president of the Huanghe City Poetry Association, accompanied Yang Jiaxi, the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, and several members of the Chinese Poetry Association to come to the Chuhao Hotel to drink. When asked about Zhou Jie, it turned out that Wang Qian was treating him next door.

Zhou Jie also named the Chinese Poetry Association and took the group of people into the private room where Wang Qian was, introducing the two parties to the meeting. The private room here had almost drunk enough wine, so everyone sat together and chatted casually.

"I heard that Teacher Wang's poems are well written. Has he been rated by a poet?" Xiong Bin, president of the Huanghe Poetry Association, asked Wang Qian.

"No." Wang Qian shook his head.

"How is it so easy to get a poet rating? President Xiong is too unfair to rating a poet? What kind of cat and dog can get a poet rating if they write a poem?" Zhu Guangqiang, an old man next to Yang Jiaxi, vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, scolded Xiong Bin with a few words unhappy.

"That's right, the poet's rating is equivalent to the Go rating, and it's even harder. Without decades of immersion in poetry career, you can't even think about it." Yang Jiaxi, vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association, nodded, and looked a little unhappy with Xiong Bin in his eyes.

"Yes! I, Xiong, have been writing poems for half of my life, decades, and hundreds of poems. I am still a third-level poet. I don't know when I will be able to be ranked first." Xiong Bin sighed.

"At present, there are only seven poets in the entire China, and our vice president, Mr. Yang, is one of them." Zhu Guangqiang, the old man next to the vice president, expressed his proud expression.

Yang Jiaxi seemed very proud when she heard the words of the old man Zhu Guangqiang around her. It was not appropriate for her to brag if she had the ability. Only when someone around her could she help her brag would she achieve the effect of showing off.

"This time they invited Mr. Yang to come here just to write a poem for Huanghelou. Mr. Yang thought it was low for 200,000 yuan. It was really difficult to get a first-class poet to take action!" Zhou Jie introduced Hou Longtao, the head of the Huanghelou Management Office, to Wang Qian.

"Old Yang, you know that our management office is actually a public institution. It is not easy to apply for a 200,000-yuan poem title fee. You promise to give us one!" The person in charge Hou Longtao continued to beg Yang Jiaxi, which was also the reason why he invited these people to dinner at the Chuhao Hotel today.

"Can the poet still rate it? Who evaluated it? Is there any? "Wang Qian asked Zhou Jie curiously.

"Young man who doesn't know the height of the world! What does a poet still have to rating? Is there a good or not? You can ask this?" Yang Jiaxi and several other old men were immediately displeased when they heard Wang Qian's words, and one of them even questioned Wang Qian directly.

"Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. I am just curious about how poets can still be rated. Don't be too sensitive, all poetry lovers." Wang Qian had no choice but to explain a few words to the old men.

"Poetry lovers? Do you call us first-level, second-level, and third-level poets as poetry lovers? Young people, you are becoming more and more ignorant of the world!"

"Did you write a few wrong poems on Weibo, such as "the temple is small and the wind is strong, and the pool is shallow and the turtle is too many"? I think I am a poet?"

"Young man, I think you have no ink in your chest and spit out feces in your mouth!"

After hearing what Wang Qian said, several old men became even more upset and scolded him one after another.
Chapter completed!