Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

Red Star Club, one of the four major clubs in Beijing, is famous in the upper circles of China because of its military background.

The Red Star Club is never open to the public, and those who can enter Ru have some more or less military and political backgrounds, otherwise, they would not be able to obtain a membership certificate that can be used.

The long corridor was quiet. After turning the passage a few times, the waiter leading the way stopped in front of a private room, then staggered his body and stood on one side, raised his hand and knocked on the door gently, and said softly to Dong Quan'an and his party with a smile: "Dear VIPs, I wish you a happy morning and a happy time."

Dong Quan'an smiled without revealing his lips and teeth. He took out a stack of red tickets from his pocket and patted the waiter's bulging nai, then stuffed it in from the collar of his clothes and said calmly: "Go."

Dong Quanan pushed open the door and heard a 'bang' sound of the wine bottle shattering, accompanied by the sound of anger: "kao, the loss in this round is too different, why are the scores so much worse?"

Dong Quanan walked into the box, looked around, and then frowned unconsciously.

The private room is large and the decoration is luxurious and comfortable enough. Even the placement of the houses in each place is unique, making it seem that the subtle parts are spent thinking.

At this time, there were dozens of people sitting upright and leaning on the sofa against the wall. There were many wine bottles scattered everywhere on the coffee table and the ground, and there was also a smell of alcohol in the room.

At this time, there was a man standing, looking very angry and yelling, pulling his tie loose, and even his face seemed to be a little red.

When they heard the door ringing, they couldn't help but turn their heads and look. When they saw Dong Quanan, Yi Ming and others walked in, they couldn't help but be subconsciously stunned.

"What's wrong? I don't know me anymore? I haven't come to participate in it a few times." Dong Quan'an's frown slightly relaxed again, and he smiled and walked inward.

"Brother Quan, I never thought you were here too. Come on..., sit down."

Dozens of people stood up one after another, and Chao Dong Quanan greeted him.

"Haha... I never thought that even Brother Quan, you are here. It seems that the so-called song meeting is really meaningful."

On the sofa near the corner of the wall, there was a man in a twenty-something dressed in a white shirt and rolled up his sleeves at this moment. He took a sip of the red wine in his hand, put down the wine glass and said slowly without raising his head.

Dong Quanan turned his head and immediately cursed, "Mihou, you are joking about me, don't you just sit still, and you are here too."

The Monkey's eyes were slightly fixed, and he couldn't help but make a slight sound. At the same time, he stood up and complained to Dong Quan'an, "Brother Quan, this is wrong. You don't say hello in advance if you want to come."

Even though Nihou said that, his steps did not stop and walked straight over. At this moment, anyone could tell that he was in a very good mood now.

"Haha..., are you clearly? I'll accompany the old man to visit Mr. Yi during the Chinese New Year this year. I didn't expect you to come too, and Brother Quan was too unauthorized, so he didn't say anything in advance."

Who will this person be so enthusiastic? I really don’t have any impression of him.

Yi Ming was full of doubts, but he couldn't figure it out, so he had to smile "hehe" and remain silent.

"Mingming, come..., come here." The monkey reached out and pulled Mingming with enthusiasm, and walked towards the sofa where he was sitting.

At this time, among the dozens of people, there was also the well-thought-minded person who thought about it, and the expressions on his face became much more exciting.

"Hey..., why are you standing stupidly? Haven't you seen a good friend come? You won't go and get some food and drink."

After many people sat down, someone spoke to the princess on the private room on the side of the door.

The mud monkey looked at Yi Ming with a smile on his face and said, "Mingming, it's only been a few months since you've seen each other, and you've grown a lot taller."

Dong Quanan took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, picked up a can of Qianwei beer on the coffee table and opened it with a big sip, took a big sip, exhaled and said, "When I first came in, I heard that I had lost a game, is it? Tell me..., what's going on?"

"Brother Quan, they are very prepared this time. Even the people invited are much better than usual."

A thin man wearing glasses quickly replied after hearing Dong Quan'an's words.

Dong Quan relaxed his tie and said with a moment of contemplation: "I'm confused, who doesn't know that next month's party is an excellent opportunity to gain appreciation from the top, and it is directly related to the 100th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China held next year. Naturally, you will not be careless. But you are too hasty."

"Brother Quan, you are wrongly accusing our brothers. It is related to the banquet next year. How dare we be hasty? It can only be said that they have prepared too well. Since even Ziqi has invited him, it is said that Ziqi has filled out three poems for them."

"Oh... Ziqi is here, and Jiao Buli Meng's Yuanyu must have come too? If so, it would be better to lose." Dong Quan'an asked in surprise after hearing this.

"Who said no? I really don't know what Mao Feng they both have done this time. They are usually quite tactful and never got involved. This time they come together."

After pondering for a moment, Dong Quan'an sighed and said, "Then it's really a little troublesome this time. If you lose three games in a row, you really don't need to compete in the next two games."

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Through their conversation, Yi Ming seemed to understand something.

It turns out that the so-called song competition was originally a method to resolve the conflicts by people from both sides of the capital and the capital, which were formed without realizing the conflicts.

Later..., from when, it gradually became a game where both sides fought to make the people above appreciate and pay attention to themselves.

For example, as usual, various evening parties will be held during festivals in Beijing. It is often three to five hours to hold an evening party. However, in such a long time, various programs will naturally be needed to fill it up so that after the evening party is held, it will not make people feel boring. People in the circle of both parties in the jun government can often find out in advance and determine who will attend.

Therefore... I naturally hope that the programs recommended or recommended by me can enter the eyes of a certain leader above, so as to leave a good impression in the eyes of a certain person above.

The party to be held next month is a top priority, because it can be confirmed that some of the excellent programs will be retained until the 100th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China will be held next year.

And these second generations of the two sides of the government will naturally be ready to go, hoping to show their strengths and gain the eye of someone above and have a better future from now on.

After hearing the many people talked to each other, Yi Ming also understood the origin of the song competition, and he was still a little shocked in his heart.

I never thought of a song competition that I thought was simple. Since it involves so many interests between both parties, it will become no longer simple and has complex factors that entangle interests.

Many people know that the young man who came here was Yi Minghou of the old Yi family. Although his attitude towards Yi Ming was not very enthusiastic, he was very intimate with Yi Ming and said and laughed. From the bottom of his heart, he easily accepted Yi Ming's integration into their circle.

Although..., relatively speaking, Yi Ming is a little young, but it is a bit shocking that cannot resist Yi Ming's family background. Moreover, it is a friend from the military, so it is naturally easy to accept Yi Ming.

From this point of view, I'm afraid the military will be a little lingering in today's game. At least it's very high now to judge that the chance of losing is very high.

Ziqi? The lyrics he wrote are so charming that people will lose their fighting spirit after losing a game?

Indeed, according to Yi Ming's current view, although these people did not show pessimism, their tone and meaning clearly revealed a sense of frustration and depression that they were not optimistic about.

Should I help me? Yi Ming frowned slightly, and hesitated and couldn't make an idea.

As for whether the songs he can produce can beat the so-called combination of two swords Ziqi and Yuan Yu, Yi Ming has never thought about it.

It is not that Yi Ming is so arrogant that he looks down on the so-called invisible opponents, but that when Yi Ming stands on the shoulders of countless giants without realizing it, his vision is wide open and his courage is strong, and naturally he will invisibly show a sense of confidence that belongs to him and expands.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Yi Ming thinks, it will definitely be a complete blow to Qi Yuanyu and even torture the two of them to death.

This is an obvious result and fact that there will be. Even if the two are geniuses or monsters, they will never have any chance of winning.