Qian Hua !! Blue Mountain Satellite TV invited Qian Hua!!
Seeing this, the audience watching the show "Heaven of Poetry" in various locations across the country was all boiling!!
Under everyone's attention, the young man stepped onto the stage and introduced himself.
"Hello everyone, my name is Sun Qihua, pen name, Qian Hua. "
"The most familiar works should be "Lang Tao Sand Ling, Rain Outside the Curtain" and "Butterfly Love Flowers, Leaning on the Dangerous Building Wind and Detail"
"I feel very honored to have the support of so many people, thank you, thank you for liking me so much!!"
Seeing this, Zhao Changhuan's whole person was directly stunned!
He is Qian Hua, and he wrote "Lang Tao Sand Ling, Rain Outside the Curtain" and "Butterfly Love Flowers, Leaning on the Dangerous Building Wind and Detail"?
Wait a minute!
Isn't Qian Hua my trumpet Zhao Changhuan?!
Isn't Qian Hua the code name I gave myself when Zhao Changhuan was outside?!
"Lang Tao Sand Ling, Rain Outside the Curtain" and "Butterfly Love Flowers, Leaning on the Dangerous Building Wind and Detail", weren't I Zhao Changhuan wrote them in order to enter the hotel?!
"This dog thing..."
Thinking of this, Zhao Changhuan directly couldn't help but scold.
Hearing Zhao Changhuan's words, Old Master Zhao was a little unhappy: "Xiaohuan, how can you scold Mr. Qian Hua so much!"
"I didn't scold Qian Hua!"
Zhao Changhuan was speechless, trying to control his emotions: "Grandpa, this person on TV now, he is not Qian Hua at all, he is impersonating!"
"What evidence do you have that he is not the real Qian Hua?"
Zhao Guoyue asked Zhao Changhuan.
Zhao Changhuan directly replied to the two: "Evidence? What evidence, the real Qian Hua is sitting next to you now!"
Hearing Zhao Changhuan's words, all of a sudden, Old Master Zhao and Zhao Guoyue were stunned!
The peanuts in Zhao Guoyue's hands were all unstable and fell directly into the ground.
"Xiaohuan, you: What did you just say?" Old man Zhao's body trembled a little.
Zhao Changhuan immediately explained: "I said, I am the real Qian Hua, Qian Hua is my pseudonym for writing poetry, and the guy on TV is fake!"
After speaking, Zhao Changhuan told Old Zhao and Old Master Zhao about the incident when he went to the hotel from beginning to end.
After listening to Zhao Changhuan's story, Old Master Zhao's whole person directly exploded!!
Before Zhao Changhuan told the truth, no one in the entire old Zhao family really could have imagined that Qian Hua turned out to be Zhao Changhuan!
"This kid is also bold enough that even my son dares to impersonate. "
Old Zhao was furious.
Old man Zhao also frowned at once, watching TV was to break his mouth and curse: "I thought he was really Qian Hua, but I didn't expect it to be an impersonation, a scum!!"
"Dad, grandpa, you calm down first, I'll go and call the vice president of the Huaxia Poetry Association, I gave him the poem at the beginning, I want to ask him if he knows about this matter." "
Zhao Changhuan suppressed his anger and tried to calm himself as much as possible.
Entering his bedroom, Zhao Changhuan directly called the vice president of the Huaxia Poetry Association according to the contact information left before, and the descendants of the old man at the beginning!
"Hey. "
A voice came from the other side of the phone.
Zhao Changhuan did not have ink, and directly explained the intention: "Vice President Sun, do you know about "Heaven of Poetry"?"
"Heaven of Poetry?"
Old man Sun on the other side of the phone was obviously weak-hearted, and immediately spoke: "This, I have heard ah, what's wrong with this show?"
"Today, on this show..." Seeing that Old Master Sun seemed to be pretending, Zhao Changhuan spoke indifferently: "Qian Hua is on the stage." "
"Qian Hua??"
Sun Cai was shocked, and then spoke: "Is there such a thing? I'll take a look..."
With that, Sun Cai hung up the phone.
After a while, Sun Cai called Zhao Changhuan again: "Xiao Zhao, I'm sorry, I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, I'm really sorry!!"
"It's nothing, Chairman Sun, I can understand you. "
Zhao Changhuan took a deep breath: "Can you please do me a favor now, in the name of the Poetry Association, prove it for me on the Internet, or in other words, prove it for Qian Hua, and tell netizens that this person on the show is not the real Qian Hua." "
Zhao Changhuan's request is a very small and very reasonable request.
But it was such a normal request that could not be normal, but it made Sun Cai silent for five seconds.
"Vice President Sun?" spoke up again.
Hearing Zhao Changhuan's voice again, Sun Cai spoke: "Little Zhao, this is the case..."
"This, this guy on the show, he: He is actually my grandson, Sun Linhua. "
"He: He didn't understand things, saw the recent "Heaven of Poetry" program fire, and Qian Hua, who people paid the most attention to, was slow to emerge, and then: Only.. I have a bad mind and go up and impersonate you..."
"It's his fault, it's my fault for misdiscipline, and here I say sorry to you." "
Hearing Sun Cai's words, Zhao Changhuan's expression became even more indifferent.
From the moment the phone was just connected, Zhao Changhuan had some doubts that Sun Cai knew about this!
Now, hearing Sun Cai's words, all of a sudden, Zhao Changhuan believed his previous judgment even more!
This old thing, still here and with himself.
"Old man Sun, I don't care who this Sun Linhua is grandson, I just want a statement. "
Zhao Changhuan spoke.
"Xiao Zhao.."
Old man Sun helplessly spoke: "I.." If we send a statement here, Linhua's whole person will be ruined, he is only twenty years old, if he is so young to assume a hat that impersonates someone else and is on the show, his life will be completely over..."
"Xiao Zhao, or else.. You.. You pay a price, just on our side, and buy your two poems and your pseudonym, okay?"
"Anyway, Director Xiao Zhao, you don't care about these, your main business has always been on movies!"
"Throw away a pseudonym that is not your main business and save a twenty-year-old child!"
"Xiao Zhao, old man, I usually don't ask for someone, but this time, I want to beg you once, you.. Are you going to let him go?_
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