The experienced reporter next to him had already packed his things and was ready to enter the venue with a camera on his shoulder.
Hearing the intern reporter's words, he replied casually: "No filming, Zhao Xinyu is not only Master Xiaoly, but also a member of the Imperial Book Association. This time the number one must be hers."
There is no difference between the second and the last, people will only remember the first.
And Zhao Xinyu must be the number one.
The reporter who spoke at the beginning fiddled with the camera and remained silent.
Just like that, I watched other news media reporters enter the venue with their cameras on their shoulders.
Their online media influence is small, and the top calligraphy competitions such as the calligraphy competition are not eligible to be invited.
Can't even enter the gate of the venue.
Just when the reporter was hesitating whether to leave, a black Maybach stopped steadily at the door.
When two men and women with stunning looks got out of the car, the noisy door gradually fell silent.
The sound of shutters is especially clear at the quiet door.
The reporter almost couldn't help taking a few photos.
With this good looks, even if she doesn't do anything, just put the photos on the press release, it will still be quite popular.
The cold expression on Ye Hannian's face remained the same, he lowered his head slightly, and asked her: "Do you need someone to delete the photos?"
Li Yun tilted his head.
The moment she turned her head sideways, the light flashed across the girl's perfectly curved nose, and the tails of her eyes were raised, a pair of bright eyes seemed to be dotted with stars.
"Need not."
Liyun's voice sounded unhurriedly, as light as the wind but with a little softness.
She is destined to not keep a low profile when she comes to participate in this competition.
Ten years ago, she single-handedly pushed the Calligraphy Association into the public eye.
Over the past ten years, this art has gradually become dusty.
Today is the time to shine again.
Tan Yue knew that Li Yun had the title of stepping on the master, so he didn't come early, so he waited at the door for a while, and when he saw her, he waved quickly.
"Quick! Come in quickly! The game is about to start."
"What about the invitation letter?"
Ye Hannian took out two invitation letters and handed them to the inspectors.
Tan Yue glanced at him.
Here is where the invitation letter came from.
The inspectors opened it, looked at it, closed it, waved their hands, and signaled Li Yun to go in.
He opened the second one, was stunned for a moment, and then his face became a little respectful.
"Master Ye, please come in."
The inspector was cautious and lowered his head slightly.
Hearing this "Ye Shao", Tan Yue's eyes were in a daze, and he almost suspected that he had heard it wrong.
Although he doesn't belong to the imperial capital, the word "night" is still ringing in his ears.
The person in front of him couldn't be the Ye Hannian who could shake the entire imperial capital circle by stomping his feet?
Ye Hannian nodded, took Li Yun's hand and walked into the venue without haste.
Tan Yue also followed behind with a slightly dazed expression.
The head is still in a trance.
If I remember correctly, what did he call the young master of the Ye family when he was at Xiaocheng Airport?
He seemed to call this "Young Master Ye""young man"
lad
Little, buddy, son
Fuck! Fuck!
He is simply awesome.
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When Li Yun and his party went in, the discussion sounded again outside the door.
"The one just now was Chairman Tan of the Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association, right? So, that girl can't be a genius calligrapher, right?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com