All-rounder Artist-Chapter 965 - 896: Advertising for West Lake

The sky had cleared.

The rain had stopped.

Lin Yuan’s family went ashore.

The recent rain hadn’t been heavy, and the number of visitors at West Lake hadn’t decreased; instead, the air was fresher than before, carrying a moist sensation. As a breeze blew by, it even had a refreshing and rejuvenating effect.

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They continued sightseeing around.

After passing a bridge, they suddenly encountered a bustling scene, seemingly an event, with quite a crowd gathered inside and out.

A voice rose among them:

"Welcome all visitors to our beautiful West Lake. Today, our scenic area proudly presents a poetry collection event. Here you can compose a poem about the scenic beauty of West Lake. If your work catches our judges’ favor, you will get a chance to win a prize in our draw. The least you can win is a free boat ticket, and the highest could be our grand prize of ten thousand yuan. Please grace us with your talents, and who knows, your work might even appear on a TV program as a commercial for promoting our scenic area, and there will be additional compensation..."

Poetry?

A draw?

The sister laughed, hugging Lin Yuan, "The poem you just wrote on the boat wasn’t bad. How about we use that to try our luck in the draw?"

Lin Yuan: "..."

I’ll thank Su Da Xian Ren for you.

To trade the most famous poem about West Lake for a chance in a draw, the maximum reward being only ten thousand yuan?

"Don’t hesitate!"

The sister eagerly persuaded, "You’re wearing a mask, no one will recognize you."

Their mother suddenly laughed, "West Lake’s collection of poetry for promotion must be learning from Mount Hua’s method. By capitalizing on the fame of ’Duel Atop Mount Hua’ from ’The Legend of the Condor Heroes’, West Lake wants to carve out a path using the influence of poetry."

Learning from Mount Hua?

Using literary works to promote a scenic area, Lin Yuan, sensing an opportunity for fame, suddenly said:

"Then let’s sign up."

"I’ll go line up right now."

The sister was very enthusiastic.

In fact, many tourists present were quite eager, and the event saw high participation, with people occasionally composing a poem.

Soon, it was Lin Yuan’s turn.

Lin Yuan took his own form, preparing to write when his sister suddenly asked the staff, "Do you have a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

"Yes."

The staff member was taken aback for a moment but then nodded, smiling, "Are you folks from Zhao Continent? Zhao people really enjoy writing with brushes."

The sister smiled, "We are locals."

West Lake wasn’t far from Su City, and saying they were locals wasn’t entirely wrong since West Lake was within the Qin Continent. Being one of the top attractions in Qin Continent supported the massive daily influx of tourists, nearly sustaining half a city, and the entire continent felt a certain ownership over the site.

Soon.

The brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were ready.

While most were filling out forms, using a brush and ink was rare, so Lin Yuan attracted quite a bit of attention, with some even attempting to see his face, but unable to due to the mask and hat.

No one found it odd.

Occasionally, visitors wearing hats and masks appeared at West Lake, sometimes even sunglasses, resembling a celebrity out and about.

With a flick of his wrist.

Lin Yuan began to write.

Without the slightest hesitation, a poem quickly appeared before the eyes of the spectators, titled "Drinking on the Lakeside, The Sunshine Followed by Rain":

[The light of the water shines beautifully when clear; the mountain hues mystically blend with the rain.]

[Desiring to compare West Lake to Xizi, light or heavy makeup all seem appropriate.]

Upon seeing this poem, expressions changed among the crowd, with everyone’s first thought being:

Beautiful handwriting!

Lin Yuan possessed Master Level calligraphy skills, and although he had not yet required the "Artistic Touch" skill, the threshold for appreciating calligraphy was somewhat lower than that for painting. Moreover, as everyone can write, it’s evident when handwriting is good or bad, although the specifics and extent of its excellence might not be clear to the layperson.

The second reaction was:

Excellent poem, this poetry is too good!

Initially, everyone’s focus had been on the handwriting, so they didn’t immediately delve into the poetry itself, which required time to appreciate. However, once they emerged from the charm of the handwriting, they instantly fell into the perfect atmosphere of the poem itself, a beauty even surpassing that of the calligraphy itself:

The shimmering waters on a sunny day;

The mountain scenery on a rainy day was mysterious;

the contrast between West Lake and Xizi;

the harmony between light makeup and heavy application;

Whether it was the beauty of appearances, the beauty of the atmosphere, or even the beauty of the text itself, all could be appreciated from different angles!

"Damn!"

"Awesome!"

"This poem, it’s really… awesome!"

"Too bad I’m uneducated... great handwriting, even better poetry!"

"Big shot!"

"Master in disguise?"

The scene immediately erupted in cheers, and tourists even started clapping, with the intermittent "Damn!"

"Can we participate in a raffle?"

The sister was eager to try.

The staff nearby, astounded by the beauty, subtly changed their attitude, "Please wait a moment, I’ll ask the judges to take a look."

"I am right here..."

A middle-aged man beside them spoke up, who was the judge officiating the event.

It turned out the judge had been drawn over by the crowd, stood up, and moved closer, but when he saw Lin Yuan’s poem, he was stunned!

Staff: "Can we participate in the draw?"

The judge, with tears of laughter, replied, "’Do we even need to mention it, Sunny Day is fine, but Rain is also unique.’ Not to mention the neat antithesis, this atmosphere alone is overwhelmingly beautiful, the last two lines are absolutely striking, a true masterpiece. This guy is a master, making me judge him is simply demeaning me!"

"So we can enter the raffle then!"

The sister ran over excitedly, but before she could act, Big Yaoyao turned the raffle wheel and won a boat ticket.

Hmm.

The least desirable reward.

The sister’s face turned pale instantly: "You jinx!"

Big Yaoyao looked innocently, "Didn’t we win?"

Well.

Better than nothing.

It’s not too bad to take another boat ride.

However, when Lin Yuan and others were leaving, the judge insisted on getting their contact details, and finally, Lin Yuan whispered something in his ear.

The man was stunned instantly!

While he was still dazed, Lin Yuan quickly dragged his family and made a run for it.

Big Yaoyao was curious, "What did you tell him?"

Lin Yuan said, "I am Xian Yu."

The sister burst into laughter, "You actually revealed your identity? No wonder his face changed completely, wonder if he believed it or not."

Lin Yuan said, "We’ll find out if he verifies it."

He had intentionally exposed his identity as Xian Yu to ensure that the poem would be selected by the West Lake Scenic Area. Lin Yuan understood the impact of celebrity quite well.

As for why not Chu Kuang?

Because Chu Kuang has never shown his face in reality.

Lin Yuan felt that the identity of Xian Yu was safer.

After all, whether it was Chu Kuang or Xian Yu writing poetry, there was no problem.

As for the reason for revealing his identity, that was even simpler:

Given the terrifying traffic of West Lake, if this poem was adopted as an advertising tagline, then ultimately, the publicity should be able to bring quite a bit of reputation to Lin Yuan.

Moreover, hadn’t Chu Kuang already advertised for Mount Hua?

Then why couldn’t Xian Yu advertise for West Lake?

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PS: The second update will be a bit late, the countdown is almost over, tomorrow I transform into a typing machine!