Soon, more than a dozen people came to the table one by one to write their own poems down, but their level was not as good as that previous arrogant man. Instead, they not only couldn't win the fame but also were laughed at by others. Thus, they failed and retreated in dejection.

None of their poems could be selected for hanging, but they were treated as waste paper, which was directly smashed and thrown into the wastepaper basket on one side.

About half an hour ...