"Do you dare?" this was Wu Xiaotian's powerful battle declaration.

"Don't dare, certainly don't dare. ”

Wang Fei looked at the battle declaration on Weibo, and wanted to cry without tears.

Your sister, you update tens of thousands of words every day, how dare you let me fight with you.

and the language style of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", which is not at all, and the plot of the novel, not to mention, was not conceived by him in the first place, and now he has no clue at all.

Scared, he's really scared now.

If this matter is exposed, his career as an artist is estimated to be ruined.

Just now he made a phone call to his uncle Sun Wei, wanting to give up this fake author and change the account password to the original account password, but his uncle told him in a loud voice that he must stick to it and not give up, otherwise everything will be over.

When it came to this, I could only grit my teeth and persevere.

It's all that Wu Xiaotian who harmed, without his appearance, how could there be his own fake.

By the way, there is also an update of this novel on the forum of the gods.

But how do you update it?

Wang Fei just watched the serialization of I am Xiaobei Benzun, and found that the 2,000 words he just wrote were not as good as garbage.

However, my uncle just said that the high-level officials on their side seemed to be supporting him, so he didn't have to worry, there would be no problem.

"I hope so. Wang Fei silently prayed to God in his heart.

Here, Hu Yidao's speed was very fast, and he called again in less than an hour.

"Brother Xiaobei, I have already made a call here and sent an official letter, but the attitude over there is very tough, it should be the senior management of their company who is the obstruction, and I also helped you call the police, but the police said that this matter should not be in their hands, and they also need evidence. ”

Hu Yidao's voice was much weaker, he was also very depressed, he had just left a little relationship, but he touched his nose, after all, it was someone's chassis.

"Evidence?" this reminded Wu Xiaotian.

Didn't the administrator of the gods forum have a chat history with him, and there was a threat from the administrator on it.

So, Wu Xiaotian told the administrator of the previous Gods Forum who threatened him with a micromessage, and also said that there were chat records.

"This is good, as long as you have this, you can't lose. Hu Yidao was shocked and shouted happily, "You quickly send me that screenshot and go and show it to the police over there, they are a threat to their lives." ”

"Okay, you wait a minute. ”

Wu Xiaotian just wanted to hang up the phone, but Hu Yidao said again: "Wait, by the way, Brother Xiaobei, can you find someone from the Artist Association, if you can find someone inside to help you communicate, it is estimated that it will be easier." Because your work will be protected by the Artist Association, if you plagiarize or misappropriate, find out and verify, and the punishment of the Artist Association will be very serious. ”

"Well, I know, I'll look for it. Wu Xiaotian nodded in response.

Hanging up the phone, Wu Xiaotian opened the WeChat message, and soon turned out the chat history with the administrator of the gods forum.

Fortunately, it was still preserved, and it was not deleted, and it was just blocked that day.

skillfully took pictures of those chat records and sent them to Hu Yidao, and in the process of looking for the pictures, Wu Xiaotian made a new discovery.

There is also a photo inside the phone.

It was a photo of the night, and it showed him typing in front of the computer, which was not taken that night when he was writing "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", Bei Bei was very sleepy and quietly took it in the back.

After zooming in on the photo, the computer clearly showed that he had just written the first chapter of the Legend of the Condor Heroes.

There's still time on that.

This is, excellent proof.

"Babe, what an angel in my life. Wu Xiaotian's heart was sweet and excited.

Wu Xiaotian turned on the microcast, the number of friends on it was close to five hundred, and the most discussed topic was about the authenticity of Xiaobei, they all believed that I was Xiaobei himself, but there was no way to prove it, so I couldn't be in a hurry.

Proof of it? This time.

Wu Xiaotian sent those photos up, and there was a paragraph on them, the chat record between an administrator of the gods forum company and me is wonderful.

Then I looked at the photo taken by Beibei, this photo has his back on it, will anyone recognize it if it is uploaded, but it is not very easy to recognize, he thought about it for a while and uploaded it.

And I also found another photo on the Internet, which is a photo of farmers hoeing grass in the field at noon, the sun is high in the sky.

In the end, Wu Xiaotian put the two photos together and uploaded them to Weibo together, with a poem below:

On the afternoon of hoeing day,

Sweat drops down the soil.

Who knows the Chinese food on the plate,

Every grain is hard.

This poem "Compassion for Nong" is a well-known poem in China on earth, but there is no such thing in this world.

This poem expresses the noon of the scorching sun, the peasants working in the fields, spilling the drops of sweat, and the food on the plate, each grain is exchanged for the hard work of the peasants.

Wu Xiaotian used this well-known poem on the earth, coupled with his hard work in front of the computer, to express that this novel contains all the author's hard work and is the result of the author's efforts.

After these pictures and the poem were uploaded, Wu Xiaotian's entire microbroadcast exploded.

All the fans were stunned and shocked.

They were still anxious just now and had no evidence, and after a while, the evidence came.

The administrator's shameless face came to light in a short chat.

What's even more amazing is the poem, "Who knows that Chinese food on the plate is hard work".

Yes, some of them are authors of other novels, maybe not very well-known.

However, who knows that their short update of a few thousand words on the Internet has taken their time and effort to polish out, which is simply not known to those who have earned nothing.

They don't know that the author ponders for a long time for a word, for the character of a character, he doesn't dare to write, for a plot, he has insomnia at night.

Those people simply don't know.

Fans forwarded these picture evidence and the poem to the forum of the gods intact.

The Forum of the Gods is also boiling.

"The evidence is there, see what else the forum can say?"

"This is clearly a forced purchase, and it is directly robbed, which is more ruthless than a robber. ”

This poem is amazing, it fully expresses the hard work of the peasants, and it also completely reflects the hard work of our unknown authors. ”

"It's awesome, the five-body body that admires it is thrown to the ground. ”

"With this literary talent, who said that the novel was not written by him, I am in a hurry with him. ”

"Also, this administrator, everyone fleshes him. ”

"Yes, human flesh!"

The power of the masses is powerful, especially among the people who are watching the forum now, there are still many things about the staff of the Forum of the Gods, they have Sun Wei's micro signal, and it is even easier to find out.

They took out their mobile phones one after another, and carefully compared the micro signals on the picture with the Sun Wei micro signals stored in the mobile phones, and the results were that they were exactly the same, really the same.

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

After a while, all the people in the forum office of the gods knew.

They looked at Sun Wei openly or secretly, pointing at him.

Sun Wei naturally saw it for the first time, in fact, the moment Wu Xiaotian posted the picture, there were only two words left in his heart: "It's over", and all the explanations were already pale and powerless.

And Mr. Li, who was in the vice president's office, looked at his computer motionlessly, his hands clenched tightly into a fist, and muttered to himself: "This idiot, idiot." ”