was surrounded by the security guards, but whether it was the white-haired old man or the silver-haired old lady, there was no panic at all, but they were all indignant, their faces turned white with anger, and their lips trembled. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The old man took out a red notebook from his pocket, put the pestle in front of the security captain, and stomped his feet and roared. "Bastard! Bastard! What do you want to do? Ah? What do you want to do? See clearly, see clearly! I am Ding Haiyi, chairman of the Nanhe Writers Association! I am a famous writer! Writer! Do you understand?"

The old man scolded in one breath, and saw that the security captain with a full face seemed to be calmed, so he proudly pointed to the silver-haired old lady and said. "Let me tell you, this is Ms. Li Xianyun, the old dean and doctoral supervisor of the School of Arts and Humanities of Yan University, she is a well-known expert who enjoys the allowance of the State Council, what do you want to do? What do you want to do......

The old man's words startled the security guards of the building and left the small conference room in a panic, and the security captain who rushed in to separate the people on both sides was earthy, but there was nowhere to escape, and the rubber stick in his hand fell to the ground with a bang as if it had become a hot soldering iron, and rolled into the sofa.

Zhang Yan, who felt that she had been wronged and tears were rolling in her eyes a moment ago, came to the silver-haired old lady in an arrow step at this time, stretched out her hand but felt that it was inappropriate, and hurriedly retracted it. "You, you're Li Xianyun, you're the old dean of the Faculty of Arts?"

"Yes, I'm Li Xianyun!"

"Oh, so you're the dean of the Faculty of Letters, and I wanted to go to graduate school because I thought you could teach, but I got in, and you're retired, so I cried all night when I found out......

The silver-haired old lady was stunned for a moment, but then her expression became kind, grabbed Zhang Yan's hand, patted her on the back of her hand, and said. "Hey, I didn't want to retire so early, but I'm getting older, and I can't do it if I don't accept old age......"

Speaking of this, Li Xianyun sighed again, and looked at Zhang Yandao with a look of regret. "You, you, since you have all been admitted to graduate school, why can't you develop academically? Young people can't bear it, look at you now? What have you done? It's just a mess of online novels, how dare you dare to do anything about the first original online literature contest? Do you know how bad the nature is, and how painful it is for us old writers?"

As if it was a little girl who had made a mistake, Zhang Yan was at a loss, drooping her head and whispering. "I—I'm just the editor here......"

Ding Haiyi, the old man who calmed the security guards, glared. "You're not in charge here?"

Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, Zhang Yan, who was full of guilt, did not dare to raise her head more and more.

Seeing Li Xianyun glaring at him, Ding Haiyi turned his face and stared at Fu Zhengyi and Tong Tiantian again. "Say, who is the person in charge of this place, you two? Do you have the courage to sit on the bad thing and not admit it? Stand up! Stand up quickly! Don't make it clear about this matter today, there is no end to ......it."

Tong Tiantian let go of the hand holding his shirt and was about to admit that he was the person in charge here, but Fu Zhengyi stood up and applauded.

Seeing the contempt on his face, Ding Haiyi was anxious. "What are you clapping and what are you doing? You're not in charge here, get out!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sent by Weizhi Technology to inspect the work, and I can have the final say on everything here," Fu Zhengyi gave Tong Tiantian a worried look, and pointed to himself when he came to Ding Haiyi around the conference table. "Tell me something!"

Seeing that he was very young, Li Xianyun dragged Zhang Yan and asked. "Can he really count if he says it?"

Zhang Yan turned her face and looked at Tong Tiantian, and when she saw that she nodded without hesitation, she nodded fiercely at Li Xianyun.

"I don't care what your position is, but as long as you can count!" Ding Haiyi rolled up his sleeves, took out an old notebook with raw edges from his pocket and opened it. "Now! On behalf of more than 10 provincial writers' associations, I have lodged a solemn protest against your website, which is under the guise of 'reading' and is specifically trying to trick young people into not learning well! Our demand is that your website must go to the writers' association to report, and in the future, it must also accept the daily management of the writers' association, and all articles must be approved by our writers' association before they can be published! Nonsense novels need to be blocked immediately, even if you really want to do any original online literature essays, then you need to first apply to the local writers' association and the higher authorities, and you can only do it if it is approved, otherwise it will be foolish and ......nonsense."

Ten minutes!

Ten minutes!

Fu Zhengyi looked at the time from time to time, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when the other party finally finished speaking, and took the exquisite business card handed over by the other party and looked at it. "Chairman of the Nanhe Writers Association, famous writer, modernist poet, essayist, critic, honorary editor-in-chief of Bichi magazine, Ding Haiyi?"

Ding Haiyi looked complacent, snorted coldly and sneered. "You don't know kanji?"

This kind of old guy is really rare!

Fu Zhengyi was happy and stretched out his hand. "Then take it out!"

"What to take out?" Ding Haiyi was stunned by the question, and hesitantly took out the work card in his pocket, but he didn't hand it to Fu Zhengyi, but pinched it in his hand and asked it again a little strangely. "What are you asking me to take out?"

"Please prove it! You said that you came here on behalf of more than 10 provincial writers' associations, and those provincial writers' associations issued authorized you can represent their official documents, but if you don't show me this thing, how can I know that you can represent so many provincial writers' associations and come here to talk nonsense?"

Ding Haiyi's face turned red, and he pointed at Fu Zhengyi and wanted to refute, but his lips trembled but he couldn't speak for a while.

Fu Zhengyi pressed his raised hand down and continued with a smile. "Oh, I forgot one thing, you said that you are the chairman of the Nanhe Provincial Writers Association, and you have so many titles, so can you provide relevant documents to prove that you are Ding Haiyi, the chairman of the Nanhe Provincial Writers Association, and prove that you have so many titles?"

Ding Haiyi's face turned purple with red eyes, he raised his eyes and pointed at Fu Zhengyi again, his lips trembling. "You, you, what are you talking about? Are you doubting my identity?"

"Yes, of course I'm suspicious!" Fu Zhengse. "If you can't prove it, how can I know you're not lying?"