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Everyone looked at Chang Peiyuan, who was a red scholar and had studied for more than ten years.

On weekdays, Chang Peiyuan's lectures are charged.

Today, we can have this opportunity, and everyone here will naturally not let it go.

"I won't say much about red studies, everyone knows, figuring out "Dream of Red Mansions", I will focus on other people's views on red studies today, you can refer to it and compare it."

Chang Peiyuan took out a stack of documents, "Throughout the Dream of Red Mansions, the classic masterpieces that integrate various elements such as politics, economy, romance and so on make people have endless memories. ”

"It's just that some people have some complete interpretations of these masterpieces, which really makes people laugh out of their teeth, such as this "Dream of Red Mansions"!"

Chang Peiyuan took out a USB drive and handed it to the staff on the side, "Please put this on the projector over there." ”

At some point, a white screen hung next to the podium.

The staff plugged in the USB drive and turned on the power.

Swish!

Rows of text appear on the screen.

The title at the top is very eye-catching - Dream of Red Mansions is fully explained.

As for the author's name, it is especially obvious that it was deliberately smeared in white.

Su Cao recognized it at a glance, this was his own book.

There was a burst of laughter.

Su Cao sounded quite harsh, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was very unhappy in his heart.

What do you mean?

Take me as a model?

Open a criticism fight?

I've been banned, and I'm still doing this kind of thing, isn't it too much?

In fact, Su Cao didn't know that he had almost offended traditional literary authors before.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a rat crossing the street.

It's just that Su Cao doesn't know about it.

"Don't laugh, everyone, the author of this book is blocked, there is no way." Chang Peiyuan smiled, "However, even if he is here, I will tell the truth." ”

Speaking of this, Chang Peiyuan paused deliberately, pointed to the screen, and said loudly: "The person who wrote this book is illiterate and fabricates it indiscriminately, which makes people cry and laugh, but it is really incomprehensible to me that such a book is sought after by someone." ”

There was laughter in the audience.

Many people chimed in.

"Yes, yes, this kind of person has no culture, Professor Chang, don't be like him."

"I really don't know, what do those people on the Internet think, they actually pursue this kind of book!"

"It's also said to be a divine book, it's really ridiculous and generous!"

Everyone around was in agreement.

I wanted to stand up and refute two sentences, but Su Cao saw this scene and stopped moving.

Since you're all saying that, I'll see what else I can say, and even if I want to fight back, I'm not in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Su Cao was relieved, and sat quietly on the chair to listen to what Chang Peiyuan could say.

On the podium, Chang Peiyuan gushed endlessly, and made a series of criticisms of Su Cao's "Dream of Red Mansions".

To put this book as incomplete, useless, and without any merits.

Speaking in the hall, in the small room at the back of the podium, there were still people talking about Su Cao.

"Dad, what I said, don't you still believe it?"

E Meng sat in the corner, looked at his father diagonally opposite, and complained dissatisfied.

E Chun, the boss of An'an Film and Television, raised his eyes and looked at his son, and reprimanded: "You don't make trouble for me, Huaxia Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, I don't know how many powerful people like to play low-key games in the world, you'd better be honest with me." ”

E Meng was not convinced, secretly pursed his lips, and said in his heart, my father has become timid in recent years, and I am afraid that my temper is even worse than my own before.

However, he only dared to say this in his heart, if he really let his father know, he would still be scolded.

"By the way, Xiao Meng, that person really wrote a poem??" E Chun asked.

E Meng nodded and said angrily: "No, I wrote it on the spot, I wrote it again just now, you can take a look." ”

As he spoke, E Meng took out a blank piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to his father.

E Chun opened it and looked at it, and suddenly something was wrong.

Komatsu

From the small thorns in the deep grass, now gradually feel the basil.

At that time, people didn't know Lingyun Mu, and they waited until Lingyun was high.

This poem is very simple, but when E Chun tasted it carefully, he found that there were two meanings in it.

The first is that the author does not dare, thinking that he will always have a day to rise to the sky, and the other is really ironic for other people's blindness and inability to see the truth of the matter.

The latter layer of meaning, and the front is set off, perfectly expressing these two layers of meaning clearly, which can be said to be a superior work.

It is quite rare for someone to be able to write such a poem, whether it was written before or created on the spot.

If it was really created on the spot......

Thinking of this, E Chun was full of cleverness, and those who can do this step are afraid that the script written will also be a first-class work.

Realizing this problem, E Chun immediately had the spirit.

Since An'an Film and Television was almost swallowed up a few years ago, there has been no improvement, and the TV series filmed are not as good as one, and they are about to go bankrupt.

Next year, although E Meng offended this person, if he made a clear posture, he might be able to achieve something good.

"Xiao Meng, if that person stood in front of you just now, would you still recognize him?"

E Meng was overjoyed suddenly, and thought that his father was going to come forward for him and teach this person a lesson.

"Yes, that person just turned to ashes, and I can recognize it."

The god of war's E Chun looked at his excited son and reprimanded: "After a while, when you see that person, remember to be polite to me." ”

"Why?" E Meng asked suspiciously.

"Why?" E Chun smiled: "Wait a while, I'll take a look, you'll know, if I'm not mistaken, this person should not be low, and the script may be good." ”

"No, Dad, what script can he write?? I didn't even dare to take off my sunglasses, there must be something greasy. E Meng said loudly.

E Chun glared, "What do you know!" ”

After saying that, he took his son E Meng and left the small room together.

In addition to the room, there are lectures outside.

E Chun asked his son to take a closer look at the person below who was the one who quarreled with him.

E Chun observed carefully, and finally found Su Cao in the corner who was still wearing sunglasses.

"Dad, don't you see the corner, it's that person, he's easy to recognize with sunglasses."

E Meng raised his chin towards Su Cao in the corner.

Following his son's guidance, E Chun looked at Su Cao, who was at home Lori, and didn't recognize who this person was after looking at it for a long time.

This made him happy in his heart, it would be better if this happened, it showed that the other party was really a newcomer and not famous.

And E Chun concluded this way because anyone who writes the script pays attention to a life precipitation.

So, a lot of good scripts are written by people who are very old.

These people have experienced a lot, and they have seen the warmth and coldness of the world before they can write a good script.

The same is true for those who write books.

At this time, there was a different person on the podium.