Looking at the comer, Yuan Yan beat a drum in his heart.

But he kindly invited him to sit down in the chair in front of his desk. Sitting on the couch? Excuse me, right? I'll get dirty on the sofa in my office. He thought with disdain.

"What's your name?" Yuan Yan asked with a somewhat condescending posture looking down at the other party.

The dirty man raised his head proudly, his eyes widened behind the gray lenses, and he looked disrespectful, and said stiffly: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Zheng Ming, a down-and-out literati, a lost person who has always been excluded from the mainstream circle, and a tragic figure who is truly talented but can't meet talented Bole." ”

Scold! I also introduced myself to a set of analogies.

This person seems to have a lot of backbone, and his face is righteous and awe-inspiring, not like that kind of treacherous person.

Yuan Yan asked: "You said that "The Fish Walking on Land" was written by you? ”

Zheng Ming nodded solemnly: "That's right, it's my work." ”

When he said this, his expression was natural, and his tone revealed sincerity.

"Then after you wrote this novel, why didn't you send it to a journal or a publishing house to try to publish or publish it?" Yuan Yan asked again.

Zheng Ming sighed.

His face was sad.

"It's hard to put into words!" Zheng Ming said↙ in a heavy tone4,.

"It's okay, you just speak slowly, I'll listen carefully." Yuan Yan spread out his notebook, picked up the pen, and prepared to record.

His heart was beating so hard.

This Zheng Ming in front of him, somehow, made him particularly convinced. He felt that it was very unlikely that such an arrogant and courageous literati would lie.

It is not uncommon for similar things to happen in the Hexi literary world before, and the vice chairman of a certain writers' association is under the banner of helping a lover revise the manuscript. directly plagiarized other people's works into his own, and was finally sued. It became a big scandal in the country that year.

Ha ha! The entire Chinese literary world has been deceived by this little liar named Xiao Fei! See if I don't pull you out, let you show the shameful face of the copyist!

I'll just say it! How could a 19-year-old boy write such a brilliant masterpiece.

Sure enough, it was plagiarized!

"I traveled around with this manuscript, almost all the major periodicals and publishing houses in China, and sadly, none of them accepted the novel, and that was two years ago." Zheng Ming complained.

Yuan Yan scratched his head, he knew, for unknown authors. Many journals and publishers don't even look at newcomers in the eye.

What Zheng Ming said is a sad microcosm of the domestic literary world.

"And what about later? What happened to this manuscript? You threw it away? Yuan's grim heart was beating wildly, and he wondered if Zheng Ming threw away his manuscript, and then happened to be picked up by Xiao Fei?

It's entirely possible.

If I could have discovered the existence of Zheng Ming earlier, and could have thought of getting the manuscript of this book into my own hands, then I would have developed.

"Nope! In a fit of rage, I was going to burn the manuscript. Zheng Ming shook his head.

"I can't burn!" Yuan Yan shouted in a lost voice.

Zheng Ming glanced at Yuan Grim, as if he was very dissatisfied with his gaffe, as if he was saying what was the fuss about?

Zheng Ming said: "It didn't burn! The lighters were placed under the manuscript. But I can't bear it, it's my beloved baby! I wrote it with all my heart! How willing I was to destroy it with my own hands! I didn't want to burn it in the end, so I buried it. ”

Daiyu burial flowers.

Manuscript of the Funeral of the Foolish Han.

Yuan Yan couldn't cry or laugh a little, and asked, "Then where did you bury the manuscript?" ”

"A far away. A place that shouldn't be discovered by anyone. Zheng Mingshen mysteriously raised a finger to his lips and said.

"Still, it was dug up, and then. Cast it into the harvest, and the harvest also gave it a grand introduction. Alas! Yuan shook his head in disappointment.

"So, I'm going to complain. Complaining about the guy who stole my creation, I asked for the signature of the work to be corrected, and asked the thief to apologize to me! Zheng Ming said sternly.

"I can help you!" Yuan Yan almost patted his chest and agreed, as if he was so chivalrous.

"How can you help me?" Zheng Ming is the kind of squint posture that makes people uncomfortable.

"It's easy to do! Break the news to the newspaper, let the newspaper expose his light, and let public opinion judge this shameful scum in the literary world! Yuan Yan said solemnly.

He has already thought about it, and tomorrow he will call reporters from several newspapers to the hospital, and it will not be regarded as a press conference, but to explain to the media about Xiao Fei's plagiarism, hoping that several media in the provincial capital will publish a piece of news.

Without a doubt, this is big news!

Think about it! Now this young genius named Xiao Fei, who is about to be praised to the sky, is actually a thief who stole other people's works and kept them for himself!

How sensational is this?

"Thank you so much, by the way, sir, what's your name? What kind of role do you hold? Zheng Ming's old-fashioned and serious face finally showed a smile.

"My name is Yuan Yanyan, and I am the vice president of the academy, Zheng Ming, I also want to ask you, what strong evidence do you have at hand now to prove that this "Walking Fish on Land" is your work?" Yuan Yan asked.

"Oh! It turned out to be Vice President Yuan, disrespectful, disrespectful! Zheng Ming said disrespectfully, but there was no respect on his face, "As for the evidence, let's wait until the reporter comes, in short, I can tell you that I will come up with conclusive evidence to prove that "Fish Walking on Land" is my work!" ”

This guy is a sure thing.

Yuan Yan touched his nose and could only choose to believe.

He kind of couldn't wait.

Looking at the time, it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. He picked up the phone on his desk and began to call the newspapers.

This matter should belong to the category of cultural news, and Yuan Yan called the directors of the cultural lines of various newspapers.

When he called Lu Jin, the editor-in-chief of the cultural section of the Central Plains Evening News, there was an unconcealed pride in his words.

Nima's Central Plains Evening News, humiliated Lao Tzu like that before, hehe! This time, Lao Tzu is going to go back with a slap in the face, and the newcomer you focus on supporting is a thief, so look at where your face is put when the time comes!

And Lu Jin received a grim call from Yuan, but he was a little unimpressed.

Plagiarize?

He wouldn't believe it anyway!

It's almost impossible to copy such a thick long story before others publish it!

Who wrote such an excellent work and would not send it to the publishing house in a hurry? Although the current atmosphere in the world is not very good, it is unrealistic to bury really good works of good quality!

Lu Jin still told Liu Zelai about this and asked him to go to the hospital to see what the situation was.

Liu Zelai was taken aback after hearing this! Concern is chaos, Xiao Fei is now not only his key author, but also his partner.

How could he not be nervous?

Liu Zelai hurriedly left the newspaper office, stopped a taxi and rushed to the Hexi Provincial Hospital, feeling uneasy along the way. (To be continued......)