The kid posted forward with a grinning face: "My chai chicken is not as cool as a boy chicken, sister Pan Yuqi, let's go with my brother tonight." The boy chicken can't satisfy you, brother, I can do it! ”

The man stepped forward, and a smell of wine came up. Pan Yuqi covered her nose with her free hand, broke free of the hand he was holding, and said as she struggled, "! How much alcohol did you drink tonight? Let me go, or I'll call someone. ”

"You're fucking shouting!" When the kid heard this, he suddenly became emotional: "Stinky bitch, let me tell you, it's useless for you to call anyone today!" Why didn't you say this when you slept with Lao Tzu? Brother is here today, you don't want to take a step out of this! ”

Pan Yuqi was so angry that tears fell, and she also shouted: "Who has slept with you stupid, you don't look at your virtue, I feel disgusted at a glance!" ”

The two quarreled, and the people next to them all gathered around to watch, but few people who wanted to come to the fight, they were all pointing and watching the excitement.

Xu Xiaoli glanced at Wang Wenhua, as if asking for help for her classmates. Wang Wenhua shook his head helplessly, knowing that he would not be able to avoid this muddy water tonight, so he walked over, patted the kid on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, don't make trouble, everyone has to go back." ”

The kid glanced back at Wang Wenhua and said with a sneer: "Fuck, aren't you that duck?" ”

"Dare to scold Lao Tzu, bastard!" Wang Wenhua couldn't stand his contempt anymore, and couldn't help but swing his fist out, a beautiful straight hook, hitting the bridge of his nose.

The kid fell down softly, Wang Wenhua kicked him in the stomach again, and scolded in his mouth: "You say it again, I'll step on your stomach!" ”

The kid fell to the ground like mud, unable to get up, and in the screams of the crowd, Xu Xiaoli shouted: "It's broken, there are security guards coming!" In the shadows, Wang Wenhua saw a lot of people coming here, so he took Xu Xiaoli's hand and Pan Yuqi's hand.

The three of them ran out along the side door, and when they heard the noise behind them, they didn't know if someone was chasing? Whatever, let's run away first.

They flagged down a taxi and drove it on their way home.

Pan Yuqi was highly excited after just getting into the car. "Damn, uncle, you're so cool!" She grabbed Wang Wenhua's hand and shouted and screamed. Wang Wenhua just looked at the steps at the door attentively, but fortunately, the security guard did not come out to chase them. Maybe it's not a big deal if it happens every day.

They got into a taxi as if they were fleeing, and when the driver was driving crazy, Pan Yuqi was still happy. Dancing and shouting in the back, he didn't look like a young girl, but like a little bitch.

Xu Xiaoli felt that she was too presumptuous, so she forcibly held her down, and after holding it down for a while, she didn't move. Wang Wenhua looked back and fell asleep.

"She's in a bad mood today and drank too much, or she wouldn't." Xu Xiaoli explained for her.

Wang Wenhua said: "You can see it. She doesn't drink much and doesn't go well, I said, how can you be such a quiet lady, how can you have such a laid-off classmate, it's too crazy. ”

Xu Xiaoli said: "You guessed wrong. Do you know who she is? Her uncle is a leader of the municipal party committee, and she herself is now a typist in the office of the power plant. ”

Oh, already at work? Wang Wenhua was shocked, thinking, the leaders of the municipal party committee have such strict requirements for other cadres, how can their niece and daughter be educated like this?

She went to work as a typist in the power plant, it must have been her uncle's role, right? In the past, state-owned enterprises such as power plants recruited workers through rigorous inspection.

Now, such a girl will accept it when she says she will accept it, and it seems that the workforce of state-owned enterprises has really become a problem!

Back at home, Wang Wenhua lay down, but couldn't sleep for half a day. The scene of the Devil's Town nightclub is like an exciting movie scene, shining in front of his eyes repeatedly......

I don't know what's going on, but when I think of the foul words and swear words that the mixed-race children shouted on the nightclub stage, the sound is like a deafening golden drum, echoing in his ears over and over again.

In the past, the economy was backward, the society was backward, and people scolded artists for being ninth-rate. However, at that time, artists could still stand on the stage to sing, read, sit, and play, and give full play to and show their talents.

To say that it is the ninth rate, it is industry bias, or slander. Today, however, the economy has developed and society has progressed. Literary and artistic workers have really done ninth-rate things.

Suddenly, Wang Wenhua remembered a conversation between two well-known writers. It was at the meeting of the China Writers' Association that people discussed the work report of the chairman of the Writers' Association, which aroused heated debate on the relationship with the market.

Most of the representatives of the writers' association attending the meeting were officials in the system, and their speeches should of course revolve around the theme of the work report. However, those big writers who rank on the rich list disdain people's official words and clichés.

While lamenting the difficulty of publishing and distributing books in a serious manner, the officials and writers in the system cursed the unconscionable periodicals and publishing houses for publishing and publishing those stalls with low style, which some people called Yinhui.

"The style of your cursing works is not high, it's the income of the popular people's manuscript fees, right? Haha, this is purely because you can't eat grapes, so you say that the grapes are sour. A famous writer in Beijing said.

"Hello? What do you think, a master? The person who presided over the discussion heard the words of the great writer of Beijing and knew that he was about to fire a cannon again, so he led the snake out of the hole.

"Hee-hee, I speak ugly, and it doesn't meet the requirements of the main theme. But I'll tell the truth and tell the truth. The great writer of Beijing sold a pass and said.

"I want to hear about it...... the host urged.

"The relationship with the market, or the relationship between the writer and the market, is like selling Yin Piaochang. Ha ha! It's humiliating, it's very uncomfortable, but it's very profitable.

"Piaochang, very decent, very comfortable, but I can't make money, and I have to make money. Aren't those who buy a book number and publish a book just like spending money to spend money? Haha......"

"You master, you speak too lowly." The host listened to his high opinion and shook his head incessantly.

"It's not just low-level, it's obscene. Right? But there's a sense of that. You serious people want to be decent and comfortable, and you want to make money. How can there be such a good thing in the world?

"If you want to make money, you have to put down your shelves, put down your dignity, and cater to readers to create. Make your readers comfortable, and people will pay for your book. Otherwise, you just want to be comfortable for yourself, not for the reader. Where will I make money? ”

Wang Wenhua felt very ridiculous and harsh when he heard these words at the time. However, when I watched the wine bar in the Devil's Town tonight, didn't the explicit performances of those unscrupulous artists confirm the words of Beijing's great writers?