"Welcome to this book launch, the launch will start soon, please be quiet."

The moderator is a knowledgeable PhD student.

At this moment, he is happily presiding over the book launch of his favorite author.

Mo Lao is the childhood idol of many people.

"Next, let's invite the author of this book, Mo Yan, and the second author, Qin Yi."

As soon as the words fell, the audience was in an uproar.

What?

Mo Lao's new book, there are two authors?

How can it be?

Mo Lao doesn't like his works being criticized by others.

How is it possible to write the same book with someone else?

Mo Lao took Qin Yi's arm and walked up together.

Looking at the whispers in the audience, Mo Lao didn't take it seriously at all.

I've seen a lot of winds and waves, and I don't care about this little thing at all.

The two sat down in chairs together.

Qin Yi thought silently in his heart, today is to make up the numbers.

If you have any questions, ask Grandpa Mo, and I am the background board today.

Pity.

His appearance is too good, and he is a singer, so he just won an award some time ago.

Therefore, Qin Yi's popularity, although there is not much.

But I can't stand the reporters with a bunch of long guns and short guns in the audience.

Journalists spend all day wandering through all kinds of inquiries.

As soon as Qin Yi appeared, there was obviously a commotion at the scene.

Many reporters began to shoot frantically, and the shutter kept snapping at Qin Yi's handsome face.

A singer-songwriter, he has now become the second author of Mo Lao's new book "A Dream of Red Mansions".

No matter how you think about it, I feel a little shocked by the world.

Mo Lao smiled and picked up the microphone in his hand.

"Hello journalists, although I'm a bad old man, I can't treat it differently~~"

As soon as his voice came out, it immediately attracted the attention of reporters, and everyone turned their cameras at Mo Lao.

"You can't just take pictures of children because they look handsome!"

Mo Lao pointed at Qin Yi with a smile, and his eyes swept around the people in the audience.

When Qin Yi heard this, his head, which had been lowered, finally raised it, but he didn't expect that Mo Lao would stand up for himself as soon as he came up.

He looked at Mo Lao with a little more gratitude in his eyes, and then looked directly at the audience.

Since you are here, you can't have stage fright.

Originally, I also participated in the creation by myself, so it's not a lie to come.

Mo Lao and Qin Yi both thought so, but unfortunately there were always people who didn't believe that Qin Yi, a fledgling boy, could have such a high level of literary literacy.

There is some talent in writing songs, and I will write it.

But writing a book is another matter, how much ability Qin Yi has to create and write a book.

If you write a book, you can write a book, and you got together with Mo Lao.

Mo Lao is a writer at the national level.

Everyone subconsciously felt that Qin Yi had poured confused soup into Old Mo, and asked the old man to promote it for you and want to be famous.

It's not.

Doubts were soon raised.

"Mo Lao, hello, I am a reporter from Phoenix TV, see that the second author of your new book is Mr. Qin Yi, may I ask what part he wrote?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sigh below.

Wang Danfeng, a well-known reporter for Phoenix TV, received a phone call last night.

It was reported that Qin Yi deliberately used Mo Lao to help him become famous.

As a well-known reporter, he has never fallen behind in the field of scolding.

She was furious.

I don't like this kind of person who has no ability in my life, and I love to deliberately make others think that they are very powerful.

Mo Lao picked up the microphone without the slightest look of embarrassment.

"I can't write part of this book, Qin Yi and I sorted out the ideas together, and the plot and many poems behind it were created by Qin Yi."

After finishing speaking, Mo Lao gently pulled Qin Yi's clothes and signaled him not to take it to heart.

Seeing Qin Yi nodding, his expression was not angry, so he relieved his heart.

"That is, Qin Yi did not participate in writing, but just put forward some ideas?"

"Is that a second author?"

Reporter Wang was articulate and looked at Qin Yi with an arrogant expression.

It seemed to be waiting for his response.

"yes, that's a bit far-fetched."

"I see, it's Qin Yi who deliberately rubbed it in order to become famous, I heard that Mo Lao's granddaughter likes Qin Yi, isn't it..."

"Old Mo is old, this old man is easy to be fooled."

Many people below began to whisper in a low voice, and the scene was a little bad for a while.

Syllable!

"If you have questions at me, don't talk about it secretly, I, Mo Yan, am not a person with a clear head."

The people below were talking bad about Qin Yi, which made Mo Lao very angry.

He has always been very kind to journalists.

This time I lost my temper rarely, or because of Qin Yi.

"Old Mo, we suspect that this book has nothing to do with Qin Yi at all."

Wang Danfeng's tone was very firm, and his eyes were aimed at Qin Yi, all of them were disdainful and disdainful.

"The poems and outline of this book are all thought of by Qin Yi, and he deserves to be the second author."

Mo Lao was a little angry, and his tone was much more severe.

I didn't expect that at today's press conference, some people bit this matter.

Qin Yi is innocent and is looked down upon by these people.

"You don't know the situation, you are spreading rumors here, and the reporter is in vain."

Wang Danfeng didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, and puffed up his chest.

"Mo Lao, everything must pay attention to evidence."

"Qin Yi, excuse me, have you ever written a book before? Have you written even a chapter of this new book? ”

Qin Yi looked at the arrow pointing directly at him, his expression remained unchanged, and he was still relaxed.

"Nope."

"Then what qualifications do you have to be the second author of this book, you are just selling your reputation and trying to find a shortcut to become famous quickly."

Wang Danfeng made a final decision, it seemed that Qin Yi had committed a heinous crime.

Qin Yi didn't want to deal with this crazy woman, the way she looked at her when she first entered the arena was wrong.

Sure enough, he came to find trouble.

But.

Qin Yi turned his head and glanced at Mo Lao's angry chest, which rose and fell violently.

He can't bear it, and there must be a limit to finding trouble.

This is obviously going to infuriate people.

"I'm not qualified, and it's not up to you." His eyes were cold, and his eyes looked at Wang Danfeng, until she was a little dodgy, and then said, "Go out, you are not worthy of participating in Mo Lao's press conference." ”

The director next to him hurriedly signaled the staff to invite Wang Danfeng out.

"Without evidence, you can't convince the public, and you, the second author, are fake."

Wang Danfeng roared angrily when he was about to be pulled away.

At this moment, it is impossible for the whole scene to be without such a thing.

Mo Lao frowned, and his chest couldn't stop rising and falling.

"Grandpa, take medicine, breathe!"

Qin Yi didn't care about the various appearances of the people in the audience.

Hurriedly took out the medicine from the bag that Mo Lao was carrying, and drank the mineral water next to him.

He kept running along Mo Lao's chest, and he didn't sit up straight until Mo Lao's breathing became smoother.

Qin Yi's eyes swept the audience, and everyone in the audience suddenly fell silent.