However, this time, Liu Shuo seemed helpless.

Because the author of the script has passed away due to a terminal illness.

Naturally, it is impossible for them to go to each other's relics to prove such a ridiculous thing.

Liu Shuo on the other end of the phone seemed to be smoking.

From great joy to great sorrow, today can toss him enough.

But the stigma of "plagiarism" is really intolerable to him.

It was something his friend had left him, how could it be so defiled?

This time, Li Qiang was helpless.

This kind of thing, even if you go to Fu Xiao, it won't help.

Helpless silence.

Time ticked by, and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

In the bedroom with the bedside lamp on, Li Qiang had no sleep.

Because the entry of "plagiarism" has directly rushed to the first place in the hot search under the impetus of the water army.

There's really no way to do it.

Brush it one last time and go to sleep.

Li Qiang angrily swiped her phone, and suddenly, a comment with an ID with the title of "writer" on her head came into Li Qiang's eyes.

I saw that the comment of this ID wrote: [If it weren't for someone else's reminder, I wouldn't have known that the novel written by my unsuccessful apprentice had been adapted into a TV series. He has been talking about this matter before his death, and now he can be regarded as fulfilling his last wish, and once again solemnly thanks to director Liu Shuo and all the actors for their efforts, his novel has been interpreted very well. In addition, the script of "Once Upon a Time in Beijing" was formed ten years ago, and his draft is still kept with me, and those who spread rumors and plagiarism, I will investigate your legal responsibility!! 】

This statement was not only seen by Li Qiang, but also by those sailors.

And the man who controlled the water army spat on the floor and scolded: "Where is the one who doesn't have long eyes? Do you still want to pursue the legal responsibility of labor and management? Phew! Don't look at who is the grandfather and who is the grandson on this Internet! ”

After that, the man didn't think about it, and directly asked the water army account to rush the ID that posted the comment.

All of a sudden, the account, which seemed to have no followers and comments, was compromised.

Hundreds of comments, extremely sarcastic, ridiculed, and unsightly.

Seeing that the other party was no longer speechless, the man was refreshed, continued to smoke a cigarette, and hummed a little song.

Then, just three minutes later, a call from the internet police broke the silence in the studio.

The man's frightened cigarette butt fell on his arm, burning a huge blister.

Li Qiang fixed the mobile phone screen on the comment of this [grass hall idler], and was a little puzzled in her heart, and then found that the entry of "plagiarism" was directly deleted.

Immediately after that, a large wave of comments appeared, and this time the IDs were all hung with the titles of "Writers' Association" and "Writer".

[What the hell is going on tonight?] How many awesome characters are behind this "Once Upon a Time in Beijing"? 】

[The melon is eaten, it is more lively than the New Year]

[Ask the big guy to popularize science, who is that 'grass hall idler' just now? ] 】

At this time, literature lovers among netizens have emerged.

[If I'm not mistaken, that 'grass hall idler' should be Mr. Hou Caoyun, a national treasure-level literary master]

[It should be him, otherwise there can be anyone in the country who has this ability, and directly summoned half of the bigwigs in the literary world]

[Speaking weakly, is "Once Upon a Time in Beijing" really just a low-cost small web drama??? 】

Li Qiang flipped through the comments one by one.

The literary world, she is not familiar with.

But it can be seen from these comments that the other party is very powerful, and this friend of director Liu Shuo is still the apprentice of this big guy.

It seems that the plagiarism incident can be solved.

Rubbing her eyes and stretching, Li Qiang let out a long sigh of relief.

This night's trouble, it's really going to die.

At this time, the scared away sleepy insects came again, Li Qiang shrank into the quilt and was about to sleep, when she suddenly thought of another thing, so she touched her mobile phone again.

opened WeChat and clicked on Fu Xiao's avatar.

I wanted to make a phone call, but when I looked at the time, Li Qiang moved her fingertips to the on-screen keyboard again.

After thinking about it, Li Qiang typed down a line of words: [Thank you for today's things]

After this message was sent, a trace of entanglement appeared in Li Qiang's expression.

The night is sultry, easily eroding people's reason.

Li Qiang's little tiger teeth bit the corner of her lip, and then hesitantly clicked the keyboard again.

Fu Xiao, who was working overtime to deal with official business, buzzed and vibrated his mobile phone.

first saw the first sentence from Li Qiang, and frowned slightly.

He didn't like Li Qiang's polite attitude.

However, when he saw the second message sent by Li Qiang a moment later, his frowning brows instantly relaxed.

I saw two words written in the chat box: [Good night]

The man's thin lips were slightly raised, and the shape of the lips moved lightly.

"Good night."