"Tick-"

Huo Qingzhang pressed the pause button on the treadmill and pulled the towel to wipe his wet hair.

The phone has been ringing since an hour ago, and I wanted to leave it alone, but the more I listened, the more annoying it became.

He took the phone just to turn it to silent, but the Weibo private message that popped up on the screen was full of the word "Wen Jiang".

It's not hard to guess what kind of trouble this person is probably in.

Sure enough, the whole network is discussing the suspected plagiarism of "Red Dawn", as well as Wen Jiang's knowledge of ruining other people's relationships.

Huo Qingzhang has no interest in the gossip lace of the entertainment industry, he doesn't even have time to rest every day when he spins around in the company, and it is a waste of life to watch this kind of thing.

But these people seem to have mentioned Wen Jiang.

Third? Plagiarize?

These people are so good at making up stories, why don't they become screenwriters?

And these so-called stone hammers are enough to bluff people at first glance, but they simply do not stand up to scrutiny.

The romance that entertainment companies don't know, netizens have noses and eyes; Yun Shanchu posted on Weibo at nine o'clock in the morning to mean plagiarism, and the comment area made a color palette at half past nine.

Half an hour to read through two articles of more than 300,000 words and make a color palette, what is the ingredient behind this commenter, Future Soldier?

Huo Qingzhang was not interested in looking at it again, and wanted to turn off his mobile phone, but there was suddenly a long comment in his sight.

He stopped.

commented that the reason why Wen Jiang squeezed Yun Shanchu everywhere was because he loved Haiya and had no choice but to be jealous of Yun Shanchu.

Haiya's Huo Qingzhang has seen it, and once made a domestic spokesperson for his company's luxury car brand, although he was blown like a god on the Internet, but Huo Qingzhang now thinks about him-

That's it, it's a mediocre man.

Huo Qingzhang, who has never asked about gossip, sat on the sofa and held his mobile phone and typed "Wen Jiang, Haiya" in the search bar, and searched for photos of the two suspected kissing back then.

Huo Qingzhang frowned, approached the mobile phone and dragged the picture to enlarge.

Is it really kissing?

Although the two faces are close to each other, it is not necessarily a kiss.

Speaking of kissing, Huo Qingzhang couldn't help but think of the night he met Wen Jiang for the first time.

When the atmosphere was thick, the other party took the initiative to send his lips over and was rejected by himself, he asked "Don't you kiss", and he said that he didn't need to kiss with the relationship between the two.

In this way, Wen Jiang probably likes kissing very much.

Huo Qingzhang frowned, and his slightly frowning eyebrows revealed a little tiredness.

After opening his eyes again, he called his assistant: "Contact the person in charge of Weibo, wash out all related entries and photos about Wen Jiang and Haiya, and don't let me see the names of these two people at the same time." ”

The assistant looked serious: "Okay, representative, I'll deal with it right away." ”

In fact, in my heart: miserable, it means that you are in love~

*

Wen Jiang and Wumeng Qianshan agreed on a meeting place, originally wanting to find a warm and bright place to open their hearts and chat with each other, but Wumeng Qianshan insisted on meeting in an abandoned small park.

When Wen Jiang rushed over, he saw a thin black shadow sitting on a rusty old swing from a distance, burying his head deeply, like an ostrich sensing danger.

In the park late at night, only the cold December wind is mixed with the crunch of swings.

"Find a warm place to talk?" Wen Jiang took the initiative to speak.

Wumeng Qianshan shook his head: "My son has just fallen asleep, he has a habit of getting up at night, and he is afraid that he won't see me when he wakes up, so let's make a long story short here." ”

Wen Jiang nodded, looking at her quietly.

Judging from her plain and outdated clothes and the conversation just now, she may be a single mother.

"So, what's the truth of the matter?" Wen Jiang didn't mention the word plagiarism, and tried to be tactful.

"It doesn't matter what the truth is." Wumeng Qianshan's voice sounded tired, and a little helpless, "This matter is like this, I thank you for your appreciation of me, there are many excellent scripts in the world, it's not worth wasting time with me, so you just copy it for me." ”

Shall I copy it?

Wen Jiang twisted her beautiful eyebrows, and looked at her with dark eyes.

"If you admit to plagiarism, as netizens said, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame for the rest of your life."

Wumeng Qianshan slowly took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "It's okay, I don't plan to write it in the future anyway." ”

Wen Jiang was sure that she hadn't copied it, but for some reason, she had no choice but to admit it.

"I think I'm cowardly, don't you?" Wumeng Qianshan still smiled bitterly, smiling and laughing, and tears flowed endlessly.

Wen Jiang looked away and pretended not to see her tears: "It doesn't matter, I've always respected the fate of others. ”

"Do you have children?" Wumeng Qianshan asked such a sentence without a beginning or an end.

Wen Jiang raised his hand and subconsciously stroked his lower abdomen, and the strange dream related to carp unconsciously appeared in his mind.

"Nope." He said.

Wumeng Qianshan got up: "When you have a child, you will understand my choice today." That's it, I have to go back, I can't stay outside for too long. ”

Looking at her trembling and unstable figure, Wen Jiang realized that she had a disability in her right leg.

After that, Wen Jiang re-opened the original article she published on the website, and carefully observed the publication date at the end of the next chapter, which was about July 19, which was indeed about a year later than the "plagiarized" article.

But turning over the pages, I found clues again.

Normally, publication dates should be progressive, but some of the dates after sequential chapters are 16th, followed by 14th.

So this article should have been revised, but after the revision, the original publication date is no longer visible.

Although Wen Jiang respects the fate of others, he is unwilling to accept his own fate.

He asked around and finally got the contact information of the person in charge of the website, hoping that the other party could provide the initial date of the author's post, and the website should have a record of these data.

But as soon as the person in charge heard Wen Jiang's intention, his tone became extremely stiff and impatient:

"You are good, let us go and let ourselves go, it's not a peerless good article, isn't it worth wasting time on it."

It's the same rhetoric as a thousand mountains in the afternoon dream.

"It's up to me to decide whether it's worth it or not, it's not you, you just need to do what you have to do, protect the authors under your hands, and find out the truth."

There was a long sigh of irritation on the other end of the phone:

"I'll tell you the truth, we have already received a report and have investigated this matter, according to the initial date before the article was revised, the text of Wumeng Qianshan was earlier than the one who was plagiarized, and it is really hard to say who copied whom."

Wen Jiang: Holy.

"But what we are facing is not only plagiarism, but you also see who caused this matter, it is the star, Yun Shanchu, his father is the CEO of Aiyue Group, and he has long had the idea to buy our small workshop, we are really struggling, once it is really acquired, Aiyue will reduce the author's share, and then a large number of authors will leave, and full-time authors will not be able to afford to eat, this is the reality."

"And Wumeng Qianshan will become the target of public criticism, some people dare to do anything once they are cut off from their financial route, you know, Wumeng Qianshan has a three-year-old son, she chooses to compromise, but also worried that her son will be deliberately retaliated, for a single mother, that is already all she has."

Wen Jiang had read this in the original text.

Yun Shanchu has been held wrong for many years, once he recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, his father took him as a peerless treasure, and the old man held several major online literature groups and acquired all the large and small websites, just to pave the way and build bridges for his good acting career, and the big IP was at his disposal.

The person in charge smashed it, smashed it, and said again:

"It's not that there is no solution, unless there is a big company that can compete with the Aiyue Group to escort us, I just have to fight hard to seek justice for Wumeng Qianshan, but you say, who can we rely on? Asia Custodian? People are dedicated to science and technology, and they don't look down on our entertainment industry. ”

Wen Jiang was happy when he heard it: "Who said that I can't look down on it." ”

Head:?

"Let's draft a clarification book for Wumeng Qianshan in advance." Wen Jiang said with a smile.