Fan Wenliang didn't answer Su Yunzi's words directly, he stood up excitedly and looked at Chen Feng with awe like looking at a mortal immortal.

God!

It's really amazing!

These poems, which are comparable to the poet immortal Li Bai, were read out of Chen Feng's mouth one after another, and none of them were repeated.

His calm expression, his smooth speech speed, as if he was reciting-

No, it's like holding a copy of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and reciting it page by page.

Such a genius, if it is not explained by the reincarnation of Shixian, ordinary people will never be able to do it!

Syllable!

An empty glass shattered in front of Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng was so frightened that he was thrilled.

Chen Feng wiped a handful of wine from the corner of his mouth, stood on the stage condescendingly, looked at Wang Zheng, and asked with a smile: "Is it enough?"

Wang Zheng was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak at all, and swallowed his saliva silently.

"Not enough, is it?"

The corners of Chen Feng's mouth were hooked, and he simply lay down on the stage, facing everyone sideways, supporting the back of his head with one hand, and one leg half-bent.

"If it's not enough, I'll continue!"

Half-closing his eyes, Chen Feng read aloud in a lazy and powerful voice:

"I have no intention of fighting for spring, I am jealous of the group, and I am scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance is the same as before......"

"Drunk to pick up the lamp and look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp, eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turn over the outside sound......"

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation......"

"The scenery is different in autumn, the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention, the sound of the corners on all sides rises, in the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed in the lonely city......"

“......”

Chen Feng stared at Wang Zheng as he read.

He watched as Wang Zheng's face turned into a palette of rich colors as he recited the poem.

Compared with reciting poetry, Chen Feng is confident.

Don't say a hundred, even if there are a thousand more, he will be fine.

"A new song and a glass of wine......"

"Okay, that's enough, don't read it anymore!"

Wang Zheng shouted.

The chair was knocked to the ground by him, and he stood up with a trembling body, his emotions already on the verge of collapse.

"Wang Zheng, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, why are you yelling so loudly all of a sudden?"

"The poet god made so many poems at once, which shows that the literary brilliance is brilliant, and there is no doubt that Wang Zheng plagiarized his works. ”

"No wonder as soon as the God of Poetry came in, Wang Zheng had such a great malice towards him, it turned out that he was jealous of the God of Poetry's literary talents. ”

Hearing the discussion of the people on the side, Wang Zheng's expression was as frightened as if he had seen a ghost.

Thump!

He knelt down in front of Chen Feng suddenly, hugged his head and cried: "God of Poetry, I was wrong, I admit that I did not write that poem myself, I copied your work, my fault, my fault!"

Wang Zhengyi admitted, and the audience was in an uproar.

"It's really plagiarism. ”

"I'm old, and I'm still doing such a stinky and shameless thing. ”

"Such a person is not worthy of staying in our association at all!"

"I almost misunderstood the god of poetry. ”

Chen Feng lightly hooked his lips.

Wang Zheng saw that Chen Feng didn't speak, and knew that he definitely didn't let himself go so easily.

He turned around, looked at Fan Wenliang, and confessed: "Old Fan, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have plagiarized the god of poetry in order to win everyone's attention, I really know it's wrong!"

Fan Wenliang had long expected that Wang Zhenghui would have this scene.

He grimaced and snorted coldly: "Wang Zheng, the person you want to apologize to is not me, it's useless for you to tell me, you have to see if Xiaofeng is willing to forgive you, you have to see if everyone here is willing to forgive you!"

"Plagiarism is a great shame, and I don't forgive. ”

"Anyway, it's not my work that is plagiarized, it doesn't matter. ”

"I often plagiarize other people's, if this is known by Fan Lao, I won't be cool too, right?"

"It mainly depends on what the god of poetry says. ”

"Wang Zheng is old, and there is such a farce today, even if Fan Lao wants to keep him, he is afraid that he will not have the face to continue to be in the association. ”

Wang Zheng listened to the discussion of everyone on the side, and looked at Chen Feng: "God of Poetry, I am jealous of your talent and want to use your poems to make a name for myself in the Writers' Association, I know that I am wrong now, as long as you are willing to forgive me, I will voluntarily quit the Writers' Association!"

Chen Feng opened his eyes slowly and asked with a smile, "That's it?"

Wang Zheng "chuckled" in his heart.

From Chen Feng's smile, it can be seen that this matter was not solved so easily.

He asked tentatively, "God of poetry, what else do you want me to do?"

Chen Feng sat up: "In the future, you are not allowed to write any more articles, let alone submit articles." ”

"This ......" Wang Zheng's tears were about to fall out.

He is now over half a hundred years old, and has been making money by writing articles for decades, and manuscript fees are his only source of income.

In other words, more than ten or twenty years ago, he was not allowed to write articles, and he could still do manual work.

But now, because of his perennial writing, his body is already sick, and cutting off the manuscript fee is equivalent to cutting off all his financial resources.

"God of poetry, you can do whatever you want me to do, but can you please not let me stop writing?"

Wang Zheng cried and crawled to Chen Feng's feet, pounced and begged for mercy: "The manuscript fee is all my source of income, I have to rely on it to support my family, my wife was just diagnosed with cancer last year, my son is still in high school, and my father, who just broke his leg last month and is still in the hospital, my mother has been suffering from a stroke all year round and has always needed a large amount of medical expenses......

Just when Wang Zheng was crying and complaining about his misery, an angry voice sounded.

"Wang Zheng, you don't pretend less, you have plagiarized other people's articles over the years, I have always regarded you as a friend, I asked you to help me read the article, but you took my work to submit it the next day, this kind of thing is not once or twice!"

"That's right, you also take the articles I wrote to submit, that's all my hard work!"

"It turns out that many of you here have been deceived by you, Wang Zheng, is your conscience really at peace?"

More and more voices began to accuse Wang Zheng.

In the face of the facts, Wang Zheng was ashamed and couldn't say a word.

He faced everyone, knelt on the ground, bowed his head and admitted: "I'm sorry, I admit it, it's my fault, I'm sorry for you, I'll get out of the writers' association and don't write articles in the future." ”

"Is it okay to apologize?"

"Then I'll slap you a few times and say I'm sorry to you!"

"Forget it, it's all over anyway, I think what he said is quite miserable, it's retribution. ”

"If it weren't for him, the provincial award that year would definitely be mine, and he cheated my work!"

Many people were filled with righteous indignation, and the atmosphere in the box was extremely intense.

Fan Wenliang walked to the stage and said loudly: "Okay, it's all quiet!"

He looked at Wang Zheng and said coldly: "As a literary worker, the most shameful thing is to steal and plagiarize other people's works, Wang Zheng, not only do you not feel ashamed, but you still do not repent, make mistakes again and again, from today on, you are no longer a member of our writers' association!"

Fan Wenliang looked at everyone present: "As for everyone here, you must take today's incident as a lesson, oppose plagiarism, and those who have been deceived should not be angry anymore, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, as long as it is gold, it will always shine!"