Chapter 221: Big Rock Breaks Chest

Chapter 221: Big Rock Breaks Chest

Chapter 221: Big Rock Breaks Chest

In the audience, Pu Yuyang held his head and imitated Munch's "The Scream", letting out a silent scream.

How did it turn out like this?

When she spoke to Wang Zixu on the phone before, Wang Zixu hinted to her that his relationship with Shi Tonghe was not very good.

She didn't take it seriously at the time. A new author and a national treasure-level veteran writer, how bad could their relationship be?
To put it bluntly, with Wang Zixu's level, how could he offend Shi Tonghe?

...He didn't say at that time that the hatred was so deep that it would not end until one's death!

To put it another way, Fire in the Stone was so good that Shi Tonghe made a private deal with it. Any normal person would at least give a reminder, even if he didn't brag about it to his old classmates, right?

Instead, he just said lightly, "Shi Tonghe and I have some conflicts."

Can this be a normal person?!

She really regrets it now.

Let alone turning this meeting into "a meeting of unity and victory". The young and old men swearing in the street like this is already out of shape.

How is this going to end?
She looked at Li Minyang as if asking for help.

Li Minyang, sitting in the center of the vortex, held his chin with his hand and frowned.

Wang Zixu is too impulsive.

To bring out recordings of private conversations in public at a seminar is pure terrorist behavior.

If he is not afraid of someone of Shi Tonghe's level, then what else would he be afraid of? Who would dare to cooperate with him?
If you are treated unfairly, you need to mediate, try to pull the strings, be brave and resourceful, and not act rashly.

Does he really think that if he produces evidence in public, people will do him justice?
There is no such thing as a great ruler in the world.

He took out such shady stuff in public, which was equivalent to exposing the true colors of the Literary Association.

If Shi Tonghe was wrong for threatening him to give up the literary award, then he is even more wrong now that he has openly produced evidence.

Because in the eyes of the public, this is not a conflict between Shi Tonghe and Wang Zixu, but the corruption and decay of the entire organization. What is damaged is the reputation of the entire literary world.

To eliminate this influence, the Cultural Association needs to spend a lot of resources to deal with it.

The final result certainly could not favor Wang Zixu.

At least officially, "Fire in the Stone" and its author Wang Zixu may become a taboo.

As for how this should end now... he didn't know either.

There were quite a few media sitting at the scene, and when they saw this scene, those who reacted quickly started frantically tapping their phones to call for help.

They wanted to take out handcuffs and handcuff the parties present, so that after the meeting, they could dig out everything they knew.

New books are common in the literary world, but such big news is rare. The leaders of the Literary Association may still be worried, but the literary media are all very happy.

Duan Xiaosang lowered his head and whispered into the headset, "I didn't expect that Wang Zixu still had such a powerful trump card in his hand, but... he played it a little too early.

"Or rather, he shouldn't have played this card.

"The cards revealed have no deterrent effect. Shi Tonghe has lost face. He will definitely take advantage of Wang Zixu next."

After saying this, Duan Xiaosang thought for a moment and said:
"If it were me, I wouldn't talk about the deal, I would just play the beginning of the recording, and let Shi Tonghe know. Naturally, he wouldn't dare to make things difficult for me.

"Wait until the seminar is successfully concluded, and then negotiate with Shi Tonghe privately. This will maximize the benefits.

"Doing this now will actually make publishing more difficult. The risk is too great, and formal large-scale publishing houses probably won't dare to take it over.

“Some small publishers that are more commercialized will also take the opportunity to lower prices severely.”

After a pause, she continued:
"In short, doing this will not benefit him at all, and it will only lead to destruction for both parties.

"What do you think?"

"Younan?"

After Duan Xiaosang finished speaking, she realized that An Younan had not replied to her.

I looked down and saw that the Bluetooth connection was fine, but there was no sound on the other end.

"Hello, Younan, are you still there?"

On the other end of the signal, the TV screen was still quietly showing Wang Zixu’s back standing alone.

A gust of wind blew through the hall, and the white curtains rose up, then fell gently.

The room was already empty.

...After hearing the last sentence, An Younan leaned over and got into the car, throwing the Bluetooth headset on the passenger seat.

Duan Xiaosang's analysis was thorough, his operations were rational, and his thinking was particularly quick. He thought of the optimal solution in an instant.

Therefore, Duan Xiaosang will become an excellent copyright operator.

But she will never be the little prince.

Wang Zixu would not do such a sensible thing.

He was so well prepared before the seminar, he must have been planning for a long time. It is impossible that he had not thought of Duan Xiaosang's method.

Even if he thought of it, he wouldn't do it.

If he did that, he would no longer be the little prince.

It is difficult for people who don’t know his two identities to understand how twisted and funny he is.

She could even guess Wang Zixu's thinking: if he didn't throw out the evidence and made a deal with Shi Tonghe in private, he would only be pursuing his own interests.

Afterwards, Shi Tonghe continued to be his own literary king. The literary world is still the same. Nothing has changed.

If he only wanted personal gain, he could have revealed his identity on the spot. Why would he have to beat around the bush and argue with others?
It sounds outrageous and probably unbelievable, but that's how he is.

An Younan had been wondering why he was looking forward to Wang Zixu's performance so much that he even went to the trouble of sending Duan Xiaosang to the scene to act as a spy.

Now that I think about it, it’s probably because his thought process is a little different from that of “normal people”.

...Shi Tonghe was clearly standing, but he felt shaky.

All the fat on his body suddenly felt very present.

These flesh grows slowly over time and it is usually hard to feel. But at this moment, it suddenly swells in the clothes, squeezing the buttons tight.

Or maybe it’s not that they have expanded, but Shi Tonghe didn’t pay attention to it before.

In the middle of winter, holding a meeting and sweating profusely is not suitable for someone of his age.

He also had muscles when he was young. At that time, the factory was still in existence, and he had to move 60-pound plates from the material stacking area to the workstation more than 10 times a day, and that’s how he built up his muscles.

Now these muscles are relaxed and filled with a lot of fat. They hang down and flap, especially under the armpits and on the back. They are like little wings, and there is a lot of sweat trapped inside. It is very uncomfortable.

The feeling of exhaustion surged up from the bottom of his heart, lingering between his throat and chest. He once again felt very old.

But he wasn't that old. He wasn't old as long as his dick was hard. His mind was still sharp, and he could still fight.

For example, regarding the recording that Wang Zixu had just taken out, he thought of several angles of defense: In the recording, he never admitted that he was making a deal with Wang Zixu.

He could righteously accuse Wang Zixu of taking the words out of context and interpreting the scene of supporting the younger generation as suppressing the younger generation. His heart is despicable.

But then he thought again, no. He had said more than that at the time. If he really said that, he would be exposed on the spot.

He thought of another way to explain: he didn't actually want to make a deal with Wang Zixu, he just misunderstood. He just wanted to help him.

He also thought of an explanation: In fact, the two were just rehearsing lines, and it was Wang Zixu who took the initiative to ask for it. At that time, he was writing a novel about writers. He was collecting materials.

Or he could also explain it this way: he was trying to match him up with Chen Qingluo, and he was trying to persuade him not to be too busy preparing for the Fei Shi Literature Award and affect his health.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally thought, why should I explain?

As the chairman of the Literary Association, I have to do a lot of leadership work, and if I have to explain everything to everyone, how can I carry out my work?
In a trance, the people next to him were calling "Old Shi, Old Shi" and pulling him to sit down. Wang Zhongxing spoke harshly, as if he was speaking for him.

He wanted to make his attitude clear to Wang Zhongxing, asking him not to rush to explain, because he was upright and had nothing to explain.

He recalled that in 1995, the factory was on the verge of collapse and the director wanted to restructure it. The workers said that this was not right.

The factory used to belong to the state, but now it will be yours. How can it be so easy to get rid of us just by giving us some money?
The factory director called everyone to his office, one by one, and talked about the buyout. At first, all the workers said no, but after the discussion, many said yes. But some people still said no, and they gathered together to make trouble, demanding the factory director to give an explanation.

The factory director stood on his desk, eyes wide open, like a tiger, pointing at the crowd of people below and saying, "What do I need to explain? This is a major policy, not something I invented."

He was not among the group of people at the time, but just watched the process from a distance. But this scene was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Many years later, he met the factory director again. He was driving a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan and had become a model entrepreneur in the city.

Many things in this world are like this, there is no way to explain it. The world was not invented by him. Wang Zixu only knows how to question him, but what is the point of questioning him? He doesn't know the answer.

People who engage in literature don't need to know the answers. Even if they know the answers, they can't solve them. They are only responsible for raising questions, and raising questions over and over again. Some questions will be solved after being raised, but some will not, and will remain hanging there.

Zhong Junmin was talking nearby, but he couldn't hear what he was saying. His brain helped him to connect to a past conversation, which was what the factory manager said when he was talking to him about the buyout, drowning out the noisy voices at the scene.

The factory manager said, "I know you can write. The royalties you receive every month are equivalent to a month's salary for others. You should have left long ago. The main reason is that your parents don't agree. They think that working in the factory at least gives you a status."

You gave yourself your identity. You are still young, and the boat is small and easy to turn around. Try to experience other identities, maybe it will be more suitable for you. For example, go to the cultural center, you will meet more girls and get better treatment. Considering this aspect, you should not take more, but I will give you 2,000 more to buy it out.

He listened to the factory manager. His parents were strongly opposed and argued with him several times at home, but later they stopped arguing when they saw that he was making money. Thanks to the factory manager, the car he drives now is not bad.

His parents were very stubborn. Some of his co-workers were also stubborn. He saw their shadows in Wang Zixu: stubborn and inflexible.

This time, the Feishi Literature Award, "Yesterday's Star" was almost destined to win the first prize. He didn't know. He only knew that not letting him participate would harm him.

How could he want to harm him? Fire in the Stone was indeed well-written. Precisely because it was so well-written, he couldn't bear to let the book fight a battle that was doomed to fail.

If Wang Zixu had listened to him at that time, the situation would have been good for everyone, and we wouldn't have ended up in the current situation.

Just like what the factory manager said, when a road is destined to be blocked, you have to learn to change tracks.

He felt that his image overlapped with that of the factory director, and Wang Zixu overlapped with those workers who were making trouble. He suddenly felt a palpitation.

The blood washed over his eardrums, making a thumping sound, and Shi Tonghe could hear nothing; then he felt tired, and was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes. After a while, his heart rate recovered, and Kong Huaifang's voice became clear, filling his ears again.

"... Don't forget, everyone here has received support and care from Mr. Shi. When the Youth Creation Fund was established and needed money, Mr. Shi used his own royalties to make up for it. Would such a person suppress the younger generation?
"Besides, Wang Zixu is a thorn in the side. I have talked to Chairman Shen Qingfeng before. He is well-known in Xihe for his love of stirring up trouble and grandstanding, plotting and harming others. These are all his effective tricks.

"Friends in the media, don't think you can make a big news..."

"Enough." Shi Tonghe interrupted his endless chatter.

"We will hold an internal meeting of the Cultural Association to discuss the questions raised by Wang Zixu, but not publicly. As for this seminar, it will be suspended indefinitely due to the unexpected situation."

After that, he paused for a moment and said, "Does anyone have any objections? If not, I will adjourn the meeting."

Shi Tonghe's voice was decisive and unquestionable, and people could hear a sense of power in his words.

Kong Huaifang felt a little relieved, sat back a bit, and raised his hand, signaling everyone to listen to Mr. Shi.

Shi Tonghe glanced around, and Zhong Junmin had nothing to say, so he held up the materials, knocked them on the table, and said concisely:
"That's it, the meeting is adjourned."

"I have an opinion."

A clear voice sounded at the table.

Everyone looked in that direction.

Gu Zao's eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were bright. He looked serious and said word by word:
"I have an opinion."

Shi Tonghe's blood pressure began to wash the eardrum again, and his temples were throbbing. He put down the materials and said patiently, "What do you think?"

Gu Zao stroked his manuscript with both hands and said, "I haven't given any comments on Fire in the Stone yet.

"I stayed up late last night to read Fire in the Stone, and I couldn't calm down for a long time, so I wrote a heartfelt research material.

"To be honest, I didn't sleep all night last night just because of this. Of course, not sleeping is a small matter. The main thing is that if I am not allowed to speak, I will be very frustrated. It just so happens that I am writing a weighty novella for the intangible cultural heritage story task of the Chinese Language and Literature Association. With this depressed mentality, I will need more courage to face the sunshine tomorrow. If I fail to complete this task, my personal gains and losses are not a big deal. The main thing is that I have failed the trust of the organization in me. At the same time, in terms of cultural export..."

"Enough is enough!"

Shi Tonghe rubbed his forehead and interrupted him: "Go ahead!"

(End of this chapter)