Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 284 The Black Sheep
"I accept your gratitude, but please take these eggs back. Your husband has just been discharged from the hospital and just needs to supplement nutrition." Qin Xiong replied.

"No, no, no, he is recovering very well. These eggs are all homegrown and not worth a lot of money." The woman quickly explained.

"In that case, then I will not be polite." Seeing this, Qin Xiong had no choice but to accept these wishes.

After finishing the work, he saw that the other party hadn't intended to leave, so he immediately asked, "If you have any other needs, please speak up, you're welcome."

"My husband usually wants to read your book, but I didn't expect that you are also from Xiangcheng. If possible, I hope you can sign it for him."

"Yes, no problem." Qin Xiong said.

Afterwards, Qin Xiong saw the other party take out an old and curled-up online novel from the bag, which was at least two centimeters thick.

He took over the novel, the title is his own, the content is also his own, but it is obviously a pirated copy, because his original book has not yet been published.

Qin Xiong hesitated for a moment, but still readily signed his name on it.

"I wish XX a speedy recovery! —— Qin Xiong. On a certain day of a certain year, signed in the writer's village study."

"Thank you!" After the other party took the book, he gave another sincere thank you, then left the egg and left excitedly.

"I'm afraid there are more than a hundred eggs in this basket?" Tang Qingya said.

"Take it directly to the cafeteria of the Writer's Village, and add another meal for everyone. Whether it's scrambled eggs with tomatoes or steamed eggs with minced meat, the taste should be good." Qin Xiong.

"Okay, actually, you can talk to me about this kind of thing." Tang Qingya said.

"What are you talking about, you said you donated a thousand, and I donated another [-]? Are you going to slap your face?" Qin Xiong asked.

"You are always so annoying when you talk, you are very generous to your own people, and you are very generous in donating money." Tang Qingya said speechlessly.

"Am I not generous enough to you?" Qin Xiong asked back.

"Can you still talk properly?" Tang Qingya asked.

"I'm going to sign up. Small talk is limited to three minutes. It's posted on the door. I hope you can take the lead in obeying it." Qin Xiong said.

"It's too much. Does your rule include me? From then on, I won't bother to report to you about Yiyi's affairs at school." Tang Qingya said angrily.

"It's not rare, as long as I think, the teacher will tell me anytime." Qin Xiong.

Tang Qingya became even angrier after hearing this, and slammed the door and left.

"Finally it's clean, and writing is comfortable, and writing can make me happy." Qin Xiong said to himself.

After writing the normal update, Qin Xiong swiped his phone for a while, and found the video account of Writer's Village, which had quite a lot of likes.

Many people have left messages below, hoping to make Ji Weiyang appear more, and want to see his wife.

From this point of view, under the precipitation of the years, everyone is still willing to spend time for beautiful people or things after all.

In order to increase the popularity of Matthew, Qin Xiong would occasionally bubble up in the book review area, using his influence in Douyin to help the Writer Village gain fans.

As his own popularity is getting higher and higher, especially the broadcast volume of animations is getting higher and higher, his popularity is also getting higher and higher now, and his influence is no longer limited to Diandian Chinese website and online novels.

Basically every few days, Qin Xiong would receive an interview application from a media inside and outside the province, but he politely rejected them all.

For one thing, his life experience is relatively simple, and what should be shared has already been shared, so it is difficult to say anything new.

Secondly, he is more inclined to accept interviews from local media. Although their platforms have limited influence and fans, with his help, more outsiders can learn about Xiangcheng and its culture.

He is a grateful person. When he was most down and helpless, he was the leader of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the people in the association, who gave him the courage and confidence to continue to persevere. Now, he also hopes to use his own strength to repay This trust and support.

In the evening, the editor of a website suddenly added Qin Xiong's WeChat.

He thought that the other party wanted to poach him, hesitated for a while, but passed.

After all, a person has been writing for so long, and he also wants to know what value he has reached outside, even if he doesn't plan to go at all.

"Hello, boss." The editor of the outstation.

"Hello." Qin Xiong said.

"Is the boss busy recently?"

"Maybe not as busy as you guys." Qin Xiong said.

"Hehe, there is something I want to discuss with you." The editor of the outstation.

"What's the matter?" Qin Xiong asked.

"In your writer's village, is there a writer called Hu Zuogang?"

"If you ask about your real name, I might know it, but we don't have so many restrictions on pen names here, and you don't need to deliberately report to me..." Qin Xiong.

"I didn't find out my real name either..." the editor of the outstation.

"Is there something you are looking for? If you are writing a manuscript at your home, you should be able to find his real name and corresponding information in the background, right?" Qin Xiong asked puzzled.

"What he filled in should not be his name and ID number. The bank card is also a woman. I can't get through the phone temporarily, and I don't know if it is his phone number." The editor of the outer station.

"What's the matter, are you sure it's someone from our writer's village?" Qin Xiong asked.

"Not sure, but there is a lot of plagiarism in his novels. We are going to seal the book and take it off the shelf, and we need to recover part of the manuscript fee." The editor of the outer station said.

"If there are such unprofessional people in the writer's village, then I will definitely cooperate with you to find out. Wait a minute, I will ask the relevant person in charge." Qin Xiong replied.

Afterwards, he directly called Tang Qingya.

However, it may be that she was left by Qin Xiongqi just now, but she didn't pick up this time.

In desperation, Qin Xiong called Tang Xianxian again.

"Xianxian, among the new members of our writer's village, is there someone with the pseudonym 'Hu Zuo Bandit'?" Qin Xiong asked.

"This name... I don't remember it at all." Tang Xianxian replied.

"I'm not in the group of writers' village, please help me to ask, if there is no one in the village, by the way, ask them if they know this person." Qin Xiong.

"Ok."

Three minutes later, Tang Xianxian replied: "There is no such person in the village, but Jiang Ren seems to know this guy. He used to be a professional shooter and wrote impulsive articles for others..."

"Does he have the specific contact information of the other party? Real name, WeChat, preferably a phone number." Qin Xiong.

"He only has WeChat..." Tang Xianxian.

"Let Jiang Ren find a way to contact him..." Qin Xiong.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I just sent him a question mark, and he blocked him directly, and I can't be contacted temporarily." Jiang Ren quickly chatted privately.

"I guess I've been alarmed, this guy has done something wrong, so I'm afraid you will help find him." Qin Xiong.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ren asked curiously.

"The new book is plagiarized, and the website is going to ask him to recover part of the manuscript fee. Now I'm pretending to be dead, and I can't get in touch." Qin Xiong.

"This... seems like something he can do. When he wrote impulsive essays for others, he copied and pasted them, which made the buyer miserable." Jiang Ren.

"Okay, I understand, there are black sheep everywhere, as long as they are not from our writer's village, I can also explain to others." Qin Xiong.

"I've asked, I'm not from our writer's village, but I used to be a gunman, copy and paste it, so I have a black history." Qin Xiong replied.

"Then it's over. I signed him, and he may have to bear the loss." The editor of the outer station wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Can't you just ask the bank to refund the money?" Qin Xiong asked puzzled.

"There is no legal definition, it's just our unilateral argument. The bank doesn't recognize it. It takes too long to go through legal procedures. It's not worth it for [-] yuan." Editor of Outstation.

"Brother, mourning..." Qin Xiong.

(End of this chapter)