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Chapter 128 Sorry, I wrote the poem in seven steps, but it’s a bit dirty (please subscribe!)

Because the group of people acted together, not only Qin Yuan heard the sound at this moment, but everyone else also heard it.

Suddenly, the faces of the group became very ugly. They got along with each other along the way, and everyone has regarded each other as friends.

At this moment, some people openly slandered their friends in public, but any normal person would be angry, and they were no exception.

Among them, Li Wenbo was the most angry. After all, Qin Yuan wrote the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" in front of him. Others did not know whether Qin Yuan had ink in his stomach, but he did not.

Therefore, in his opinion, when others question Qin Yuan, they are questioning him in disguise.

In this way, it would be strange for him to be in a good mood.

At the moment, on the attic on the second floor of the restaurant, a group of well-dressed men were sitting on the sofa, chatting while making tea.

Those words were exactly what they said just now, and the man who questioned Qin Yuan was sitting in the middle, looking like an old god.

This man seems to be careless, but from his eyes, it can be seen that he enjoys the feeling of being surrounded by stars.

The sudden arrival of Qin Yuan and his party immediately attracted their attention. When they saw Qin Yuan himself appearing in front of them, everyone couldn't help but show embarrassment on their faces.

After all, it is really rude to talk about others behind their backs and be overheard by the rightful owner.

In particular, they claim to be intellectuals and often compare themselves to ancient literati and poets. Now that something like this happens, they can’t help but feel a little ashamed of themselves.

The key point is that the person they are talking about is Qin Yuan, a great writer who has been popular all over the country recently.

In this way, while they were embarrassed, they couldn't help but feel a little worried inside.

Because not only Qin Yuan appeared in front of them at this moment, but also Chen Ke, a super boss in the literary circle.

As far as they know, old man Chen Ke is very fond of Qin Yuan, and the fact that Qin Yuan received a joint reward of 100 million from the Ministry of Education and the Literature Association was facilitated by old man Chen Ke.

A young man whom even Mr. Chen recognizes, but they talk about others behind their backs and question their talents. Isn't this questioning Mr. Chen Ke!

In this case, how could they not be cowardly!
However, unlike everyone's embarrassing and worried reactions, the middle-aged man known as Lao Bai still maintained a disdainful smile on his face after seeing Qin Yuan.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Qin Yuan frowned. He asked himself that he had never seen that man before, and it could be said that there was no interaction between the two.

But at this moment, he clearly felt a trace of malice towards him from the man's eyes.

It was said that literati looked down upon each other, but he had never felt this before, because since he came to this world through time travel, the literati with whom he had the most contact were Li Wenbo and Chen Ke.

But these two people gave him a very good impression. They both held high positions in society, but they were very humble and polite.

Not only did the two of them not look down upon him at all, but they respected him extremely, completely treating him as their friend and always treating him with courtesy.

It was also because of the sincerity between their master and apprentice that he thought that all cultural people in this world were like this.

But now he realized that not all educated people would be so polite to him.

Some people respect and like themselves, and naturally some people will look down on and hate themselves.

After all, he is not RMB, and it is impossible for everyone to like him, but it is normal for others to doubt his talent.

Not to mention anyone else, even he would be suspicious if he suddenly heard that someone in this world could write a masterpiece such as "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion".

But doubts are doubts. It's a personal matter. Just talk about it in private. After all, it won't affect anything.

But if there is no evidence to prove that this question is true, you openly express doubts about others in the public, and you still say it in a decent way.

That's not just questioning, it's spreading rumors and slander, such behavior will ruin the reputation of others.

In this way, the so-called questioning is just a fig leaf for venting one's dissatisfaction and trying to hurt others.

And he could clearly see from Lao Bai's eyes that this guy's purpose was not to question, but to vent his anger by questioning his own name.

As for the impact this process would have on him, he didn't care at all.

Although he didn't know how he offended this guy, if he acted like this at this moment, he would naturally not have a good face.

But when Li Wenbo saw the man's face, his expression became even more ugly.

"Brother Qin, don't pay attention to this guy, he's just a horny guy who knows how to bite people everywhere!" Li Wenbo said with disdain.

Hearing Li Wenbo's words, Qin Yuan was stunned for a moment. This statement always seemed familiar to him.

This actually made him very curious about this guy named Lao Bai.

"Do you know him?" Qin Yuan asked curiously.

"Not only I know him, but everyone in the literary and media circles knows him. His name is Bai Shishu, he is a writer, and he specializes in critical literature.

A few years ago, he received a little attention because he wrote a short novel that criticized social phenomena, which gave him a taste of the sweetness.

After that, he regarded himself as a leader in critical literature and published many articles criticizing social reality phenomena.

However, he always reflects existing social phenomena, but never mentions the essence, nor can he provide effective solutions.

So after a long time, it has gradually been called a meat trumpet who can only play the role of social conscience.

Because of this, he has never been able to enter the National Literary Society, so he has always been resentful about this and often trolled others online. Li Wenbo frowned and explained.

“It turns out he’s an intersex person!”

Hearing Li Wenbo's words, Qin Yuan finally understood what was going on, no wonder Baishishu was full of malice towards him.

This is obviously caused by jealousy!

The other party has worked hard for so many years, but has not been recognized by the National Literature Association.

And he just wrote an article, and he was noticed by a master like Chen Ke, who then actively invited him to join the literary association.

After some comparison, it's like one sky and one earth. It's strange that he can be happy like this.

And it's understandable for him to do such a thing because of his extreme psychological imbalance.

But I understand, but it is really disgusting to have no scruples in damaging the reputation of others because of my own imbalance in my heart.

I don't know if Li Wenbo did it on purpose. He spoke very loudly just now, so Bai Shishu himself heard it too.

Suddenly, his face turned green and red, looking very ugly.

Then he looked at Li Wenbo with a gloomy face and said: "Li Wenbo, what do you mean? You two masters and disciples can praise this kid, don't we allow us to question it? How can there be such a thing in this world!

This literary association is not your literary association, it's not just whatever you want.

If you want to get him into the club, you need to approve it, you have to get everyone's approval. You are afraid of offending others, but I am not! "

After saying that, Bai Shishu looked at Qin Yuan with cold eyes, and said disdainfully: "Boy, if you are really capable, just compose a poem on the spot. This will help convince the public!"

Hearing this, Qin Yuan showed a smile and said, "I never said I wanted to join the Literary Association, so you don't need to be so malicious towards me.

And the fact that you can't join the literary association only means that you are incompetent, and it has nothing to do with me.

As for convincing the crowd, it's even more ridiculous. I don't need any of you's approval.

But since you talked about composing poetry on the spot, I actually have a poem for you. "

After speaking, Qin Yuan cleared his throat, and then looked at a group of so-called intellectuals on the second floor and started to read loudly.

"A few crows are chirping, spouting dung and croaking."

"Don't make fun of it today, tomorrow morning, everyone will talk bad."

(End of this chapter)