Chapter 221 A big stone breaks the chest
In the auditorium, Pu Yuyang held his head in Munch's "Scream" pose and let out a silent scream.
How could it be like this?
Before she called Wang Zixu, Wang Zixu hinted at her that her relationship with Shi Tonghe was not good.
She didn’t take it seriously at the time. A new author and a national treasure-level veteran writer, no matter how bad the relationship is, how bad can they be?
To put it bluntly, at Wang Zixu’s level, how could he offend Shi Tonghe?
… He didn’t say at the time that he had such deep hatred that he would never stop fighting!
To take a step back, "Fire in the Stone" is so good that Shi Tonghe made a private deal. As a normal person, if he doesn't talk to his old classmates to brag, he should at least give him a warning, right?
It turned out that he was fine, and he just said lightly, "I have a little conflict with Shi Tonghe."
Can this be a normal person? !
She regrets it very much now.
Not to mention turning this meeting into "a meeting of unity and a meeting of victory." It is no longer the way for young and old men to curse like this.
How is this going to end?
She looked towards Li Minyang as if asking for help.
Sitting in the center of the whirlpool, Li Minyang held his chin in his hand and frowned.
Wang Zixu was too impulsive.
At a seminar, taking out the recording of a private chat in front of the public is purely a terrorist act.
He is not even afraid of someone of Shi Tonghe’s level, so what else would he be afraid of? Who dares to cooperate with him?
When you suffer unfair treatment, you need to mediate, pull, and be brave and resourceful, and you cannot be quick and quick.
Does he really think that if he takes out the evidence in public, people will seek justice for him?
There is no Great Master Qingtian in the world.
For him to take out such a dark and shady thing in public is tantamount to exposing the foundation of the Literary and Art Association.
If Shi Tonghe was at fault when he threatened him to give up the literary award; then now that he is openly producing evidence, his fault is even greater.
Because in the eyes of the public, this is not the 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 impact, the Cultural Association needs to spend a lot of resources to deal with it.
The final result is definitely not in favor of Wang Zixu.
At least officially, "Fire in the Stone" and its author Wang Zixu may become a taboo.
As for how it will end now...he doesn't know.
There were many media sitting at the scene. When they saw this scene, they reacted quickly and started frantically picking up their phones and shaking people.
They wanted to take out the handcuffs and handcuff them to several parties present, and after the meeting was over, they would dig out everything they knew.
There are often new books in the literary world, but such big news is rare. The leaders of the Literary and Art Association may still have a headache, but the literary media are going crazy with joy.
Duan Xiaosang lowered his head and said softly into the earphone: "Unexpectedly, Wang Zixu still holds such a trump card in his hand, but... he played it a little too early.
"In other words, he shouldn't have played this card.
“The revealed cards have no deterrent effect. Shi Tonghe has lost face. He will definitely want Wang Zixu’s face next.”
After saying that, Duan Xiaosang thought for a while and said:
“If it were me, I wouldn’t talk about the transaction. I would just play the beginning of the recording so that Shi Tonghe could understand. Naturally, he would not dare to make things difficult.
“We will wait for the seminar to be settled smoothly and then negotiate privately with Shi Tonghe. Only in this way can the benefits be maximized.
"If we do this now, publishing will be more difficult. The risk is too great, and formal large publishing houses should not dare to take over.
"Some small publishing houses with a deeper degree of commercialization will also take the opportunity to severely lower the price. "
After a pause, she added:
"In short, doing this will do him no good at all. It will completely destroy both the jade and the stone.
“What do you think?”
“Younan?”
After Duan Xiaosang finished speaking, she realized that An Younan had never replied to her.
I looked down and saw that the Bluetooth connection was fine, but there was no sound there.
“Hey, Younan, are you still there?”
On the other end of the signal, the TV screen still played the back of Wang Zixu standing alone.
A gust of draft blew through the hall, and the white curtains raised, and then fell gently.
The room was already empty.
…After hearing the last sentence, An Younan leaned into the car and threw the Bluetooth headset onto the passenger seat.
Duan Xiaosang’s analysis is very thorough, his operation is also very rational, his thinking is particularly quick, and he thinks of the optimal solution in an instant.
So Duan Xiaosang will become an excellent copyright operator.
But she will never become a little prince.
Wang Zixu would not do anything so reasonable.
He was so well prepared before the seminar, it must have been brewing for a long time. It is impossible that he has not thought of Duan Xiaosang's method.
He wouldn’t do that even if he thought about it.
If he did that, he would not be the little prince.
People who don’t know his dual identity have a hard time understanding how twisted he is and how bad his character is.
She could even think of Wang Zixu's thinking: If he didn't throw out the evidence and made a deal with Shi Tonghe in private, he was just pursuing his own interests.
After that, Shi Tonghe continued to be his own literary king. The literary world is still like this. Nothing has changed.
If he only wants personal benefits, he can disclose his identity on the spot, why bother beating around the bush and arguing with others?
It sounds outrageous and may be unbelievable. But that's how cool he is.
An Younan has been thinking about why she is so looking forward to Wang Zixu's performance, and even goes to great lengths to send Duan Xiaosang to the scene as a spy.
Thinking about it now, it’s probably because his brain circuit is so different from that of “normal people”.
…
Shi Tonghe stood clearly, but felt shaky.
At this time, all the fat on his body suddenly became full of presence.
This flesh grows slowly over time and is usually hard to feel. But now it suddenly swelled in the clothes and squeezed the buttons tightly.
Or, it’s not that they swelled, it’s just that Shi Tonghe didn’t pay attention before.
Having a meeting in the middle of winter and sweating profusely is not suitable for his age.
He also had muscles when he was young. At that time, the factory was still there, and he had to move 60-pound plates from the stacking area to the workstation more than 10 times a day, which was how he developed his muscles.
Now these muscles are relaxed, filled with a lot of fat, and hang down, like small wings, especially under the armpits and behind, with a lot of sweat trapped inside, which is particularly uncomfortable.
The feeling of exhaustion rushed up from the bottom of my heart, lingering between my throat and chest. He felt terribly old again.
But he is not that old. As long as your dick is still hard, you are not old. His mind is still sharp and he can still fight.
For example, in the recording that Wang Zixu took out just now, he thought of several defense angles: in the recording, he never admitted that he was making a deal with Wang Zixu.
He can justly accuse Wang Zixu of taking the words out of context and describe the scene of supporting the younger generation as suppressing the underachievers. His heart can be killed.
But then I thought about it, no. He didn't just say that at that time. If he really said that, he would be exposed on the spot.
He thought of another way to explain it: he didn’t actually want to make a deal with Wang Zixu, it was his own misunderstanding. He just wanted to help him.
He also thought of an explanation: In fact, the two were just exchanging lines, and it was Wang Zixu who actively requested it. At that time, he was writing a novel about a writer. He was drawing on material.
Or he could 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 Literary Award, which would affect his health.
He thought for a long time, and finally thought, why should I explain?
As the chairman of the Cultural Association, you have to do leadership work, and there are so many things. If you have to explain everything to others, how can you carry out your work?
In a daze, the person next to him shouted "Shi Lao, Shi Lao" and pulled him to sit down. Wang Zhongxing spoke sharply, as if he was speaking for him.
He really wanted to express his attitude to Wang Zhongxing and ask him not to rush to explain. Because he walked and sat upright, he had nothing to explain to others.
He remembered that in 1995, the factory was dying and the director wanted to reorganize it. The workers all said that this was not right.
In the past, the factory belonged to the state. In the future, the factory will be yours. Just give us the money and send us away. How can there be such a good thing?
The factory director called people to his office and called them one by one to talk about the buyout. At first, the workers said no, but after the discussion, many people said yes. But some people still said no, and they gathered together to cause trouble, demanding an explanation from the factory director.
The factory director stood on his desk, his eyes wide open like a tiger, pointing at the dark group below and said, "What do I want to explain?" This is a big policy, and I didn’t invent it.
He was not among the group of people at the time, but just watched the process from a distance. But this picture was deeply imprinted in his heart.
Many years later, he met the factory director again, who drove a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan and became a model entrepreneur in the city.
Many things in this world are like this and there is no way to explain them. He didn't invent the world. Wang Zixu only knew how to question him. What was the use of questioning him? He didn't know the answer.
People who engage in literature don’t need to know the answer. Even if you know the answer, you can't solve it. They just ask questions and keep asking questions. Some problems will be solved after being raised, while others will not and will remain hanging there.
Zhong Junmin was talking at the side, but he didn’t hear what he said clearly. His brain helped him cut through a past conversation, which was what the factory director said when he came to talk to him about a buyout, covering up the noisy sound at the scene.
The factory director said, I know you can write. The fee you receive every month is equivalent to someone else’s monthly salary. You should have left long ago, mainly because your parents don't agree and feel that at least you have an identity in the factory.
Your identity is given to you by yourself. You are still young, so it is easy to turn around and experience another identity, which may be more suitable. For example, if you go to a cultural station, you will meet many girls and get good treatment. Considering this aspect, you shouldn't take more, but I will give you 2,000 more to buy it out.
He listened to the factory director. His parents were firmly opposed to it and quarreled with him several times at home. Later, they stopped arguing when they saw that he was making money. Thanks to the factory manager, the car he drives now isn't that bad either.
His parents are very stubborn. Some of his co-workers are also very stubborn. In Wang Zixu, he saw their shadow: accepting death and not knowing how to adapt.
“Yesterday’s Star” is almost guaranteed to win the first prize in this Fei Shi Literary Award. He doesn't know. All he knew was that not letting him participate would be harming him.
How could he want to harm him? "Fire in the Stone" is indeed well written. Precisely because it was so well written, he couldn't bear to let the book fight a losing battle.
If Wang Zixu had listened to him at that time, it would have been a good situation for everyone, and we would not have ended up in this situation.
As the factory director said, when a road is destined to fail, you must learn to change the track.
He felt that the images of himself and the factory director overlapped, while Wang Zixu overlapped with those workers who were making trouble. He suddenly had heart palpitations.
Blood flushed his eardrums, one after another, and Shi Tonghe could hear nothing; then he was tired, so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes. After a while, his heart rate recovered, and Kong Huaifang's voice became clearer and filled his ears again.
"...Don't forget, who of you here has not received the support and care of Mr. Shi? When the Youth Creation Fund was established and lacked money, Mr. Shi used his own royalties to advance. Will such a person suppress the younger generations?
"What's more, Wang Zixu, he is a thorn in the side. I talked to Chairman Shen Qingfeng. In Xihe, he was known for his love of causing trouble, grandstanding, and plotting to harm others. These were all his effective tricks.
“And friends from the media too, don’t think you can make big news...”
"That's enough." Shi Tonghe interrupted his eloquence.
"For the question raised by Wang Zixu, we will hold an internal meeting of the literary association and will not discuss it publicly. As for this seminar, due to unexpected circumstances, it will be terminated indefinitely."
After speaking, he paused for a moment and said: "Do you have any opinions? If you don't have any opinions, I will adjourn the meeting."
Shi Tonghe's voice was unequivocal and unquestionable, and people could hear the sense of power in his words.
Kong Huaifang felt a little relieved. He sat back and raised his hand to indicate that everyone should listen to Mr. Shi.
Shi Tonghe looked around, but Zhong Junmin had nothing to say, so he put up the materials, knocked on the table, and said concisely:
"That's it, let's break up the meeting."
"I have an opinion."
A clear voice sounded in the middle of the table.
Everyone looked in that direction.
Gu Zao had bright eyes, a serious face, and said word by word:
"I have an opinion."
Shi Tonghe's blood pressure began to wash away the eardrum again, and his temples were jumping. He put down the material and said patiently: "What is your opinion?"
Gu Zao touched his manuscript paper with both hands and said: "I haven't given any comments on "Fire in the Stone" yet.
"I stayed up late last night and read "Fire in the Stone". My heart couldn't calm down for a long time, so I wrote a sincere discussion material.
“To be honest, I stayed up all night last night just to do this. Of course, it’s a small matter that I didn’t sleep. If the main force didn’t let me speak, I would be very frustrated. I just happened to be writing an article recently for the intangible cultural heritage story task of the Chinese Literature Association. The weight of the novella, I use this depressed mentality, facing the sunshine of tomorrow will require more courage. If I can't complete this task, my personal gains and losses don't matter. The main thing is that I have betrayed the trust of the organization. At the same time, in terms of cultural exports..."
"Enough, enough!"
Shi Tonghe rubbed his forehead and interrupted him: "Just say it!"