"Secretary Lin, you are so despicable."

In the office of the China Writers Association, director Chen Qian slapped the table and cursed Lin Hongyuan and said, "You are taking revenge on your own."

"Hmph, Chen Qian, I did not take revenge on my own. I just asked the media to interview the authors who retired. They also told the truth. As the secretary of the Writers' Association's office, I don't even have this power? Also, Chen Qian, don't you think that all modern poetry writers withdraw from the competition are not Qiu Shui's actions?"

"Even if it is, they are their own fault. What does it have to do with Qiu Shui? If they hadn't attacked Mr. Qiu Shui, how could Mr. Qiu Shui write a satirical poem that satirizes them? Their withdrawal only means that they are too small-minded, and the other one knows that their level is not as good as Mr. Qiu Shui, so he just withdraws from the competition."

"What's your fault? I only saw more than half of the participating authors withdrew from the competition. The superiors have noticed this matter. If they don't deal with it, hehe, Chen Qian, do you think you can take this responsibility?"

"Anyway, Lin Hongyuan, I don't agree with your decision. I think it's better to wait until the president comes back before dealing with it."

"The president has gone abroad for inspection, just wait."

The Writers Association meeting ended unhappily.

Although there were a few directors who wanted to help Qiushui, because dozens of modern poetry writers had too much impact on withdrawing from the competition, they had no choice but to contact Youth Daily. Of course, there was no need for Chen Qian to contact you. When Ji Ziping, on the Youth Daily, saw the media raucous bang Qiushui, he had already posted a letter to Youth Daily to support him.

It’s just a pity that Youth Daily is just a newspaper, and although it has a great influence, it was influenced by Lin Hongyuan. Not only was the literary and artistic newspaper of the Writers Association named Qiu Shui a Poetry Domine. Guanghui Daily, which had not dealt with Qiu Shui before, also joined the camp to denounce Qiu Shui. In an instant, with the strong joining of these media, Qiu Shui was caught in the Poetry Domine storm.

"Damn, those shameless guys, they obviously attacked Mr. Qiu Shui first, but they actually bite him back."

At this moment, some of Qiu Shui's supporters were also panicked and talked from time to time in the tt group.

"Everyone goes to Weibo and blog to the forum to completely clarify the matter and let everyone know the truth."

"It's useless. Mr. Qiu Shui is too low-key. Although he is very talented, he has never appeared in public before. Moreover, some of his works are quite high-end. Except for his back three years ago, the others are all academic discussions. It's amazing. Unfortunately, the public doesn't know that we have too few people and can't stand these media."

"Oh, yes. I've asked many people, but they don't know Qiu Shui."

"This is also impossible. Mr. Qiu Shui never wrote novels, had never published any works, and was devoted to academic research. How could the general public know what academic research is? If it weren't for writing poetry this time or children's literature I wrote before, we probably wouldn't know about Qiu Shui's existence."

"Yes, but are we doing nothing? These media are so disgusting. If you continue like this, Qiu Shui's fame will be ruined by these guys."

"I thought the poem "Kill all the million soldiers in the poetry world" written by Mr. Qiu Shui was too violent. Now it seems that the modern poetry world is really completely ruined and is well scolded."

"You only know now. Unfortunately, these poets who are not poets think they are poets. Moreover, some guys dominate the power departments, such as some media, and they can influence them. Since they can't compete with Mr. Qiu Shui, they want to kill Mr. Qiu Shui with public relations. It's so shameless."

"The literary hooligan is not just a waste of time. I am just worried about Mr. Qiu Shui?"

"I am also worried that if such a talented academic master is harmed by these disgusting media, it will be a tragedy for China."

"Brothers, let's stop talking. Although we have fewer people, we will do our best to post the whole thing online. The number of people it can affect will affect as many people as possible. I hope it can help Mr. Qiu Shui overcome the crisis."

"Well, I won't chat anymore, everyone."

"superior."

Although Qiu Shui's supporters are extremely hard-core, the huge Internet is far from enough to promote this part of the publicity. Even if someone sees the posts posted by these friends, he knows the truth. However, more people who don't know the truth, and more passers-by who don't know the pseudonym Qiu Shui, they still preconceived the idea that Qiu Shui is directly regarded as a poetic existence.

Qiushui's fame is in danger.

...

"Mr. Qiushui, are you here or not, please reply."

"Mr. Qiu Shui, you respond to the incident of poetry withdrawal from the competition on Weibo."

"Mr. Qiushui..."

Youth magazine Ji Ziping went crazy. At the critical moment, Qiu Shui was not online.

You should know that Qiu Shui is a master who is highly praised by their youth magazines, including Youth Daily. In other words, it is not that they praise Qiu Shui, but that Youth Daily also wants to use Qiu Shui's talent to promote its influence. Everyone's relationship is mutually promoting each other, and one prosperity is full of prosperity, and one loss is all loss. Especially in recent times, Youth Daily has been working hard on the theme of the revival of ancient poems, which greatly increases the influence of Youth Daily.

However, unexpectedly, at the most important moment, the Writers Association Literary and Guanghui Daily shot back, which caught Youth Daily off guard. Although they also commented as soon as possible to save Qiu Shui's fame, it was a step later, and with the home advantage of the Writers Association Literary and Art Daily, Qiu Shui was still deeply involved in the withdrawal storm.

There was no way out, Ji Ziping planned to communicate with Qiushui to see if there was a better solution.

However, when he sent a message to Qiushui, he found that Qiushui was not there at all.

It was not until 6 o'clock in the afternoon that Qiu Shui replied to the message.

"Sorry, something happened today."

After class, after dinner, Huang Yifan turned on the computer.

Seeing Ji Ziping sending more than a dozen messages, Huang Yifan replied quickly.

"Oh my God, Mr. Qiushui, you are finally back. However, you are a little late."

Seeing Qiushui coming online, Ji Ziping sighed.

Useless.

The delay has been a bit longer, and with the power of these media, it may have affected most people.

It's basically useless to explain it after more than ten hours.

Of course, he actually knew that even if Qiu Shui made an explanation before, it would not be very useful. After all, Qiu Shui had limited influence. His explanation may not necessarily be seen by others. Even if they are their Youth Daily, it can only affect some people. Most people will still misunderstand Mr. Qiu Shui.

However, Ji Ziping was helpless, Huang Yifan in front of the computer opposite was relatively calm, "Editor Ji, I was attacked, I was not in a hurry, but you are more anxious than me."

"Uh...well, Mr. Qiushui, you know?"

"How come I don't know."

Huang Yifan smiled, "The literary newspapers under the Writers Association and Guanghui Daily joined forces to give me the nickname of "Poetry Domineer". How could I not know?"

Huang Yifan knew about this during class at noon, but Huang Yifan was studying hard at noon and had no time to respond. After lunch, Huang Yifan returned to the room and prepared to deal with this matter.

"Since you know, Mr. Qiushui, aren't you worried?"

"It's useless to worry. They obviously want to cheat me, and I can't stop them."

"That's true."

Ji Ziping sighed again and comforted Huang Yifan and said, "Mr. Qiushui, don't be anxious. Fame and fortune are all outside of your own. With your talent and knowledge, as long as you publish a few more articles in the future, others will never remember any poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry or a poetry

He said that, but Ji Ziping knew that sometimes, being attacked in such a place would be a lifelong life.

No matter how talented you are, some people will call you a poem master.

This is extremely unfavorable for a literati.

"Thank you, Editor Ji. However, they wanted to put the title of Poetry Ba on me, probably because they were wrong. Editor Ji, I'm not going to talk anymore, and I still have something to do."

"good."

Ji Zi glanced at him and didn't see clearly what this sentence meant.

After a while, I seemed to understand, "Ah, Mr. Qiushui, you want to fight them alone."

However, Huang Yifan has already stepped down now.

If he saw what Ji Ziping said, he would probably reply, "I hate it the most if you fight alone."

Since those poets dare to use the two major media of the Writers Association Literature and Art Newspaper and Guanghui Daily to jointly suppress themselves, if they do not fight back, then don’t mess around.

After thinking about it, Huang Yifan logged into another TT account, the world's number one white.

Yes, Qiu Shui is Huang Yifan.

The best white in the world is also Huang Yifan.

"Everyone, Mr. Qiu Shui, a writer who Xiaobai likes very much, was attacked by others. The media said that Mr. Qiu Shui is the so-called poetic tyrant, but Xiaobai, who knows the whole thing, knows that Mr. Qiu Shui was completely cheated by those poets in the poetry world..."

In the tt group, Huang Yifan shouted a word to the public.

In an instant, countless disciples of Baiyu Temple bubbling.

"Damn, Dabai, you like Mr. Qiushui too."

"Mr. Qiushui is so awesome, Dabai, you need to study more. Don't be so watery if you have nothing to do, just like Mr. Qiushui's articles."

"I said, Qiu Shui was attacked one after another, and I only know now."

"Dabai, don't worry, our three thousand Baiyushi disciples will definitely help Mr. Qiushui to seek justice. Where are the three thousand Baiyushi disciples?"

"Sorry, the disciples of the Three Thousand Baiyu Temple are gone."

"ah……"

“What’s the situation.”

"What's the situation? The three thousand disciples of Baiyu Temple are all old Huangsheng. There are more than three thousand disciples of Baiyu Temple. Now they are 300,000 disciples of Baiyu Temple."

"So that's it, so that's it."

"The 300,000 disciples of Baiyu Temple obeyed the order and followed me to strait all the media in China."

With an order, the army of 300,000 disciples of Baiyu Temple were suppressed.

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Chapter completed!