Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 348 "Chameleon" map cannon strikes! [4k, ask for monthly pass, ask for full booking! 】

The two of them posted Weibo as a chat record again, just as the melon-eaters were eating melons with great interest.

Zhen Buping also stood up.

[Zhen Buping: I hope that this year's Nebula Awards will see Chinese people take home the highest honor in science fiction! 】

He pretended to be nothing, cheered for the two of them, and even @the two of them specially, secretly gnashing his old teeth.

But there is no way, I have to swallow it in my stomach if my teeth are broken.

Zhen Buping teamed up with Yao Chongguang and Deng Wenhu this time, with all the generals, the vanguard was a complete defeat.

Of course, if Zhen Buping is willing to make a move, then maybe there will be a turning point for whoever loses and who wins, but does he dare?
Does he dare to end himself?
In case of defeat, his old face will really be lost.

The current result is fine, Zhen Buping can barely accept it. No one understands Zhong Shurong's sci-fi talent better than him. Three years of accumulated inspiration have been condensed into a novel.

When the book is completed, maybe it will really shock the science fiction world, right?

What's more, Zhong Shurong went all out, but what about Li Xiang?

In Zhen Buping's view, Li Xiang is good at everything, but he shows his sharpness, young people don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and offended so many people.

The enemy he has to face is far more than Zhen Buping alone.

Zhen Buping learned about Li Xiang's progress these days. He is filming and writing online articles. It's okay to write a few short sci-fi stories. As for the novel?

He didn't think that Li Xiang could take care of all these things perfectly in such a short period of time.

Even if he finds time to write a full-length science fiction novel, how can he compare with Zhong Shurong's three-year accumulation?

Thinking of this, he immediately felt relieved.

"Let's fight, let's talk after we fight. Zhong Shurong has a chance of winning." Zhen Buping muttered to himself.

"Dangdangdang."

Wang Cheng walked to the study room on the second floor, knocked on the door, poked his head out, and said to Zhen Buping who was sitting in front of the computer:
"Master, President Yao, and President Deng are all here."

"Ah good."

Zhen Buping immediately raised his head and replied: "You greet first, take out the good tea leaves I have treasured and steep them, I will come down immediately."

"okay."

Wang Cheng nodded, and hung up the door with his hands, only to hear his footsteps going downstairs getting farther and farther away.

Inside the study.

Zhen Buping was busy in front of the computer, so he turned off the computer. Just as he was about to get up and leave, he seemed to think of something, and sat down and bent over to take out a booklet from the drawer.

Opening the booklet and looking at the dense ideas on it, after thinking about it, his expression changed. He just sighed slightly for a while, then closed the booklet and put it back in the drawer.

He pulls out his phone—

【Zhen Buping: Shu Rong, what help do you need from us these days? You can just contact your brother Wang Cheng and write a long story. Don’t worry. 】

Without waiting for Zhong Shurong's reply, he packed everything up and hurried downstairs to the living room.

Because he knew that Zhong Shurong must have entered the Do Not Disturb mode at this time, and he didn't know how long it would be until he saw his message.

And he can only pin his hopes on Zhong Shurong at the moment. Although he still has a lot of ideas at the bottom of the box, he is like Li Xiang's "Broken Soul Gun", but four words——

Don't pass it on, don't pass it on!
He didn't dare to write any more, for fear that he might lose his job at the end of the year.

He also didn't want to hand over the ideas he had accumulated over the years to anyone, so he might as well let it follow him into the coffin.

"I'm sorry, you're finally here."

In the living room, the fragrance of tea is overflowing.

Wang Cheng stood aside to perform the junior ceremony, serving the two presidents.

While Deng Wenhu and Yao Chongguang's tone is still enthusiastic, but what's going on in their hearts is unknown.

Zhen Buping showed a smiling face, walked to the front quickly, and said with a smile:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I still have some urgent matters on hand, I was delayed and neglected, please forgive me."

"it's okay no problem."

Yao Chongguang waved his hand grandly.

Deng Wenhu just smiled slightly when he heard the words, and did not respond.

"Wang Cheng, go outside and set up a banquet to call home."

"Yes."

Hearing the master's order, Wang Cheng immediately agreed and left quickly.

The three of them sat separately, with a pot of tea, before Yao Chongguang and Deng Wenhu could ask questions, Zhen Buping spoke first:

"You two, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I messed up this vanguard battle."

"The duel between Zhong Shurong and Li Xiang did not come to a close. To be honest with the two of you, I am not boasting. This apprentice of my family has far more talent than that. With the inspiration he has accumulated in three years, he is going to write a long science fiction novel. This is to compete for the Xingyun Award for a long science fiction novel."

Deng Wenhu waved his hands, stared at Zhen Buping, with a smile that was not a smile:

"It's not fair, I know Zhong Shurong's talent, and I know he won't necessarily lose this battle, but the problem is, the long-distance water can't quench the near-thirst."

The works released this year for the Nebula Award will not receive the award until next year, but this year will be the new year for the Writers Association.

In other words, the match between Zhong Shurong and Li Xiang actually had no impact on the current overall situation at all.

Is it important to win or lose?
It's not important!

Even if Zhong Shurong really took home the Xingyun Award for Novel Science Fiction...that would be useless, after all the daylilies were cold.

"That's true... This is true."

Zhen Buping smiled sarcastically.

He naturally understood what Deng Wenhu meant, but he couldn't help it, he always had to say something in the scene?
Yao Chongguang, who tried his best to promote this cooperation, came forward to be a good old man again, and said with a posture of his own:
"It's not easy to be unfair, and we also see it in our eyes."

"Yes, I admit it." Deng Wenhu also nodded.

"I have carefully studied Li Xiang's response to law enforcement. For the collection activities of the National Library, this time he wants to persuade everyone and make everyone shut up. His methods are simpler and more rude. , just stand up and make gestures."

Speaking of this, even Yao Chongguang smiled wryly: "But the key is that every time he presents works, they are too capable."

Deng Wenhu and Zhen Buping looked at each other.

Thinking back again——

Village teacher!

Soul-breaking gun!
Wander the earth!

Both of them nodded in fear.

Who wouldn't be shocked after seeing these works?
"So my idea is to transfer the conflict." Yao Chongguang smiled.

"Oh?"

The two asked, "How?"

"In response to the call, isn't the annual short story essay contest starting soon?"

"Let him participate? Then he won't win?" Deng Wenhu was puzzled.

Yao Chongguang smiled slightly: "It's different. If the sky wants to destroy people, it must first make people crazy."

"Snapped."

Zhen Buping applauded and laughed: "I understand. Originally, on a stage of this level, the children and nephews of various families would show their faces and become famous, but if Li wants to participate, it will hinder..."

At this point, even Deng Wenhu understood the brilliance of Yao Chongguang's idea.

"I have no objection."

"I agree too."

A trick to drive away tigers and wolves, in a few words, was born.

The three of them are still not satisfied, you are perfecting the plan with each other.

More than an hour passed in a flash.

At dinner time, Wang Cheng brought the hotel staff, set up a banquet at home, and walked to the living room.

Zhen Buping finished drinking the tea in his hand, got up and greeted:

"Wangcheng is all arranged, and it's time for dinner, shall we leave after dinner?"

"Okay."

The two agreed, and were about to get up, but saw Wang Cheng showing embarrassment, walked up to Zhen Buping, stretched out his hand and secretly pulled down his sleeve.

How could this move escape the eyes of the two old foxes?
Deng Wenhu choked directly:

"How about this meal, Lao Yao, why don't we eat it? I don't think the host seems to welcome us very much."

"Where is the word, where is the word."

Zhen Buping hurriedly stopped Deng Wenhu who was about to rush out the door, after a meal to comfort him, he turned his head to look at his apprentice dissatisfied, and said loudly:

"What do you want? Can you make the decision for me?"

"no no."

Wang Cheng waved his hands again and again, and hurriedly explained:

"Master, President Deng, you have misunderstood. I have something to tell Master."

"Then there's no need to whisper, just say it here, loudly." Zhen Buping ordered.

Seeing the situation like this, Wang Cheng could only nod in agreement. He took out today's "Shan Hai Magazine" from his pocket, handed it to the master, and said to everyone present:

"On my way back to the restaurant, I heard a passer-by say something. Li Xiang published another short story in "Shanhai Magazine". I bought it out of curiosity..."

Hearing Wang Cheng's explanation, Yao Chongguang took the "Shanhai Magazine" silently, sat back in his seat, and read it quietly.

Zhen Buping asked: "And then?"

"Then...then I glanced at the content of Li Xiang's novel, and felt that he was criticizing Sang Huai, so I wanted to tell you something."

"Well, I misunderstood you."

Zhen Buping said soothingly: "Remember, no one in this room is an outsider, so you can speak up if you have anything to say in the future."

"Eh, I see."

"Okay, you go to the dining room first, we'll go there later." Zhen Buping waved his hand.

He saw that something was wrong with Yao Chongguang's expression, so he didn't let everyone go to the dining room to eat now.

Deng Wenhu and Zhen Buping looked at each other, nodded in a rare tacit understanding, and sat back in their seats.

It's another pot of tea.

Yao Chongguang raised his head, his face full of excitement, he laughed loudly and said:
"God help me too!"

Deng Wenhu: "How to say?"

"You'll know it when you see it."

Deng Wenhu took the magazine curiously. Yao Chongguang's words were vague, and Zhen Buping was naturally curious too. He directly searched the Internet. Sure enough, Li Xiang's novel had a lot of noise, and he found the original text easily.

Yao Chongguang looked confident, sitting on the sofa, lifted the teapot, and filled himself another cup of tea.

[Ochumelov turns slightly to the left and walks towards the crowd.

At the gate of the firewood factory, he saw the man with the unbuttoned waistcoat holding up his right hand and showing a bloody finger to the people.

The look on his half-drunk face said, "I'll take your skin off, you bastard." Even that finger looked like a victory banner.

Ochumelov recognized the man as the jeweler Khryukin.

The "criminal" in this case, sitting on the ground in the middle of the crowd, with his front legs spread, trembling all over—

It turned out to be a white terrier with a pointed face and a yellow spot on its back.

Its tearful eyes expressed misery and terror.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Ochumelov pushed his way into the crowd and asked, "What are you doing here? Why are you holding that finger up? . . . Who's shouting?"

"Sir, I will walk my way well, and I have not provoked or offended anyone..."

Khryukin spoke, put his hand over his mouth, and coughed:
"I was talking to Mitri Mietrich about firewood, and all of a sudden, for no reason, this bitch bit this finger... You must forgive me, I am a craftsman, and my work is meticulous. work.

They'll have to pay me a fortune, because maybe I won't be able to use this finger for a week...

Sir, there is not even a rule in the law that says that a person should endure the harm of an animal.

If everyone keeps being bitten by animals like this for a while, there will be no living in this world. "]

"Chameleon" is a short story written by Chekhov in his early years.

In this work, Chekhov vividly portrayed Ochumelov, a hypocritical and flattering patrolman, who threatened to kill it and punish its owner when he thought the puppy was a dog of ordinary people.

When he heard that the owner of the dog was General Shigalov, he sweated on his forehead for a while, and trembled all over his body for a while.

Through the detailed description of the characters' changing attitudes like chameleons, it effectively mocks the servile faces of feudal defenders under the autocratic system.

The story is actually very simple - when the inspector Ochumelov and his followers on patrol crossed the market square, they suddenly heard someone screaming, so they walked towards the noisy crowd.

It turned out that the goldsmith Khryukin tried to burn the nose of a homeless puppy with a cigarette, but the puppy bit his finger.

Seeing the police inspector coming, he complained to him.

At the beginning, the police inspector Ochumelov was very fair and strict, "Okay... whose dog is it? I will not leave it alone." He scolded the dog owner loudly and put the puppy to death;
When someone said that it seemed to be General Zhigalov's dog, he immediately changed his attitude, "Could it be that it can reach your fingers? It's a little big, but you are a big man." He warned He Don't play tricks when you leave gold, saying that everyone is equal before the law.

At this time, his entourage said, it seems that this is not the general's dog.He started to "recolor" again, saying, "How could such a little bastard be raised by a general."

Said it was time to punish "it". But someone said that when he saw the dog at the general's house, he said again: "Khryukin, you fool, it's all your own fault. "

He changed again and again, and when he finally learned from the general's chef that it was the general's brother's dog, he immediately praised the puppy for being "dexterous" and "biting this guy's little finger with his mouth open."

After dealing with the "incident", he said to Khryukin: "I will come to deal with you." He continued to patrol.

In [-] characters, Chekhov's portrayal of the police inspector Ochumelov is penetrating, and he is worthy of the name of a chameleon.

Inside the living room.

After Yao Chongguang drank the last sip of tea, he heard Yao Chongguang and Deng Wenhu sighing at the same time——

"Sure enough, God helps me too!"

(End of this chapter)