Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 68 The wine is in the intestines, it's not easy to vomit at this moment! 【For subscription】

Li Xiang: "I plagiarized?"

Zheng Guoqiang: "There is no doubt!"

Li Xiang was very interested: "I'm curious, why are you so sure?"

Zheng Guoqiang secretly smiled inwardly, what he was waiting for was your words.

He took out his trump card: "I didn't want to talk too much, but although this song is a song, the lyrics are water tunes!"

"This poem was written by my master during the Mid-Autumn Festival in his later years!"

your master?
It's really embarrassing for you to lick your face!
Li Xiang asked back: "Your master's surname is Su?"

"It's a bunch of nonsense." Zheng Guoqiang rebuked angrily:
"My master's surname is Mo Ming Ziyuan. Although he has passed away, it is not something you, a junior, can comment on at will."

Not surnamed Su?
Then what are you pulling!
Li Xiang suddenly felt tired, so he wanted to condemn me with empty teeth?

offstage.

The audience heard about Mo Ziyuan?

All came to the spirit.

How famous is this person?
It’s no exaggeration to say—everyone knows.

After all... that is the first literary master in China to win the Nobel Prize for Literature!

From elementary school to high school, Mo Ziyuan's articles appeared in textbooks!

Recite the four big characters in full, even through the youth of several generations!

Mo Ziyuan is also one of the Eighteen Arhats of the Entertainment Office, he is the big boss who founded the Entertainment Office!
It is said that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, but Mo Laoxian has been away for so many years, and the number one position has always been vacant, and no one dared to move.

Such is his influence!

And Zheng Guoqiang is Mo Ziyuan's closed disciple, he said that it was written by Mo Lao in the Mid-Autumn Festival in his later years, and then look back at the wording and sentence construction of this poem and even the beautiful imagery.

It seems that it is not impossible!
Elder Wei's expression was complicated, if this matter was really implicated in Mo Ziyuan's head, it would be a big deal!

Zheng Guoqiang snorted coldly:
"That Mid-Autumn Festival, I was afraid that the master would be lonely at home alone, so I took my family for a small gathering. The master admired the moon and missed his twin brother who died young——Mo Ziyou, Mo Shishu."

"It was only then that the song title of Shuidiao was created, and Li Xiang didn't copy the entire lyrics. There is also a line at the beginning-Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking and drinking, getting drunk, writing this piece, and conceiving a child."

"This is the true origin of the phrase "Shui Tiao Ge Tou!"

"Because this poem was written by my uncle in memory of my son, it has not been published, and my master has never mentioned it in front of outsiders. I don't know how Li Xiang learned about it, but this poem is 100% plagiarized!"

"The literary world has fallen so far, Xiaoxiao is so rampant? Master, if Quanxia knows..."

Zheng Guoqiang spoke fiercely, beat his chest and stomped his feet, crying blood!

Who is Mo Ziyuan?
If this was in ancient times, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the master of the world is an exaggeration. Anyone in the entertainment industry can suspect plagiarism, but they will never doubt Mo Lao!
What Huaxia pays attention to is to respect the teacher and the way, to be a teacher for one day and a father for life!
In the eyes of the audience, Zheng Guoqiang's move is to protect the reputation of the master!

Live audience.

Even the people who eat melons in front of the TV.

After listening to Zheng Guoqiang's explanation, I thought from the bottom of my heart that what he said was true.

After all, he said the origin of this poem with a nose and an eye, it's hard not to believe it!
When everyone believed that this poem was plagiarized by Li Xiang, they looked at him with inexplicable disdain, disdain and even disgust!
This matter involved a dead old friend, Wei Lao frowned, his eyes swept over the two of them, his face was cold.

"Papa~~papa~~"

Everyone looked intently, and Li Xiang, who had never refuted, stood up and applauded.

He looked at Zheng Guoqiang, shook his head and sighed: "I thought that your own shamelessness was the limit, but I didn't expect it to be urgent. You can even lose your master's face?"

"The old man has never lost his virtue all his life. Who would have thought that after he passed away, he would be pulled by his apprentice as a banner? Mo Laoquan knows, how would he feel?"

"Presumptuous! Li Xiang, how can you speak wild words?"

"You're drunk, stop talking!"

"Mangzi, sit down!"

In the face of criticism from the audience and kind persuasion from friends, everyone gave him strange looks.

really……

Fame can kill people!

Before Li wanted to refute.

Old Wei, bearded and haired, slapped the table and roared, "Quiet!"

He looked at Li Xiang and motioned him to continue talking.

Li Xiang raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Dang!"

Throwing down the wine glass, he walked slowly to Zheng Guoqiang.

at this time.

The live broadcast of this party has already been watched by the audience, waiting for the truth to come out!

Backstage.

The chief director looked at the ratings, and then turned to look at the station leader. Together, the two of them took over the live broadcast again with the consent of the Cultural and Entertainment Office.

They knew in their hearts that the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala was a fart in front of this matter!
As long as this live broadcast is filmed well, let alone the number one ratings, they will witness history.

Did the fledgling entertainment rookie fall?

Or have the established literary circles all lost face?
It doesn't matter what the outcome of the Queen of Heaven battle is tonight.

Li Xiang and Zheng Guoqiang must die together!
Li Xiang gave a disdainful smile, poked his index finger on his chest and said with a sneer: "It's still too late for you to repent, otherwise what will be lost is not your face alone, but the face of your master, and the face of the entire literary world!"

Zheng Guoqiang's pupils shrank suddenly, but he pretended to be calm: "Plagiarism is plagiarism. In the face of the facts, I hope you will be frank and lenient. As long as you are willing to admit your mistakes, I believe everyone will still give you a chance!"

opportunity?

what chance?
I still need you to give me a chance?
Li Xiang retorted: "I have no reason to plagiarize. I am the supreme god of Internet literature at a young age and created a new trend of folk songs. I have a lot of time to squander. Why do I have to think about plagiarism?" Old lyrics?"

"Who knows where you found out, maybe all your achievements were copied! Isn't there a gunslinger studio in the online literature industry!" Zheng Guoqiang narrowed his eyes:
"These are exactly the questions you want to explain. What's the matter with asking me instead?"

"Shi Nao's heartfelt voice, you haven't experienced all this at such a young age, so how could you possibly write such famous lines as wishing you a long life, sharing Changjuan for thousands of miles?"

"Shit!" Li Xiang seemed to have heard a big joke:
"Writing a poem is just a matter of choosing words to make sentences and rhyming them. Who says you can't write a good poem without personal experience?"

These remarks... are really too arrogant.

It is too challenging for everyone's perception.

Everyone at the scene looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at Li Xiang with suspicion.

"Is he drunk?"

"Yeah, how dare you say such things when you're not drunk?"

"Young people drink a little wine and don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

The noisy sound came to my ears, but Li Xiang remained motionless.

Hearing his remarks, Zheng Guoqiang was overjoyed, and he had caught Li Xiang's handle!
He snapped: "Could it be that you can write poems that have nothing to do with what happened to you?"

Zheng Guoqiang naturally didn't believe such absurd thing, and he also expected that Li Xiang's move was just a dog jumping over the wall!
"Why not!"

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Li Xiang went straight to the next table and took the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, raised his head and started to drink!

Wine into the guts!

Full of poetry!

now……

Do not spit too fast!

(End of this chapter)