Reborn Cultural Empire

352. The Boy Behind the Cloud

Not long after Wu Junji accepted the public interview of the TV station, a notice of filing a case was also delivered to him.When Wu Junjiu saw this thin page of paper, what came out of his heart was disdain for Yang Yi and Luo Ge, and even hatred, but there was no remorse.

Some people's ideals and pursuits cannot be understood by others, such as Wu Junji.No one knows why he would have such a deep obsession in order to make remarkable achievements on the road of literature.Maybe it was the teaching of the elders when I was young?Or maybe it was a burst of inspiration when I was young, a commitment to the back of a certain white shirt and blue sarong?Or when he became an adult, he discovered that literature was the utopia deep in his heart, just like Kafka, Pessoa, Borges, who were originally small employees, but grew a heart for writing.

These are not mistakes, the only mistake is that he should not choose this way to use other people's efforts to reap his own satisfaction—although Yang Yi's "effort" seems a bit wrong.

So he bravely walked into the court, and he was sure that he had at least 80.00% hope of winning here.Because the kid on the opposite side who was cheated by him could hardly produce any strong direct evidence, and even the indirect witness evidence did not give him the slightest bit of favor because of his writing talent.

In an era where even the crime of plagiarism cannot be effectively defined and punished, what could be better than this?

When Wu Junji jumped off his bicycle, the reporters who had been waiting at the gate of the court flocked to use it, aiming their long guns at this standard poor intellectual, the sound of pressing the shutter, and the electronic firecrackers of later generations. There is no difference, and it sounds into a piece without syllable division.

At the same time, Rogo, Yang Yi, their assistants, and a team of lawyers in the car behind were inside the business car of Yang Yi Culture.Such a lineup shows the strength of Yangyi Culture and the importance they attach to this lawsuit from another aspect.But at the same time, when the focus of the camera is harvested, the ability of this lineup to pull hatred is not weak.

At least when the appearances on both sides are compared on the TV screen through split-screen comparison, or the effect of picture-in-picture appears on the TV screen, many days I naturally have a good impression of Wu Junji.

Neither Wu Junji nor Yangyi Culture had any intention to speak, and seemed to have made up their minds to use the final facts to speak.But it is obvious that there is only one winner among them who can survive.

Wu Junji saw Yang Yi, this time, in his gaze, there was no gentleness that had been deliberately disguised in the past, and there was no special show of favor, just ruoluo ridicule and disdain.Those who sympathize with him will think that this is his declaration of victory and contempt for plagiarists.But only Yang Yi knew that this was Wu Junji's pride in his success in snatching the fruits of other people's labor.

It is showing off without a bottom line, and it is a shameless provocation.

"This bastard..." Rogo's anger burst into flames, and he burst out.With the growth of Yang Yi's cultural strength, Mr. Luo's endurance also decreased in complete inverse proportion to this growth.

Yang Yi took a step forward helplessly, blocking Rogo's way forward, and then turned his head to stare at him: "Is it worth it? This person's IQ is flawed, and so are you, Brother Luo?"

In a word, everyone in this team burst into laughter, and they only hated it at first, not out of worry or anxiety.This kind of emotion was quickly captured by Wu Junji sensitively, and his heart was immediately shrouded in gloom.

This time, because one of the two parties to the lawsuit was Yangyi Culture, it was natural to apply for the request for a closed trial.When the backs of the two parties were completely covered by the gate, there was a burst of not-so-large discussions in the media at the gate.

Then there was nearly three hours of waiting, but in order to get the latest first-hand reports, almost all the reporters expressed no pressure.In fact, this level of squatting is indeed pediatrics for them, and there will be no abnormal emotions.

The sound insulation measures prevented even the judge's hammering and sentencing from leaking any news.But this is not important anymore, because the answer will be revealed soon.

Yangyi Culture came out first, and the reporters handed over their microphones, but they didn't need an answer, they just wanted confirmation of the news.Except for the kid author and the fat boss, the smiles on the faces of the others fully explained the problem.It was a long time after people from Yangyi Culture walked out of the court that Wu Junji appeared in everyone's sight.The distance between the two parties is no more than 20 meters, but in this short distance, there seems to be an invisible barrier that separates joy and despair so tightly.

At least judging from Wu Junji's performance, that's it.Compared with the calmness before entering the court, saying that he is now lost is a euphemistic compliment.Because at this time, Wu Junji was basically a walking corpse.

He didn't understand how he lost.

"Hi, I'm Tian Ming, a reporter from the Oriental Morning Post. Could you give us your thoughts on the outcome of this trial?" The reporter's question was as mentally handicapped as ever, at least this reporter was.

A colleague next to him tried his best to push the microphone forward half a beat, occupying Tian Ming's space: "Hi, you must be "Fate's...", oh no, I'm sorry, it was my mistake, you must be "Tu Yang Yile, the author of Pimples? Can you introduce to the audience in front of the TV why you have such a level of writing skills?"

At least this one didn't ask an idiot to ask a question, but the question he asked was exactly what Yang Yi couldn't answer.Could it be that he is a cheater who was reborn, and he happened to have read a few well-received books?

Most of the media surrounded a group of people from Yangyi Culture, only a few gathered around Wu Junji.But seeing his completely out-of-focus eyes, even the cruelest reporter couldn't ask the question.

Wu Junji felt that he was dreaming, a nightmare that made people go crazy and desperate, and wanted to die.However, the vague and noisy sounds around, the high decibels and the crackling shutter sound made people feel that this nightmare is real again.

His hands were bent into claws, and it took a lot of effort to control his body so that it didn't look like he was trembling, but a normal reaction of a person who lost the lawsuit.

The sun's rays fell straight down, leaving bright spots on Wu Junji's face, and beads of sweat continuously emerged on his forehead.But just being exposed to the sun is obviously not enough to create such a crumbling appearance, not to mention that those recovering from serious illnesses look better than him, and even some old people who are dying are no worse than him.

Yang Yi, or Yang Yi Culture, filed a lawsuit against him with a very simple demand, just compensation for 500 million reputation damages.There are no other incidental clauses, but it is not the penalty that makes Wu Junji desperate. When the number reaches a certain level, he doesn't feel much. Anyway, no matter whether it is 50 or 500 million, he can't afford it.The only thing that made him feel disheartened was the result of losing the lawsuit itself.

He had only heard about the hard disk until now. It turns out that there is something called a computer in the world, which can save the time when the material was first entered.

And another section of authentic material made him even more resentful. When that video was played in front of his eyes, he even forgot to hate and scold Ji Tangdan, his eyes were dull, and if it wasn't for the existence of breathing, he would almost Make people think that he is in the collection of Madame Tussauds.

The chase of the reporters in front was still going on, and there were mixed voices, Wu Junji was in a dazed state, but miraculously heard it clearly: "Excuse me, you are still so young, why are you so young?" Can you write popular articles such as "Those Things in the Song Dynasty" and "Shen Nong Code"?"

"Can you explain it to us and readers, I have also read the book "Stone of Destiny", although I don't know how much this book plagiarized from "Soil Knot", but I think it is not in general. There will be too much gap So how do you bridge the gap between "Soil Pimple" and your first two bestsellers, that is, the gap between popular literature and pure literature?"

"I'm a reporter from xx TV station. I would like to ask, can I make an appointment with you now for an exclusive interview?"

I was overwhelmed with questions one by one, but no one paid attention to Wu Junzhi anymore.It wasn't that he didn't have any news value, but that he was in a trance and didn't know what to answer.

At this moment, his mind is filled with endless four words - ruin and ruin.

……

Just when everyone from Yangyi Culture came out, as if they were happy with the verdict, the continuous rain that had lasted for more than ten days also stopped briefly.There were even two streaks of sun peeking out from the sky. This kind of golden-red sunset light under the layers of cumulus clouds was like the strokes in an impressionist oil painting, vague but brilliant.Accompanied by the movement of the gold-rimmed clouds, the light moves over the city bit by bit, scans over the beautiful lake, and then shines on the street where Yang Yi lives.

At this time, Yang Min was at Aunt Liu's place on the first floor. Four women sat at a table in Fangcheng, with five guns and one gun. It didn't hurt feelings, but the atmosphere was not lacking in enthusiasm.Aunt Liu's husband, on the other hand, served tea and water without complaint, and occasionally played a few cards for anyone who went to the toilet.Then, seeing that the time was almost up, I obediently got up to cook, and the water was drawn from the table before the meal.

Normally, even if Yang Min didn't win, she would never lose too much. Her level of mahjong is not very good, but her anger always makes people look sideways.For example, she made it clear that she played a card for people to listen to, but she would definitely be able to kill herself in the next round, or Yang Min ignored the card played by the previous player in the previous round, but when the next player played the same card again, He clicked the punch she had just heard.

But even so, everyone is still willing to play with her, because Yang Min has a good temper, and occasionally loses a lot and never looks red.On the contrary, when you win a lot, you will always take the initiative to take the share of the money that everyone should pay together, and draw the water alone. No one has anything to say about such a poker player.

As for her life, which was originally short-lived and busy from morning to night, she suddenly became a housewife. Some neighbors must have inquired about it curiously.Yang Min didn't hide anything, and directly told them that his son was writing and published some articles in exchange for the royalties. As for the articles and the titles of the books, they have not been made public.But they are old neighbors, and everyone understands that, except for a very few who like to chew their tongues, most of them are envious for a while, envious for a while, and praise her for having a worry-free son, so they stop talking.

Everyone has their own blessings, and everyone has their own fate. This kind of thing can't be forced.

But this afternoon, except for Aunt Liu's husband who is always dull and honest, the other three women have noticed that Yang Min's mind has not settled down all the time, and he seems to be always looking at the TV, as if the one that has been broadcast no less than ten times May, she never looked the same.

"Hey, Xiao Yang, what's the matter with you today, the TV is so good." Aunt Liu moped the cards, and after seeing the cards, a faint light of excitement flashed in her eyes, and she rushed to Yang Minnu to hide her emotions. Nuzui: "It's an old TV series. I let it go ten years ago. It's not the "Dragon Babu". You don't feel bad after losing so much. Don't lose all your son's daughter-in-law. If you want to watch TV , let us old Zhang fight."

Her husband was standing next to him and smiled honestly, thinking about his wife's luck today, if you want to, just don't take a share of the money.

Yang Min didn't speak, just smiled absently.Although the son said when he left the house that today's lawsuit would definitely be won, as a mother, how could he not be worried?In fact, even today's poker game, she didn't intend to participate, but it was just out of sympathy, and was dragged down by Aunt Liu in the end.

At this moment, the TV screen changed, and it was time for the commercial to be broadcast.But what popped out of the screen was not the familiar "sheep, sheep and sheep", but the face of the location host of the local TV station. Behind her was the not tall, but solemn and majestic silhouette of the Yuezhou Court.

"Hello everyone, I'm Su Jin from Yuezhou TV, and I'm broadcasting a piece of local news for everyone. The recent rumors about Yangyi culture and the plagiarism of Wu Jun, a young writer in our city, have finally come to an end... "

Seeing Yang Min holding up the card but not playing it, and staring at the TV screen, several people rolled their eyes helplessly, but their eyes moved to the TV.But just when their eyes were about to pass by and were about to return to the card table, their heads were tilted, but the focus of their eyes stayed obliquely in another direction, which looked extremely weird and funny, and their mouths were still murmuring. Zhang Xihe: "Yang...Yang Yi?"

A group of aunts and an uncle seemed to be struck by lightning, and they turned their heads away, Yiyi and Yiyi in their throats, but they couldn't come up with a way, as if they suddenly lost their ability to express themselves.Then a group of people looked at each other, and I looked at you, as if to determine whether this was a bizarre dream.

In the end, they understood that they were in reality now, not hysterical together.

"Hey, Xiao Yang, you're not right! It turns out that Xiao Yi is so famous, but you guys kept it so tight, I'm afraid someone will find out the benefits of coming to you." Even with the most famous psychoanalysts and the most advanced computers and testing equipment here, it would be difficult to capture the thousands of meanings behind these expressions.

Aunt Liu also stopped her hand dumbly, even though she could immediately make her own luxurious seven pairs after playing the card in her hand, she didn't care.Her current expression is exactly the same as that of the aunt just now: "Oh, Xiao Min, this... It was said on TV, this is Xiaoyi..."

Everything I wanted to say was out of order, and I didn't know what I was asking.What makes her different from others is that she has a son-in-law who teaches at a school, so she usually talks more about cultural circles.For many people in this street, the data of "Song Dynasty", "Shen Nong" and other bestsellers are just data, but she understands better what kind of wealth these data represent.

"How could it not be Xiaoyi? You have a fever." Aunt Liu's husband still looked naive, he didn't have as many thoughts as a woman's family, he swallowed his saliva in envy for a while, and it was over, absolutely no extra thoughts: "Isn't it clear on TV? It's not Xiaoyi, but someone else? Hey, I really didn't expect that there is such a small writer in our building... Oh, no, it should be called a great writer."

After being yelled at so heartlessly by Aunt Liu's husband, the others gradually came to their senses. After the complicated emotions entangled in their hearts passed, they all calmed down and congratulated each other. One said that Yang Min should hold a banquet to celebrate, the other said that mother and son should have a good time, this mahjong, of course, can't be played anymore.

……

At Su Wan's house, the girl was not in the studio for the first time, but greeted the tomboy from the island country, and Gundam, whose behavior had become more and more normal and obedient, went to the living room together.

Their arrival undoubtedly surprised Su's mother who was chatting with the neighbors, and then saw her find out the remote control and change the channel without saying a word, and her mother made a stern face: "You child, why are you so impolite? , Seeing Aunt Zeng, she didn’t call anyone and didn’t care if they were watching TV, quickly change the channel back”

The girl's mouth opened and closed slightly, and finally she nodded in a low voice to say hello, but she insisted on not switching back to the TV channel very stubbornly.

Su Wan's mother gave her a dissatisfied look, and stretched out her hand, intending to go into battle by herself, but Su Wan turned around to avoid her, and passed her mother's hand.

Just when Su's mother was really blowing her beard and staring at her this time, the TV screen suddenly changed, and Yang Yi's figure was reflected in it, which made Su's mother's extended arm freeze in mid-air.

And the Aunt Zeng next to her has already yelled out: "Yoyo, isn't this...that...is that the kid who often comes to your place? Aiya, I know, it's that..."