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Young Master Wang looked in the direction Ye Zhiqiu pointed.

He was a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair and a luxury brand shirt. From a distance, he seemed to be wearing a Submariner watch. The green color was too dazzling.

"Damn, where did this pretentious guy come from?" Young Master Wang spat disdainfully. "Sitting in the author area, he must be an author of the essay contest. I would believe him if he said he was a nouveau riche. He was afraid that others would not know that he was rich. I am not as high-profile as him." Young Master Wang's words made Ye Zhiqiu stunned.

What's going on? Is there an exclusive area for authors? In theory, does that mean there is a place for them?

It seems that I didn't sign in just now. Should I go back and ask?

"That's the modern poet Guan Yi." At this time, an enthusiastic audience sitting next to Ye Zhiqiu reminded, "He's the one who criticized you on Weibo before."

The enthusiastic audience obviously supported Ye Zhiqiu, and said indignantly: "But I think what he said is unreasonable, he's just making a fuss."

Ye Zhiqiu politely thanked for the support, and looked at the middle-aged man who had withdrawn his gaze and was looking around for something with a rather playful look.

Is this the old pervert who was hungry for pictures online? It seems that he also said that he would take him to meet some literary predecessors.

At this time, Guan Yi on the other side was surprised that the novel author Ye Zhiqiu appeared here, but he had no time to pay attention.

He was looking for "Bian Zhilin"!

The two chatted in the inner letter of the essay website. In order to meet today, he also dressed up specially, just to leave a good impression on the intellectual and beautiful female writer.

Unexpectedly, the award ceremony was about to officially start, and "Bian Zhilin" had not arrived yet.

Guan Yi looked at the empty seats in the first row with the nameplates of "Bian Zhilin" on them, and his face was anxious. He secretly regretted why he didn't ask for the other party's contact information. Now he couldn't call to find someone...

The location of the writer's exclusive area, the award-winning author sat in the first row, and the five empty seats in the center were the nameplates of "Haizi", "Gu Cheng", "Xi Murong", "Zheng Chouyu", and "Bian Zhilin".

Five modern poems that became famous, but none of the five writers showed up!

Not only Guan Yi, but almost most of the people in the audience frequently cast their eyes on these five empty seats, and they were also very curious, waiting for the appearance of the five new authors.

At this time, the backstage staff of the essay contest had already been busy.

"Haven't they appeared yet?" An old man asked at the judges' seat.

"Yes." The staff looked anxious and helpless. "We checked the sign-in records, and none of the five authors signed in."

Ma Xuemin looked unhappy. "It's almost time to start, but they haven't arrived yet. These five people are too arrogant!"

"Are they not going to come?" Another old man asked in confusion.

Logically, they shouldn't. Although the prize money for this essay contest is not much, the first prize is only 300,000, but the most important thing for winning a prize in this kind of competition is the increase in popularity besides cash.

Don't say that literati have integrity and don't care about these false names. You have to know that literati also have to eat. There is no reason not to take the prize.

"It shouldn't be." The staff looked puzzled. "We all sent a message on the station, and all five of them replied that they would come."

Qin Dewen's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he was silent for a moment and said: "Try to contact again. If they don't come, the ceremony will start as usual and can't wait."

The staff responded and hurried to make arrangements.

Wang Dashao and Ye Zhiqiu chatted for a while, and suddenly a weak voice came.

"Hello, sorry..."

The two turned their heads and saw a quiet little girl. Her face turned red under the gaze of the two. Finally, she mustered up the courage to say to Ye Zhiqiu: "This seat... seems to be reserved by me."

In fact, when this quiet girl came to the venue and confirmed again and again that it was Ye Zhiqiu who took her seat, she was a little surprised.

But seeing that Ye Zhiqiu and Wang Dashao were chatting happily and embarrassed to interrupt, she thought that Ye Zhiqiu should have his own seat and would leave soon.

However, as the time for the award ceremony was getting closer and closer, she saw that Ye Zhiqiu seemed to be sitting here and not moving, and finally mustered up the courage to step forward.

The quiet girl's words made Ye Zhiqiu and Wang Dashao stunned, and the two looked at each other.

Ye Zhiqiu asked in confusion: "Is this a fixed seat?"

"It seems so?" Wang Dashao was also a little uncertain, "Mine was moved directly to me by the hotel manager."

The quiet girl handed over her mobile phone weakly, and there was a reservation information and seat number on the screen.

Ye Zhiqiu looked carefully and found that it matched the one he was sitting on, but the chair under Mr. Wang's butt had no number.

Ouch, he really took someone else's seat!

Ye Zhiqiu kept saying no.I'm sorry, so I stood up and offered my seat. Wen Jing also said it was okay, sorry for the trouble.

Young Master Wang didn't care, and said casually: "Where do you sit? I'll move over and sit with you."

Ye Zhiqiu hesitated, "I don't think I signed in? Is there no seat?"

"Impossible." Young Master Wang said firmly, "The seats for authors, media and audiences are one-to-one."

At this point, Young Master Wang seemed to suddenly remember something, "By the way! You haven't told me why you came here?!"

"..." Ye Zhiqiu said honestly, "I'm here to receive the award."

As soon as these words came out, not only Young Master Wang, but also Wen Jing, who had just sat down, was dumbfounded.

"Fuck!"

It took a long time for the two to react, and Young Master Wang blurted out: "You submitted your work and won the award? Awesome!"

"Then you shouldn't sit here, sit over there!"

Young Master Wang pointed to the area where the authors were sitting.

Ye Zhiqiu guessed so. There was no need to sign in or anything. Except for the five empty seats in the center of the first row, all the other seats in the author area were full. Where else could it be?

So, in full view of everyone, Ye Zhiqiu walked to the first row of award-winning authors, glanced at the names on the nameplates of each seat, and then sat down in the seat named "Bian Zhilin" on the side.

This scene stunned many authors.

Many people naturally recognized Ye Zhiqiu, but this was the seat belonging to "Bian Zhilin". Why was he sitting here?

Did he not know that he sat in the wrong place, or was he deliberately provoking? After all, there was a lot of criticism about him online before. Could it be that he was so angry that he deliberately came to the essay contest to cause trouble?

Everyone suddenly had a lot of associations. Next to Ye Zhiqiu's seat was a fat man wearing black-framed glasses and quite elegant and bookish.

The fat man was also stunned when he saw Ye Zhiqiu sitting next to him, and reminded him: "Brother, did you sit in the wrong seat?"

"This seat has a name, maybe someone will come later..."

The fat man was kind-hearted, after all, it would be embarrassing to be driven away from the seat after the award ceremony started.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled, his expression unchanged, "Bian Zhilin is right, sitting here."

The fat man was stunned, and smiled awkwardly and didn't know what to say.

At this time, an angry voice came from behind the two of them.

"Get out of the way! This is not the seat you should sit in!"