Spare Tire is Gone

This media person was not the only one who lost his stance, and there was a commotion in the venue.

Qi Cong looked at Gu Xun's back in front of him a little bit stunned, and then suddenly returned to his senses, clenched his fists with his hands on his knees, and looked at Wu Heng on the stage.

The distance was too far, he couldn't see Wu Heng's expression clearly, he could only see Wu Heng raising his hand to hold his glasses twice.

After a daze, the host tried to slow down the scene, but he said a few words but it didn't work. Everyone still talked in whispers. Finally, the host compromised and gave up the slowdown, and instructed Wu Heng to answer Gu Xun's question according to the process.

The venue gradually became quiet, everyone looked at Wu Heng, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

"I…"

In the silence of the hall, Wu Heng finally spoke. After he finished speaking a word, he helped his glasses and looked at Gu Xun, with a gentle attitude, even a little gentle: "I don't know where Mr. Gu Xun's friend heard the rumors?"?

Did not answer the question directly.

The meeting place, which had been quiet, became a little commotion again. All of you present here are people who have been up and down in the entertainment industry for many years. When Wu Heng faced such a problem that challenged the dignity and reputation of the author, he did not immediately deny it. Instead, he asked the reason for the rumors, or he was too stupid. Either this question is not easy to answer.

It is not easy to answer what it means, and everyone understands it.

The atmosphere becomes subtle.

Qi Cong pressed his lips together and looked at Gu Xun again.

Gu Xun’s posture has not changed, and his tone of voice is still somewhat slow: "The principle of the question and answer session is that there are questions and answers. You have to answer my questions first, and I will be courteous and answer your questions. Therefore, the rumors are true. ?"

The problem went back again, and there was a faint pit in front.

Everyone looked at Wu Heng again.

Wu Heng said nothing.

The atmosphere gradually stagnated.

"Why don't you speak, is the rumor that Gu Xun said is true?" The media person who choked on the water before was excited, and turned his colleague next to him while holding the camera. "What are you doing stupidly, filming, the headlines are coming!"

When he walked back to his senses, he followed the camera and whispered: "Don't you think that Gu Xun's tone is different from usual? It's a bit like last time Fu Jing—"

"Shhh, be quiet, it will affect the reception."

The two media guys calmed down, and Qi Cong glanced sideways at them.

Is Gu Xun's tone different than usual? Then what is his usual tone, it will be-

"Wu Heng, is it difficult to answer the question I asked?"

Gu Xun spoke again, Qi Cong grabbed his mind and looked towards the stage.

"It's not difficult to answer." Wu Heng finally spoke. He raised his eyes again, holding the microphone in both hands, looking very sincere and honest, "I'm just thinking about the words, my mouth is rather dumb."

Qi Cong lightly bit the flesh of his mouth.

The Shui Wuhen in his memory was really stupid. Every time he discussed a problem, it took a long time to give a response, and his writing speed was also very slow.

"This rumor is half true and half false."

Qi Cong trembled in his heart and stared at Wu Heng.

Wu Heng looked at Gu Xun, and warmly said, “The Chivalrous Bone is not my continuation based on the beginning of a newcomer author. It is my purely original work. However, the title of the book “Chivalrous Bone” and The protagonist’s name is indeed from an online friend of mine. When I published "Chivalrous Bone", this friend had been disconnected from me for half a year. I was very worried about him, so when I published a new book, I used the one he was preparing , The title of the book and the protagonist of the work that has not yet been published, thinking about doing so, maybe he can take the initiative to contact me again."

"Huh? That's it?" The previously excited media person was disappointed.

Qi Cong's heart sank a little, and he bowed his head and stopped looking at Wu Heng.

The atmosphere in the meeting was slightly warmer because of Wu Heng's answer. The host took the opportunity to complete the scene, but was interrupted by Gu Xun's words.

"Really." Gu Xun's tone was still indifferent, as if he was really just asking a question for his friend without much entanglement, "Then I will answer your question. The rumor is that my friend listened to the old Jiangtian website. Here, the old Jiangtian website reopened two days ago. Someone found a novel on it that was exactly the same as your "Chivalrous" in terms of book title, protagonist name, or opening plot. That novel was published more recently than you. It’s more than eight months earlier, and the author’s pen name is... the sound of gurgling water."

Wu Heng's expression changed.

Qi Cong looked up suddenly.

Gu Xun continued to say: "After that, an old author posted on the old station forum. He said that he remembered that this newcomer had posted on the Jiangtian website author’s internal forum for guidance. He said that he vaguely remembered that the newcomer’s post was Before deleting, only you returned the post and left your contact information."

After a few seconds of deathly silence, the venue was bombarded.

"Fuck, fuck!" The media person sitting not far from Qi Cong was so excited that his voice changed, desperately pulling his colleagues next to him, "It's really big news! Hurry up, search the old Jiangtian website. Stop, hurry up!"

"My question is finished, thank you." Gu Xun put down the microphone and sat down.

There was chaos all around, Wu Heng stammered something, the host wanted to round the scene, the media people held the camera frantically and pressed the shutter, many people in the audience were whispering, and many people were raising their hands, trying to ask questions about the remaining two questions. right.

But Qi Cong couldn't hear any sound. He stared blankly at the direction Gu Xun was in, and he didn't feel the joy of being helped by others, but rather a little bit sour.

Obviously a liar, why do you do this now?

The phone suddenly vibrated twice, Qi Cong regained his senses, took out the phone, and saw that it was Zhao Zhenxun's call. He hurriedly adjusted his emotions and turned to the side: "Broker Zhao?"

"Bring Shen Jia out, the schedule has changed, we have to go."

Qi Cong responded, hung up, and went to the front row to talk to Shen Jia about the situation. Shen Jiarumeng, who was getting a little confused by the surrounding riots, immediately got up and walked out with Qi Cong.

Before leaving the venue, Qi Cong glanced back in.

Wu Heng has already stepped down, and the host is trying to get the exchange meeting back on track. There were three empty positions in the middle of the first row, and Gu Xun was nowhere to be seen.

He retracted his gaze, went out with Shen Jia, joined Zhao Zhenxun who was waiting outside the field, and then the three of them walked towards the elevator together.

The media all ran to find Wu Heng, and they walked easily. Shen Jia asked in a low voice, "Why are you leaving suddenly?"

Zhao Zhenxun furrowed his brows tightly: "There has been a change in "The Legend of Qing Gu," the producer wants to see you."

Shen Jia was shocked: "What has changed? I'm going to be kicked out?"

"What nonsense! It's about the contract and the shooting date."

The three of them entered the elevator, Qi Cong consciously stood on the side with the elevator button, reached out and pressed the eighth floor and door close buttons.

The elevator door began to close, and when the door was completely closed with a few centimeters left, a hand suddenly came in.

The hand has distinct joints, and the skin is cold and white, without any blemishes. On the slender fingers, a gemstone ring shaped like a pomegranate flower lies quietly on the base of the middle finger. The blood red gemstone on the ring reflects the dark light under the cold light of the elevator.

The elevator door reopened, and Gu Xun's figure appeared outside. He glanced at Shen Jia and Zhao Zhenxun, then his gaze fell on Qi Cong: "I want to go upstairs too."

Qi Cong curled up his fingers, lowered his head and backed up, giving way to the elevator door.

When Shen Jia saw Gu Xun, his brows frowned, and he glanced at Qi Cong anxiously, hesitated for a moment, did not speak rashly, and reached out and held down Zhao Zhenxun who was about to say hello to Gu Xun.

Gu Xun took the assistant step by step, and stood where Qi Cong was standing before. He first closed the door, and then pressed the seventh floor. Then he turned his head and said to the assistant: "Sometimes it's good to think that you have amnesia."

Gu Xun's assistant is a tall handsome mixed-race man with a short head. He turned his head to look at Gu Xun and wondered: "What?"

"I am amnesia. When I am bullied, I don’t feel uncomfortable. I don’t feel painful when I am betrayed. Because I don’t remember anything, I can sit down happily and watch a lively event that seems to have nothing to do with me."

Qi Cong's fingers trembled, and he raised his head to look at Gu Xun in front of him.

Gu Xun turned his face sideways, his gaze seemed to fall on the assistant, and he seemed to look a little further back. His tone was slow, and his low and magnetic voice was soft, as if whispering to his lover: "You said, if the brain is such a fragile thing, if you use some drastic methods, will the lost memory be remembered again?"

Qi Cong was taken aback.

"Forget it, let's go, lest you be mad again." The elevator door opened, and Gu Xun retracted his gaze and stepped outside.

Qi Cong returned to his senses, fingers tight and loose, loose and tight. When Gu Xun's figure was about to disappear from his field of vision, he asked, "Gu Xun, why are you lying to me?"

The elevator doors began to close.

There was no response outside the door, Qi Cong lowered his head.

boom!

One hand pressed **** the elevator door, and then a leg came in. The elevator door reopened, and Gu Xun's figure appeared outside the door. He held the elevator door with one hand, his eyes fixed on Qi Cong, his expression was almost vicious: "What did you just say?"