Wang Zixu said: "You are not qualified! You have problems with your understanding of literature, why should I recognize it? Do you have to listen to the opinions of those who write well? "

Shi Tonghedao: "Prince Xu, you are too arrogant!"

"You are the ones who are arrogant." Wang Zixu suddenly calmed down, "You have lost control in the kingdom of words, but you have the supreme right to speak in the literary world. Use the illusion of wholesale power to create the illusion of authority. You are arrogant, you are arrogant."

Shi Tonghe suddenly shook his head and stood up like crazy: "Say it again?"

Wang Zixu also stood up on the table: "I said your reality is too hungry and too greedy, and he has long eaten your literary self-esteem!"

"Bang! Crack!"

Shi Tonghe raised the celadon cup on the table and threw it to the ground. The poor tea cup exploded on the ground. Half of the cup lid was swirling, sliding out on the ground for a long time, hitting Xiao Mengyin's shoes, who were trembling all over.

"Pang Zixu! Who gives you the confidence to talk about writing in front of me? Do you think you can write?"

Wang Zixu was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Shi Tonghe's angry point would be this.

He thought Shi Tonghe had been writing for ten years and had long stopped caring. However, he didn't expect that what he was most angry about was his writing ability being questioned.

He was just a little surprised and calm down, saying, "If you can write, you don't have to be careful and invite so many people to fire and discredit my books."

Shi Tonghe's face also turned red, and his saliva splashed out. He reached out and pointed wildly in the air: "Who do you think you are? You think you are so great, so I need to smear you personally!"

"If you don't have to slander yourself, why don't you let me participate in the Feishi Literature Award?"

Wang Zixu took out his cell phone, threw it on the table, reached out and pointed it out, and a sound that was familiar to everyone present, flowed out from the speaker:

"What am I going to do?"

"You don't have to do anything, it's my compensation for that matter."

"That's how it is."

"Then, you haven't submitted your articles for this year's Feishi Literature Award yet? You can wait for a year first this year and then submit your articles next year."

"Why?"

"I'll say something sincerely. Listen to you. You're very likely not to win the award this year. Because you're serializing, and when you're serializing, it's next year. You can participate again next year, and the competition will not be able to find out what you think."

"Is it because there is a national collection this year?"

"Whether there is or not, you are likely to not win the award this year. If you don't participate this year, it will be nice to everyone. Have I made it clear?..."

...

The moment Wang Zixu opened the recording, Shi Tonghe suddenly suffered a heavy hammer when he was sitting on a roller coaster.

Mars flew everywhere in front of him, like fire in the stone finally burst, then the sky turned dizzy, holding only the edge of the long table with both hands, like a drowning person holding a lifebuoy tightly so that he would not fall.

Wang Zixu stared at him without any pity, his lips pursed.

Shi Tonghe, the last thing you should do is underestimate "The Fire of the Stone" and think that you can easily crush it to death with a set of tricks.

The second thing you shouldn't do is that you think that after you pass, I will not be able to remember and try to trade with me.

The third thing you shouldn't do is that you shouldn't underestimate Wang Zixu after "The Fire of Stone".

How could a normal person be able to write a book with his life? How could he expect him to be rational?

A creature like a wild dog is very pitiful. He has not lived many good days, has a cruel appearance, and is simple and kind-hearted.

When it is a little better, it will remember you firmly. When you see you, you will come from a distance and rub your head against you.

If you are used to being bullied, if you kick it, it won’t hold much revenge. At most, you can hold your tail and hide from you.

But if you bully it again and again and take away what it cherishes most, don’t blame it for being a little scrupulous and a good memory.

It’s time to go, and it’s the ends of the world. As long as you find an opportunity, it will bite you hard and not let go easily.

Trying around in the wild, swallowing wind and drinking dew, and just survived like this, and still be kind, not because you are born easy to bully.

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