Plane Small Bookstore [System]

The sky is full of haze, and the wind brings a hint of coolness from afar. It is going to rain.

Zhong Mengfu sat distractedly in front of the computer, staring at the open blank document for a long time, and only choked out a few lines.

Shit!Shit!It's all shit! ! !

The phone rang suddenly, and she frantically picked up the phone and looked - it was the phone number of her manager, Sister Li.

"Hello? Xiaomeng. Have you read the news?" I don't know if it was her illusion, but Sister Li's voice, which was always in a hurry, was a little uneasy.

"No, I've been writing articles in retreat recently, and I haven't surfed the Internet. What's wrong with the news?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's nothing important." Sister Li changed the subject a little bluntly: "How is your new article?"

Zhong Mengfu no longer has the energy to pay attention to Li Jie's abnormal condition.She squeezed out a smile: "I'm writing, give me some more time."

"It's all right, isn't it time yet? I'm just asking. It's really because your "Extraordinary Fairy Journey" is so popular, Mr. Wang from Renfu Film and Television Company can't wait to release your new article." Li Sister Yu said proudly: "As long as you maintain the standard of "Extraordinary Immortal Journey" in your new novel, it will definitely become a hit, and by then you will definitely become one of the best famous writers in China..."

Zhong Mengfu bit his lips so that the flesh was bloody, and the smile on his face seemed to be covered with paste, and he was strangely stiff: "Sister Li, if you have nothing to do, hang up first, I still have to write .”

"Okay, then I won't bother you. Pay attention to the deadline and go to write."

writing? !Write what?What can she write? !She can't write anything!

Zhong Mengfu put down the phone stiffly, staring at the few words on the document with dull eyes.The lines of black characters seemed to turn into a twisted whirlpool to swallow her in.

That bitch Lu Miaomiao dared to resign!If she didn't resign, if she didn't resign... She wouldn't be unable to write anything now!

With a scream, she quickly raised the laptop and dropped it to the ground. The computer rolled around and shattered in half.Still not relieved, she jumped on the remains of the computer and trampled on it crazily, until the computer was crushed and she didn't stop.

Panting heavily, she stared at the mess under her feet like a ghost, as if chased out by a ghost, she ran out of the study in a panic.Until she sat on the sofa, she was still panting heavily in shock.

In order to divert her attention and improve her mood, she turned on the TV.The most famous talk show in Huaguo is being broadcast on TV, and those who can be on this talk show are all the best in the industry.Zhong Mengfu has also been on this show before - as a best-selling author.Thinking of the glories of the past, her depressed mood inevitably improved a lot, and there was even a smug smile on the corner of her mouth.

Zhong Mengfu watched TV casually, until the well-dressed host revealed the identity of the writer who came to the show, she became slightly interested.

A somewhat familiar figure appeared in the guest channel. As the camera zoomed in on the guest, Zhong Mengfu's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.She opened her eyes wide and looked at the familiar face on the screen with a surprised expression - Lu Miaomiao! !

It's that bitch! !

She looked at the TV screen almost in horror, biting her nails anxiously, why is she on this show?Only an industry leader like her is eligible to be on this show. Lu Miaomiao is just an assistant to a dream weaver. Why should she be on this show? !

……

Lu Miaomiao was sitting in a bright studio, with a huge audience in front of her, and a professional and capable hostess sitting on the side, feeling unreal as if she was dreaming.

This sense of unreality started when she participated in the seminars of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, climbed when the Federation of Literature and Art Circles sent her works to the Pearl Award, the highest literary award in China, and then reached its peak when her works were successfully awarded.Now she is sitting here, facing the national audience outside the camera, and the sense of unreality she feels is just the long aftershock after the earthquake.

"Don't look at Lu Miaomiao's young age, she is a well-deserved 'Pearl' in the literary world." The host praised vigorously: "I think everyone should have heard of it. A few days ago, Lu Miaomiao relied on her "" 1984" and "Animal Farm" won the highest laurel in Chinese literature - the Pearl Award, and she also became the youngest writer in history to win the Pearl Award at the age of 30!"

Amid the warm applause from the audience, Lu Miaomiao pursed her lips and showed an embarrassed smile.

"But..." the host looked at Lu Miaomiao, and said with a more serious tone, "I heard that both "1984" and "Animal Farm" were your works a few years ago, why didn't you vote for the Pearl Award at that time? ?”

"...Because I don't have self-confidence." Lu Miaomiao was silent for a while, and gave an answer that surprised countless audiences: "At that time, I thought that what I wrote was a piece of rubbish. Because of my emotions, I wrote "Animals" It was not even possible to communicate spiritually with invisible things, let alone form a contract with them. So Animal Farm was self-published as a traditional book."

The host sighed regretfully when she heard the words, and she looked at her sympathetically: "Why do you think so? After all, it turns out that your work is very good, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a masterpiece that can be handed down to the world!"

"Because, at that time, I was a student and assistant of a famous best-selling author." Lu Miaomiao raised the corners of her mouth and showed a sarcasm smile: "You probably all know that best-selling author. Zhong Mengfu, the author of "The Way."

"I have read all the works including these two books, hoping to get some pointers from her, but every time she gives me only unbearable vicious curses and harsh insults. She thinks The works I wrote have no value at all, just like my life has no value at all. At that time, she was always attacking me spiritually, and even mobilized everyone in the studio to isolate and exclude me. She hoped that I would collapse... It would be best if I killed myself so she would be content."

What Lu Miaomiao said were all things that did not appear in the script!The host was first stunned by the amount of information contained in her words, and then felt an unbearable excitement—with journalistic sensibilities, she was sure that the ratings of this episode would skyrocket.

For TV stations, ratings are king.

So without waiting for the director's instruction, she immediately asked, "Why do you think she treats you like this?"

Lu Miaomiao suddenly burst out laughing, freely and recklessly: "I only realized it after a friend of mine reminded me. The reason is very simple." She put away her smile, and there was a naked mockery in her eyes: "She has no talent, So she was jealous of my talent."

"The definition of talent itself is a matter of opinion." At first glance, the host seemed to be a peacemaker, but in fact he dug a hole in his heart: "And the routes you take are different. You are a serious literary writer, and Zhong Mengfu is a writer. As a writer of popular novels, her recent "Extraordinary Fairy Journey" has become a phenomenon-level dream that is deeply loved by the people, and in my opinion, this is also a kind of talent."

If Lu Miaomiao denies that "Different Immortal Journey", which is loved by the masses, is a manifestation of Zhong Mengfu's talent, then even if he makes enemies of fans, he will also leave a crazy impression on passers-by.After all, you have your Yangchun Baixue, and we also have our Xialiba people.It would be too arrogant and arrogant to use the former to diss the latter.And if Lu Miaomiao admits to "Extraordinary Immortal Journey", that would be a slap in the face.No matter what answer Lu Miaomiao gave, the program's ratings would be counted.

Under the expectant eyes of the host, Lu Miaomiao sneered, "What kind of talent is a stolen talent?! I am the author of "The Immortal Journey", not Zhong Mengfu! She stole my work!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Zhong Mengfu's originally livid face was as white as paper in an instant.

No, even if she said that, she had no proof.

After thinking about this, Zhong Mengfu's face immediately looked much better.

Yes, she has no evidence, she can't do anything about herself.

And she didn't steal her work!She just recreated it.The version she created is much better than Lu Miaomiao's simple and boring outline essay!

She bit her lip anxiously, staring intently at the TV screen.

Seeing that the hostess quickly recovered from the shock, she asked like a cannonball, "What evidence do you have for saying that?"

Lu Miaomiao shook her head under the expectant and excited eyes of the host and Zhong Mengfu's nervous and frightened eyes, "I have no proof."

As soon as Zhong Mengfu's smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he heard Lu Miaomiao say, "Whether it's serious literature or popular novels, no matter what type of novel it is, I can write more outstanding works in the future. But—" —" She raised her eyebrows and looked straight at the camera. For a moment, Zhong Mengfu almost thought she saw her through the screen: "But, I bet Zhong Mengfu couldn't write a better The work, which was copied from me, and "Different Immortal Journey" with her name on it is already her peak."

Zhong Mengfu frantically picked up the remote control and pressed the off button desperately. Even though the screen had already gone dark, she still mechanically and persistently pressed the off button desperately.After an unknown amount of time, the cell phone on the coffee table rang, and on the screen of the lit cell phone was Sister Li's name.Zhongmeng Fumu stared blankly at the phone screen turning on and off, turning off and on again, and the piercing ringtone of the phone echoed in the living room over and over again, like a life-threatening talisman in hell.

Dark clouds rolled outside the house, a bright lightning pierced the dark sky, and a deafening thunder sounded a few seconds later.

Zhong Mengfu shivered as if waking up from a dream, she jumped off the sofa, scrambled and picked up the phone to answer the call: "...Hello?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then there was a roar from Sister Li: "Thank God, you finally answered the phone!"

"Is what Lu Miaomiao said on the TV true? Did you plagiarize "Extraordinary Immortal Journey"?!"

The light in Zhong Mengfu's eyes completely dimmed.

"Sister Li." She said in a low and calm voice that she couldn't believe it: "Whether I plagiarized or not, we are now grasshoppers on the same rope. If I am finished, you can't get away. So helping me help you."

As soon as these words came out, what else did Sister Li not understand!She cursed loudly, finally regained her professionalism, and asked calmly, "What do you want to do?"

"Buy the draft." Zhong Mengfu's deep eyes were filled with hysterical madness and deep-seated resentment: "Just say that bitch is mentally ill!"

"After confirming her reputation as a lunatic, let the navy release her black material!"

"Ghostwriting, plagiarism, tax evasion, drug use, unspoken rules, chaotic private life, insulting and beating teachers, abusing parents..." Zhong Mengfu said more than a dozen "crimes" in one breath, "The more serious and sensational the better. !"

"……okay, I get it."

"Also." Zhong Mengfu took a deep breath, his face distorted and ferocious like a beast: "Find some friends on the road, and have fun with this great writer."

Don't you want to fuck me?

I'll kill you first!

The author has something to say:

Zhong Mengfu: How can a scholar's business be called stealing (funny.jpg)

When I wrote the word hysteria, I suddenly thought of a piece of knowledge that I don't know if it is cold or not.Hysteria is not an idiom, just like romantic, it is a transliteration of English words. The original word is hysteria, which means hysteria, and also refers to abnormal emotions and abnormal behavior.