I'm not a literary giant

Chapter 219 Twelve Angry Men
Shi Tonghe slammed the table and said, "Wang Zixu, how can you behave like this?"

If he still had something on hand, Wang Zixu would have wanted to say "I'll be your mother's head" and then throw anything on the table at him.

Unfortunately, firstly, the manuscript paper on the table had been thrown away, and secondly, his neck was still held by Xiao Mengyin, so he couldn't move freely.

Of course, if Wang Zixu really wanted to make a scene, even if there was no more manuscript paper on the desk, he still had the fountain pen; one or two little girls wouldn't be able to stop him.

The main thing is that he hasn't completely lost his mind.

When he calmed down, he no longer wanted to become the head of Shi Tonghe's mother. Unfortunately, Shi Tonghe also calmed down.

Shi Tonghe took a deep breath and said while knocking on the table:

"Wang Zixu, I asked you to study, not to go crazy! What's wrong with you throwing things around?! Where do you think this is? A zoo?

"I invited you to sit up there so that I could teach you, not to let you mess around! I invite you out now!"

There was silence.

Li Minyang looked back at Shi Tonghe, feeling a little helpless.

Isn't it a bit too much to let people out?

But he couldn't object. After all, Wang Zixu had acted impulsively just now.

Shen Qingfeng put away his sarcastic smile, Gu Zao slowly moved his gaze over here, and Xiao Mengyin's body suddenly stiffened.

Wang Zixu reached out and patted her arm, motioning her to let him go.

I've been scolded, I've felt good, and being kicked out was also expected.

His emotions had reached that point and he couldn't not throw the ball. He had to throw it again, and he intended to throw it on time.

It just seems like a bit of a waste of Xiao Mengyin's kindness.

With her smooth personality, she was willing to take sides for him, which must have consumed a lot of psychological preparation, but now it was all in vain.

The only regret is that I didn't become the fucking head when I was angry just now.

It didn't work just now, so it's a bit too much. So I'd better go away in a carefree manner.

When Wang Zixu tried to move, Xiao Mengyin's arms did not relax but tightened instead.

Wang Zixu was a little surprised. He saw from the corner of his eye that Luo Niang bit her lips tightly.

Xiao Mengyin was a smooth-talking person and didn't care whether Wang Zixu was sitting here or not.

From her point of view, it was just as well that he wasn't here. Without him, she wouldn't have to suffer from the condemnation of her conscience.

But he should not be driven out like a dog.

What's wrong for a writer to protect his or her work?

Kong Huaifang is a big shot, and he can crush people to death by throwing a hat at them. If we talk to him in a normal way, can people see his double-standard nature?
Why should you be kicked out for throwing things around, but you don’t have to take any responsibility for talking nonsense and just pretend nothing happened?
If Shi Tonghe had a little empathy, he would understand how he felt when his work was criticized by others, right?

Why can't people accept that an author with a distinct personality and talent treasures his own works? Isn't this a contradiction?
It's just the grief of the rabbit's death. It's just empathy.

Wang Zixu could act on impulse and criticize Kong Huaifang harshly; she could also just move towards him and take sides.

In Shi Tonghe's mind, this action was already a sign of taking sides, and she would not be so lucky as to think that there was still room for her favorability in his heart to be restored.

Therefore, Wang Zixu must not be kicked out - if she is impulsive, wouldn't she look like a clown?

This thought turned into power and was transmitted to the arm, almost strangling the prince to the point of rolling his eyes.

Shi Tonghe pointed to the gate again: "What are you waiting for? Get out!"

Li Minyang hesitated for a moment, intending to speak to smooth things over. He cleared his throat, but before he could open his mouth, Zhong Junmin, who had been silent beside him, suddenly spoke.

"Chairman Shi, although Wang Zixu was emotional, there was nothing wrong with what he said."

Shi Tonghe and Kong Huaifang turned to look at him at the same time.

Zhong Junmin remained calm like a stone Buddha and said:

"So far, the reviews of Fire in the Stone have been overwhelmingly negative, which is strange.

“If this work is really that bad, do we need to sit here and study it together?”

Xiao Mengyin slowly loosened his arms, and Wang Zixu was also stunned.

He originally thought that Professor Zhong was just here to be a bystander, but he didn't expect that he would actually speak up for him, especially in such a public spotlight.

This is totally inconsistent with Professor Zhong's low-key and profound attitude towards academic research.

Shi Tonghe sighed and turned around and said, "Mr. Zhong, do you think that Fire in the Stone is a good work? But you just said you wouldn't speak."

Professor Zhong didn't even blink and immediately replied:

"Whether this work is good or not, time will tell. I don't need to say. I'm not talking about issues at this level.

"I mean, Mr. Kong's evaluation method just now is problematic. I'm surprised that none of the teachers who spoke here pointed it out, and it was the author who came out to protest in the end. Isn't this ridiculous?"

Hearing this, Kong Huaifang's lips trembled violently twice - Zhong Junmin didn't give him any face at all.

Who is it that is ridiculous? Is it me?

Professor Zhong went on to say: “Ladies and gentlemen, the opinions formed at this seminar will all be included in the evaluation history of Fire in the Stone. If this book has a place in literary history in the future, this seminar will also be recorded in history.

"I ask everyone to take this seriously, accommodate all opinions, not be one-sided, and not let one person have the final say. Even if one person has the final say, at least his or her words should be reasonable, not afraid of questions, not showing weakness, and not making mistakes."

After Zhong Junmin finished speaking, he returned to his sculpture state.

His remarks directly elevated the seminar to a historic height. The seriousness of the meeting was unprecedentedly heightened, and even Kong Huaifang did not dare to say a word.

Li Minyang coughed and said, "I think what Mr. Zhong said makes sense. We at Obtain Magazine are hosting this seminar, and we certainly hope to gain some insights. No matter what method we use, even if it's through quarreling, it will be extremely beneficial, and it's better than being one-sided..."

Shi Tonghe really wanted to slam the table and yell at the two men for being so biased.

Is this undemocratic? Is it democratic to let this guy throw things around like a monkey?
But he suppressed his anger.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

He regarded Wang Zixu as a thorn in his side, but he was not willing to disregard his reputation to get rid of him.

His purpose was not to suppress a prince Xu.

Shi Tonghe put down his hand and said, "Let's vote by raising our hands. Those who agree to let Wang Zixu go, raise your hands."

After saying that, Kong Huaifang immediately raised his hand, and Wang Zhongxing also raised his hand like a flagpole.

Almost all of the people who spoke just now raised their hands. There were 12 people at the table, and except for Shi Tonghe and Wang Zixu, they immediately had 5 votes, forming a majority.

Shi Tonghe looked at Zhong Junmin.

Didn't you say that my style is undemocratic? Is it democratic enough now?

Zhong Junmin didn't even look at him. Shi Tonghe turned his head and saw Xiao Mengyin still standing, frowning slightly.

Xiao Mengyin shuddered and returned to her seat dejectedly, hunching her shoulders and trying hard to make herself look petite.

"Xiao Mengyin, where is your vote?"

Xiao Mengyin stretched out a small hand, timidly, and finally added another hand and made a surrender gesture: "I give up."

Shi Tonghe curled his lips, ignored her, and said procedurally: "Those who disagree with letting Wang Zixu go, please raise your hands."

Zhong Junmin immediately raised his arms high, Li Minyang put his elbows on the table and raised his arms horizontally, and Gu Zao spread his five fingers and put his hands to his ears.

5 votes to 3. The result is clear.

It was also expected.

The few people who spoke just now were originally in the same group as Shi Tonghe. It is normal for them to follow his signal gun now.

Wang Zixu was quite relieved about this result. The only thing that surprised him was that Shen Qingfeng did not vote in favor, but chose to abstain.

"This is the result of the democratic vote, then..."

"I don't think that's appropriate." Zhong Junmin interrupted Shi Tonghe, "Everyone present should be allowed to vote."

Shi Tonghe's face froze.

Li Minyang nodded immediately: "Yes, everyone present should be allowed to participate."

Shi Tonghe's face looked very unhappy: "For such a farce, they actually made such a big scene!"

Zhong Junmin adjusted his sitting position and was about to speak when Shi Tonghe waved his hand and said:

"Enough, enough. Just raise your hands. Let's go through this agenda quickly. Everyone present who disagrees with Prince Xu going out, please raise your hands."

He knew that he was still in the wrong this time. Instead of being scolded by Zhong Junmin and then continuing with the general vote, it would be better to be straightforward and decent.

Moreover, even if the prince was left here, what would happen? Could he debate with the scholars like Kong Ming?

Zhong Junmin nodded and said, "Then let the attendees vote directly."

As soon as he heard that a vote was required, a sharp explosion sound came out of Duan Xiaosang's earphones:

"Raise your hands! Hurry up, raise your hands high, let the whole world see you, and motivate others~"

Duan Xiaosang was so shocked that he grimaced. He raised his hands, covered his ears, and complained quietly: "Do you like Wang Zixu's fun so much?"

"Damn it! I want to see a river of blood!" An Younan jumped up and down.

Next to Duan Xiaosang, Pu Yuyang had a determined expression on his face as he wanted to join the party, and he raised his hand decisively; Tian Zhenlei and Ji Shaofei looked at each other and also raised their hands.

Most of those present were there to watch, unlike those at the table who had deep vested interests. Moreover, most of them were media people, and the more fun there was, the more excited they were.

Therefore, the audience was filled with people who all agreed.

The remaining centrists who did not raise their hands weighed the pros and cons and estimated that Shi Tonghe could not make a fuss about the situation even if he wanted to, so they also raised their hands.

Only a few people who were more old-fashioned, cautious, and disliked Wang Zixu chose to remain silent and did not raise their hands to vote.

Seeing this situation, Shi Tonghe knew that he could no longer suppress Wang Zixu. He lost interest in even looking at the number of abstentions and waved his hand.
"Okay, put it down. Wang Zixu, you can stay. Let's move on to the next item..."

Wang Zixu interrupted him and said, "I haven't finished talking about the topic just now."

Shi Tonghe looked at him with an expression that said, "Don't push me too far, kid," and gritted his teeth, "Are you going to keep making trouble?!"

Wang Zixu looked around and said, "If you don't want me to speak, why don't you just let me out?"

This time even Xiao Mengyin felt that he was being a bit too arrogant.

Li Minyang held out his hand and said, "That's enough. You and Teacher Kong Huaifang have discussed enough. This is a dispute over literary morality. Don't let it become a personal grudge."

Wang Zixu said, "Okay, but Teacher Wang Zhongxing and I haven't had an argument yet... We haven't talked yet."

Wang Zhongxing looked at him as if he was looking at something outrageous.

"Stop arguing and just speak normally." Li Minyang said, "Don't curse."

It is not difficult not to curse, but it is a little bit impossible not to curse.

Everyone sat down again and calmed down. Wang Zixu put his hands on the table and spoke again.

"Teacher Wang Zhongxing, you mentioned three problems just now. One is the loose structure, and the other is the flat characters..."

"I said wait a minute."

Wang Zixu was interrupted and looked up at Wang Zhongxing with the expression of a good student who was listening attentively.

Wang Zhongxing said: "You missed the first point. The structure is loose and the showmanship is serious. These two are one and the same. You can't miss it."

Wang Zixu asked: "What do you mean?"

"The loose structure is the root cause, and the excessive showmanship is the symptom. Because the structure is unstable, it relies on showmanship, and because there are too many showmanships, the structure becomes more loose, which is a vicious cycle."

Wang Zhongxing spoke a lot like a running gag, and after finishing his speech he smacked his lips, feeling somewhat better.

He is different from Kong Huaifang. Kong Huaifang is a popular writer. When he was young, he wrote travel notes abroad. When he was middle-aged, he wrote success stories. When he was old, he wrote Chinese culture and health preservation. In fact, he didn't have much. When he came to attend the conference, the manuscripts were all written by others.

Wang Zhongxing is different. At least he has the right attitude. He really watched Fire in the Stone three times.

“Your structure was good when you thought about it, two families, five generations, but when you wrote it, in order to force the life experiences of five generations, each generation was a single heir, and they were all the same age. This was too deliberate and not natural enough.

"The large number of perspective switches and multi-line narratives in your novels are intended to make up for the inherent flaws in your structure, but the excessive display of technique leads to narrative confusion."

After finishing speaking, Wang Zhongxing stood up and said, "So, these two issues are interrelated. The three issues I mentioned all affect each other. If you have any questions, you can ask me and I will explain them to you."

humiliation!

An Younan, who was watching the live broadcast on the screen, hugged her legs, her face flushed with excitement.

She especially likes to watch other people's ugly pictures. When she puts herself in their shoes, she will feel a certain organ below her chest and above her stomach warm and itchy.

She was also looking forward to how Wang Zixu would respond.

But Wang Zixu's subsequent performance made her slightly disappointed.

"Teacher Wang Zhongxing, I still don't understand what you said. You said that you showed off your skills to make up for the loose structure, but from my point of view, my structure is not loose, the whole book is flawless, and I didn't deliberately show off my skills."

Wang Zhongxing stretched out his hands and said, "You think the structure is not loose, and your factual structure is loose are two different things."

Wang Zixu said: "Then I understand that your feeling that the structure is loose and the fact that the structure is not loose are two different things, right?"

Wang Zhongxing slammed the table and said, "If you try to make excuses, there will be no more conversation."

Wang Zixu asked, "Teacher Wang Zhongxing, let me ask you, you don't create many works, right?"

(End of this chapter)