Dimensional Bookstore

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

Zhong Mengfu sat in front of the computer in a state of annoyance. She sat in front of the blank document for a long time and only managed to write a few lines.

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

The phone rang suddenly, and she picked up the phone angrily and saw that it was a call from her agent Sister Li.

"Hello? Xiao Meng. Have you read the news?" I don't know if it was her illusion, but Sister Li, who was always in a hurry, sounded a little nervous.

"No, I have been writing in seclusion recently and haven't been online. What's wrong with the news?"

"No, it's okay, it's not an important thing." Sister Li changed the subject a little stiffly: "How is your new article going?"

Zhong Mengfu no longer had the energy to pay attention to Sister Li's abnormality. She forced a smile: "I'm writing, give me some more time."

"It's okay, it's not time yet, isn't it? I'm just asking. It's true that your "Shu Ran Xian Tu" is too popular, and Mr. Wang of Renwei Film and Television Company can't wait to publish your new work." Sister Li said proudly: "As long as you keep the standard of "Shu Ran Xian Tu" in your new work, it will definitely be very popular. By then, you will definitely become one of the most famous writers in the country..."

Zhong Mengfu bit her lips until they were bloody, and the smile on her face seemed to be pasted on with paste, and it was indescribably weird and 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 write."

Writing? ! What to write? What can she write? ! She can't write anything!

Zhong Mengfu put down her phone stiffly, staring blankly at the few words on the document. The lines of black words seemed to turn into a twisted vortex that wanted to swallow her in.

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

She screamed, quickly raised her laptop, and threw it to the ground with force. The computer rolled around and broke into two pieces. She was still not satisfied, so she jumped on the remains of the computer and trampled on it frantically until the computer was crushed to pieces.

She panted, staring at the mess under her feet as if she had seen a ghost, as if she was chased by a ghost, and ran out of the study in a panic. Until she sat on the sofa, she was still panting in shock.

In order to divert her attention and to improve her mood, she turned on the TV. The most famous talk show in China was being broadcast on TV. Those who could appear on this talk show were all the best in their industry. Zhong Mengfu had also been on this show before - as a best-selling author. Thinking of the past glory, her depressed mood inevitably improved a lot, and she even raised a smug smile at the corners of her mouth.

Zhong Mengfu watched TV carelessly until the host in bright clothes revealed the identity of the guest writer. She was slightly interested.

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

It's that bitch! !

She looked at the TV screen with almost some horror and bit her nails anxiously. Why was she on this show? Only industry leaders like her are qualified to be on this show. Lu Miaomiao is just an assistant to a dream weaver. Why is she on this show? !

...

Lu Miaomiao sat in the bright studio, with a huge audience in front of her and a professional and capable female host sitting on the side. She felt as if she was dreaming.

This sense of unreality began when she participated in the seminar of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, climbed when the Federation of Literary and Art Circles sent her work to participate in the Mingzhu Award, the highest literary award in China, and then reached its peak when her work successfully won the award. Now she is sitting here, facing the national audience outside the camera, and the sense of unreality she feels is nothing more than the long aftershocks 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 her hard: "I think everyone should have heard that a few days ago, Lu Miaomiao won the highest crown in my country's literary world-the Mingzhu Award with her "1984" and "Animal Farm". She also became the youngest writer in history to win the Mingzhu Award at the age of 30!"

Amid the audience's warm applause, Lu Miaomiao pursed her lips and smiled embarrassedly.

"But..." The host looked at Lu Miaomiao and emphasized, "I heard that "1984" and "Animal Farm" were both your works from a few years ago. Why didn't you submit the books for the Pearl Award at that time?"

"... Because I had no confidence." Lu Miaomiao was silent for a moment, and gave an answer that surprised countless viewers: "At that time, I felt that what I wrote was a bunch of garbage. Because of my emotions, I couldn't even communicate with invisible things spiritually when I wrote "Animal Farm", let alone sign a contract with them. So "Animal Farm" could only be published at my own expense as a traditional book."

The host sighed with regret when she heard this, and she looked at her sympathetically: "Why do you think so? After all, the facts have proved that your work is very outstanding. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a masterpiece that can be passed down from generation to generation!"

"Because, at that time, I was still the student and assistant of a famous best-selling author." Lu Miaomiao raised the corners of her lips and showed a sarcastic smile: "You probably all know that best-selling author, he is the recent best-selling "Shu Ran Xian" Zhong Mengfu, the author of "The Journey".

"I have read all her works, including these two books, hoping to get some advice from her, but every time she gave me only unbearable vicious curses and harsh insults. She thought The works I wrote had no value at all, just like my life had no value at all. At that time, she always took advantage of every opportunity to intensify her mental attacks on me, and even mobilized everyone in the studio to isolate and exclude me. She wanted me to collapse... It would be best if I could kill myself so that she would be satisfied."

What Lu Miaomiao said is content that does not appear in the script! The host was first shocked by the amount of information contained in her words, and then felt unbearable excitement - due to the sensitivity of a journalist, she was sure that the ratings of this episode would skyrocket.

For TV stations, ratings are king.

So without waiting for instructions from the director, she immediately asked: "Why do you think she treats you like this?"

Lu Miaomiao suddenly laughed, laughing freely and wantonly: "I only understood it after a friend of mine reminded me. The reason is very simple." She put away her smile, with naked ridicule in her eyes: "She didn't 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 trying to be a peacemaker, but in reality he was digging a hole in the air: "And the routes you take are different. You are a serious literary writer, and Zhong Mengfu is a serious literary writer. A writer of popular novels, her latest work "The Journey to Wonderland" has become a phenomenon-level dream that is deeply loved by the people. In my opinion, this is also a kind of talent. "

If Lu Miaomiao denies that "The Journey to the Immortal", which is loved by the people, is the embodiment of Zhong Mengfu's talent, then he will be an enemy to his fans and will leave an arrogant impression on passers-by. After all, you have your sunny days, and we also have our lower-class people. Using the former to diss the latter would be too arrogant. And if Lu Miaomiao admitted to "The Path to Immortality", it would be a slap in the face. No matter which answer Lu Miaomiao gives, the ratings of the show will be there.

Under the host's expectant gaze, Lu Miaomiao sneered, "What kind of talent is a stolen talent?! The author of "Shu Ran Xian Dao" is me, not Zhong Mengfu! She stole my work!"

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

Zhong Mengfu's face, which was originally livid with anger, turned as white as paper in an instant.

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

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

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

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

She bit her lip anxiously and stared at the TV screen.

The female host quickly recovered from the shock and asked like a barrage of questions: "What evidence do you have for saying that?"

Under the host's eyes that hinted at expectation and excitement and Zhong Mengfu's nervous and frightened eyes, Lu Miaomiao shook her head, "I have no evidence."

As soon as Zhong Mengfu's proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he heard Lu Miaomiao say: "Whether it is serious literature or popular novels, no matter what type of novel it is, I will be able to write more outstanding works in the future. But - —" She raised her eyebrows and looked straight at Looking at the camera, for a moment Zhong Mengfu almost thought he saw her through the screen: "But, I bet Zhong Mengfu can't write a more outstanding work at all. He copied it from me and added her The title of "The Path to Immortality" is already her peak."

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

Dark clouds rolled outside the house, and a bright bolt of lightning pierced the dark sky. A few seconds later, there was a deafening thunder.

Zhong Mengfu shivered as if she had just woken up from a dream. She jumped down from the sofa, scrambled to pick up her mobile phone and answered 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 TV true? Did you really plagiarize "Shu Ran Xian Dao"?!"

The light in Zhong Mengfu's eyes completely dimmed.

"Sister Li." She said in a low voice with a calm voice that she couldn't believe: "Whether I plagiarized or not, we are just grasshoppers on a rope now. If I die, you can't get away. So help me too. 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 she has established her reputation as a lunatic, let the navy release her dirty information!"

"Ghostwriting, plagiarism, tax evasion, drug abuse, using hidden rules to get promoted, chaotic private life, insulting and beating mentors, abusing parents..." Zhong Mengfu listed more than a dozen "charges" in one breath, "The more serious and sensational the better!"

"...Okay, I got it."

"And more." Zhong Mengfu took a deep breath, his face twisted and ferocious like a beast: "Find some friends in the underworld and have a good time with this great writer."

Don't you want to mess with me?

I'll kill you first!

The author has something to say:

Zhong Mengfu: How can a scholar's work be called stealing? (funny)

When writing about the word hysteria, I suddenly remembered a piece of knowledge that I don't know if it's cool or not. Hysteria is not an idiom. Just like romantic, it is a transliteration of an English word. The original word is hysteria, which means hysteria, and also refers to abnormal emotions and abnormal behavior.