The Great Reckless Man of Entertainment from the Beginning

Chapter 68: The wine has entered my heart, and I won’t be happy if I don’t vomit it now! [Please subscribe]

Li Xiang: "Did I plagiarize?"

Zheng Guoqiang: “Without a doubt!”

Li Xiang was very interested: "I'm curious, why are you so sure?"

Zheng Guoqiang secretly smiled in his heart, what he was waiting for was your words.

He came up with his trump card: "I don't want to talk too much, but although this song is a song, the lyrics are like water tunes!"

"This poem was written by my master during the Mid-Autumn Festival in his later years!"

Your master?

It's really nice of you to lick your face!

Li Xiang asked back: "Your master's surname is Su?"

"That's nonsense." Zheng Guoqiang angrily said:

"My master's surname is Mo Ming Ziyuan. Although he has passed away, it is not something that a junior like you can comment on at will."

Not named Su?

Then what are you dragging!

Li Xiang suddenly felt tired. So he wanted to accuse me with empty words?

Off stage.

When the audience heard that there was something about Mo Ziyuan?

Everyone is in high spirits.

How famous is this person?

It's no exaggeration to say - everyone knows it.

After all... that is the first Chinese literary giant to win the Nobel Prize for Literature!

From elementary school to high school, Mo Ziyuan’s articles appear in textbooks!

Reciting the four characters in the whole text has even lasted through the youth of several generations!

Mo Ziyuan is also one of the Eighteen Arhats of the Cultural and Entertainment Office. He is the big boss who founded the Cultural and Entertainment Office!

It is said that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, but after Mo Laoxian has been gone for so many years, the No. 1 position has been vacant and no one dares to move it.

Such is his influence!

And Zheng Guoqiang is a close disciple of Mo Ziyuan. He said that it was written by Mo Ziyuan in his later years during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Looking back, he looked back at the wording, sentence construction and even the beautiful imagery of this poem.

It doesn’t seem impossible!

Mr. Wei's expression was complicated. If this matter really involves Mo Ziyuan, this matter would be really serious!

Zheng Guoqiang snorted coldly:

"That year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was afraid that my master would be alone at home, so I took him to our house for a small gathering. The master admired the moon and missed his twin brother Mo Ziyou, who died young."

"It was only then that I created the Shui Tune song, and Li Xiang did not plagiarize the entire poem. There is another line at the beginning - During the Mid-Autumn Festival, people drink happily and get drunk. I wrote this piece because I was pregnant with my son."

“This is the true origin of the lyrics of Shui Tiao Ge Tou!”

"Because this poem was written in memory of Ziyou's uncle, it has not been published, and the master has never mentioned it in front of outsiders. I don't know where Li Xiang learned about it, but this poem is 100% plagiarized!

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"The literary world has fallen to this point, and Xiaoxiao is so rampant? Master, if I know better..."

Zheng Guoqiang spoke fiercely, beat his chest and stamped his feet, and cried blood!

Who is Mo Ziyuan?

If this were the case in ancient times, it would not be an exaggeration to say that everyone in the world is a master. In the entertainment industry, anyone can be suspected of plagiarism, but they will never suspect Mr. Mo!

What Huaxia values ​​​​is respecting teachers and teachings. Once you are a teacher, you will always be a father!

In the eyes of the audience, Zheng Guoqiang's move was to protect the reputation of his master!

Live audience.

Even the melon-eating crowd in front of the TV.

After listening to Zheng Guoqiang's explanation, I thought from the bottom of my heart that what he said was true.

After all, he said that the origin of this poem has a nose and eyes, so it’s hard not to believe it!

When everyone concluded that this poem was plagiarized by Li Xiang, the eyes they looked at him were full of inexplicable contempt, disdain and even disgust!

This matter involved an old friend who passed away. Mr. Wei frowned and glanced at the two of them, his expression cold.

"Papa~~papa~~"

Everyone looked attentively, and Li Xiang, who had never refuted, stood up and applauded.

He looked at Zheng Guoqiang, shook his head and sighed: "I originally thought that your own shamelessness was the limit, but I didn't expect that you are so desperate that you can even deny your master's face?"

"The old man has always been virtuous throughout his life. Who would have thought that after he passed away, his disciples would use his tiger skin as a banner? Mo Laoquan knows what he will think."

"Presumptuous! Li Xiang, how can you say such arrogant words?"

"You're drunk, stop talking!"

"Mangzi, sit down quickly!"

Facing the criticism from the audience present, the kind advice from friends, and the strange looks from everyone.

really……

Fame can kill people!

Without waiting for Li to refute.

Old Wei's beard and hair stood on end, he slapped the table and roared: "Quiet!"

He looked at Li Xiang and motioned for him to continue.

Li Xiang raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Clang!"

He threw down the wine glass and walked slowly to Zheng Guoqiang.

at this time.

This party was broadcast live and has been watched by the entire audience, waiting for the truth to come out!

Backstage.

The chief director looked at the ratings, then turned to look at the station leaders. Together, the two of them took over the live broadcast again with the permission of the Entertainment Office.

They knew in their hearts that the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala was nothing compared to this matter!

As long as this live broadcast is filmed well, not to mention ranking first in ratings, they will witness history.

Did the fledgling entertainment star fall?

Or has everyone in the established literary world lost face?

No matter what the outcome of the battle between queens is tonight.

One of Li Xiang and Zheng Guoqiang will die!

Li Xiang smiled disdainfully, poked his chest with his index finger and sneered: "It's too late for you to regret it, otherwise it won't be your face alone, but your master's face, and the face of the entire literary world!"

Zheng Guoqiang's pupils suddenly shrank, but he pretended to be calm: "Plagiarism is plagiarism. In the face of the facts, I hope you will be honest and lenient. As long as you are willing to admit your mistakes, I believe everyone will still be willing to give you a chance!"

Chance?

what chance?

Do I still need a chance from you?

Li Xiang retorted: "What reason do I have for plagiarism? I am the supreme god of Internet writing at a young age and created a new trend of folk songs. I have a lot of time to squander, why do I have to think about plagiarism? Where did I know that Mo Mo

Old lyrics?"

"Who knows where you learned that, maybe all of your achievements were copied! Doesn't the online literature industry also have gun studios?" Zheng Guoqiang narrowed his eyes:

"These are exactly the questions you want to answer. Why are you asking me?"

"Shi Nai's heartfelt voice, you haven't experienced all this at a young age, how could you possibly write such a famous line as "I wish you a long life, and we share Changjuan thousands of miles apart"?

"Bullshit!" Li Xiang seemed to have heard a big joke:

"It's just a poem. It's just a matter of choosing words and sentences and rhyming them. Who says you can't write good poems without personal experience?"

These remarks... are really too arrogant.

It’s too challenging to everyone’s perception.

Everyone at the scene looked at each other and looked at Li Xiang with suspicion.

"Is he drunk?"

"Yeah, how dare you say such things when you're not drunk?"

"Young people don't know how high the sky is when they drink a little bit!"

The noisy sound reached his ears, but Li Xiang remained unmoved.

Hearing his remarks, Zheng Guoqiang felt happy, as he had caught Li Xiang's hand!

He sternly scolded: "Can't you just write poems that have nothing to do with your own experiences?"

Zheng Guoqiang naturally didn't believe such a ridiculous thing, and he also expected that Li Xiang's move was a desperate act!

"What's wrong with this!"

Amid everyone's surprised gazes, Li Xiang walked straight to the next table, picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and drank heavily!

The wine fills my heart!

Full of poetry!

now……

Don’t vomit, don’t feel happy!

(End of chapter)