Chapter 11: Not stepping down

　　Wang Dongxue was thinking about it sooner or later to tear his face. These reporters will definitely write indiscriminately. It might as well take this opportunity to prove that he is slandered and hacked.
　　 He looked at Morrows angrily and said, "What qualifications do you have to insult me?"
　　All the reporters retired and watched a play!
　　 Morrows said of course very honestly: "I didn't insult you, I just commented from my own point of view."
　　 "If my poetry doesn't work, why should I win the prize today? Why can my book sell so well? Or do you think your vision is more secular? Higher than the whole world?" Wang Dongxue sneered.
　　Everyone nodded their heads, too, and felt that the book review of Morzos was indeed excessive, and should not be the case.
　　 Morrows glared, dissatisfied?
　　He found that not only Wang Dongxue, but also the poets around him were dissatisfied. It seemed that only half a poem could not prove his "strength".
　　Chen Tao is also extremely helpless, although he does not want this to happen, but the problem has already happened! If it is blocked now, it is equivalent to acknowledging the responsibility and mistakes of your company.
　　 The most important thing is that the review network claims to have the most professional team to review and review.
　　 Now Mo Zhuosi represents not only individuals, but companies, and is a representative of a "professional" review team, naturally can not lose the battle.
　　 Otherwise, it will seriously affect the impression of the masses on the commentary network, so no matter how troublesome, Chen Tao does not want Morzos to fall into reality.
　　 Mo Zhuo Si laughed: "Look at your wording, the whole world? Could you be proud that the whole world reads your book?"
　　 "You... You have sharp teeth and sharp lips!" Wang Dongxue was stunned and really suffocated.
"I'm not stepping down on anyone. I know you are not convinced. It happens that so many experts in the industry are present. Whether it is in the publishing world or in the literary circle, they can all witness together. I hurt you deliberately or from the heart. Comment." Moroz is really not afraid of big things. Anyway, there are so many reporters around him. Those who are barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes are doing it! ! !
　　 Everyone is you look at me, I look at you.
　　 is full of jokes, and some people look at Moroz with a fool's eyes.
　　 "Just him?"
　　 "He doesn't care about people too much. Wang Dongxue is the champion of a new generation of poets, and he came out after a lot of selection and testing!"
　　 "Too arrogant, young people now."
　　 "young, vigorous!"
　　 Even Chen Tao has been pulled, and everyone has questioned how credible the reviews are.
　　 One is an employee of the review network, and the other is a famous poet.
　　 There is no comparison between the two, not on the same level, okay?
　　 At this time, this young man who knew nothing about the heights of the earth, actually made a rant, saying that Wang Dongxue's flashy, no depth, and everyone to help witness together?
　　 Isn't this a strange story?
　　I just wrote a broken poem, and I don’t know if I wrote it!
　　 Most people support Wang Dongxue, and some people even think this is a joke!
　　 The reporter started to write down such interesting things...
　　 Morzos said: "It's very simple. We have three poems to compare. You can write poems on site or you can use previous poems. I have to come up with new poems that no one has heard of."
　　 At first glance at this requirement, it was very harsh on Morzos.
　　 After all, it takes inspiration to write poetry. It is very difficult to come up with three new poems at once. On the other hand, Wang Dongxue has a huge advantage. He only needs to pick three of the best poems he has written before.
A poet who was onlookers was Wang Dongxue's friend. He nodded and said, "I agree."
　　 "Yes." Everyone agreed.
　　Wang Dongxue clapped with a smile and said, "Okay! I want to see what qualifications you have to step down on my poems."
Yang Ruiyue from the publishing industry said: "So, you two will limit your time to come up with the poems you are best at, and you don’t need to get three songs at once, one by one, and two wins in three games. We can invite you to be present. Judge the highs and the lows."
　　 There is a confident smile flashing on Mo Zhuo's face, no joke, not to mention three poems, even ten poems, he is not afraid, it is best to come up with a seven-step poem to scare you guys.
　　 Chen Tao pulled him over with some worry, "Are you okay? If we can't, let's apologize, and don't end up falling off the stage."
　　 "Come on, Mr. Chen, his level is just like that, and he can't drop the chain!" Mo Zhuosi said calmly and calmly.
　　 found two large papers and pens at the scene, and put a piece of paper in front of each one.
　　Wang Dongxue picked up the pen and wrote it, and did not need the second and third songs at all. He wanted to completely defeat the other party in the first poem, so as to tell everyone what the gap is! ! !
　　 The time passes by one minute and one second.
　　 The second hand moves ticking.
　　 Wang Dongxue mentioned a pen, which was like a play to him, and took out the works he was proud of a year ago.
　　 He looked at the guy funny, so little time, even Tianzongying could not write anything.
　　However, his expression suddenly stiffened, because Mo Zhuosi actually finished writing.
　　 Everyone gathered in front of Wang Dongxue, he picked up the poem paper and showed it.
　　 "Oh, it's amazing, this "West Wind" is a work praised by Mr. Xu Xiaomu."
　　 "Mr. Xu Xiaomu? Didn't he retire?"
　　 "A good sentence is that the west wind is sassy and yellow, I like it."
　　 Hearing everyone's praise, Wang Dongxue couldn't help showing a smug smile. He looked at Mo Zhuosi provocatively, his eyes full of ridicule.
Do you see it? This is the gap! ! !
　　Although I didn't read Morrows's work, everyone had a heart in mind. This "Westwind" has basically been invincible.
　　Five-year new generation poetry competition, Wang Dongxue won the top spot in one fell swoop, not only countless fans, but also successfully published a collection of poems.
　　 As far as Wang Dongxue is concerned, it is just a young man who has never heard the name. What can he write?
　　 is at this moment.
　　 An elderly man standing next to Morrows exclaimed: "Open your eyes, open your eyes."
　　People immediately turned their eyes away and hadn't read poems yet. UU reading www.uukanshu.com was shocked by the old man who had just spoken.
　　 "Ma Zhong?"
　　 "Ah? Didn't Mr. Ma leave the scene just now?"
　　Ma Zhong is a pseudonym, and his real name is Ma Wenzhong. He is over seventy years old, and now he rarely walks in the literature circle.
　　 Ma Wenzhong looked down and read the poem, but he couldn't help but laughed, "The afterlife is awesome! The mood of this poem is that I am ashamed."
　　At his age, he no longer cares about fame and fortune, so he naturally looks down on him, saying something.
　　 Just now everyone went to Wang Dongxue to read poems. Only a few people stayed at Morrows. At this time, when I heard the old people appreciate it so much, they suddenly showed a look of surprise.
　　 They walked over in surprise and wanted to see what the young man had written, and then the expression changed from curiosity to surprise and finally shock! ! !
　　Jumped suddenly, everyone was stunned.
　　 "I am not satisfied with the huge room by myself, and a pot of fire is burning on the wall of my heart, waiting for a guest from afar."
　　 "The voice of the chicken urged, a pile of ash in the pot, and a yin stolen touch my mouth."
　　 "It turns out that the guest is right in front of me. As soon as my eyelids are closed, I will follow the guest."-"End"
　　 Everyone who finished reading this poem was shocked! ! !
　　 amazing, really amazing! ! !
　　 Especially at the age of Ma Wenzhong, he has reached the late twilight year of touching the line of life and death. He has a deep understanding of this poem, so he will be surprised.
　　 Wang Dongxue swallowed hard. He looked at the shocked expression of everyone from afar, and his heart sank.
　　Although I don’t know what poem that guy wrote, but based on the reaction of everyone around me, I know that it is extraordinary.
　　 He gritted his teeth and bravely walked over.