Chapter 4: Not bragging

　　 Xu Qingqing started to make a difference to Morzos. She asked in surprise: "Are you not intentional?"
　　 "Well, I read his book carefully, there is no depth." Morzos nodded pursedly.
　　Xu Qingqing sighed, "It's the same way to do our business, whether you like it or not, anyway, if the guests pay, you should meet their requirements."
　　I don't know why, she looked at Morrows, she was full of gas, but just couldn't break out, and she looked more and more pleasing.
　　 This is really weird. Before, she didn't feel this way at all. It was originally because her family wanted her to find a rich one, and Morzos was a rich second generation, and it happened to be her dish.
　　 But now that I know that Mo Zhuo Si is "boasting", not at all rich second generation, why can't he lose his temper?
　　 Sometimes, the charm value is really terrifying.
　　 Still the same sentence, even drug abuse can be forgiven, what is lying?
　　Muo Zhuo thought of his two parallel world poetry collections. His artistic literacy is not too high, but after a few glances at those two poetry collections, his vision instantly changed.
　　 He said: "If the guests come to complain, let them come to me. It happens that I have been learning to write poetry recently, just to let them see what is meant by poetry."
　　Xu Qingqing was dumbfounded. She looked at Moroz's confident expression, doesn't it seem like bragging?
　　 wrong!
　　 must be bragging. Before bragging about being a rich second generation, now he has changed roles again. Want to be a poet?
　　Xu Qingqing shook her head self-deprecatingly, she felt she really wanted more.
　　 "Nature is hard to move!" She sighed.
　　 Mo Zhuo Si Leng a moment, fluttered, it turned out that Xu Qingqing thought he was kidding, bragging?
　　 "You don't believe me? I can write two sentences for you now."
　　Xu Qingqing was completely disappointed with this man, and by this time he would still be forced to dress.
　　Mo Zhuosi's eyes rolled, he touched his nose and smiled: "So, let me communicate with them."
　　Finally, he pushed out the door and wowed, a group of people outside were acting differently, all pretending to be stupid.
　　Morzos couldn't help but laugh, is this guy Chen Guoqing still pressing other sister's paper and playing "Bang Dong"?
　　 He shook his head with a smile, and then walked towards Wang Tingfei's position, "Come, call back the complaint just now, I'll tell them."
　　 Wang Tingfei thought that Mo Zhuo Si was going to apologize to the guest, and then obediently dialed the guest's phone and handed the microphone to Mo Zhuo Si.
　　Xu Qingqing also came out, she wanted to see how Mo Zhuo Si prepared to end.
　　 No one consciously focused his attention on Morzos, only heard him say to the phone: "Hello, I am commenting on the net."
　　 "Yes, yes, the book review "Forgetting East Street" you said was written by me."
　　 "Well, I'm sorry, I may be more honest, I have a sentence to say, I have read all of his books, and it's just like that."
　　Brushed, Xu Qingqing's face was white.
　　 Wang Tingfei opened his mouth incredulously, my goodness? ? ?
　　 Did he call and apologize?
　　 Is he going to provoke?
　　 Wang Tingfei anxiously pulled the sleeve of Mo Zhuosi, with a shocked expression on his face: "Are you crazy?"
Mortus ignored the persuasion of his colleagues and continued to speak to the phone: "I know you don't believe it, and I can't explain it clearly. In simple terms, everyone's appreciation level is different. I'm at a higher level to analyze His poems."
　　Even though you don’t know what the person on the phone said, you can guess that it’s definitely bursting.
"I don’t understand poems? I admit that I don’t understand very well. I also started to learn poems recently, but I can write a appreciation for you, and then you will know why I say that his poems are not deep and flashy. "Morzos said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
　　 "My Weibo, Mo Zhuo Si, real name, if you read the poem and think that I deliberately hack "Forget East Street" then sue it!" Mo Zhuo Si is at all true, he is full of confidence.
　　 Everyone beside him looked dumbfounded. What's the situation?
　　 "It's over, he's crazy!"
　　 "Lying trough, he is fighting the book with Wang Dongxue! People are new generation poets in China, do you actually say that his poems have no depth?"
　　 "My God, Moroz thinks what kind of nerve you have." Xu Qingqing snatched the phone forward and said to the phone, "Sorry, we will apologize to you again."
　　 snapped and hung up the phone.
　　Everyone in the whole office looked at Morrows like a lunatic.
　　 "Are you stupid or stupid? That's Wang Dongxue! Others are the winners of the new generation of poets. He has also been on TV interviews!"
　　 Morrows nodded calmly: "I know! I am talking about his "Forgetting East Street"."
　　Everyone is ignorant! ! !
OK?
　　 "How many fingers are you looking at?" Xu Qingqing stretched out three fingers before Morrowth's eyes. She thought Morrowth's performance was too weird today.
　　 Morrows grabbed her hand and smiled: "Sangen, wait, I'll go back and write poetry."
　　 Xu Qingqing's hand shuddered when she was caught, and then stayed in place, because her heartbeat was inexplicably accelerated just now, so horrible!
　　Muo Zhuosi returned to his office, UU reading www.uukanshu. com opened his Weibo on the desktop, crackedly entered the password, and then logged in.
　　When he watched "Wen Yiduo Classic Poems", because he liked one of them more, he wrote down the beginning, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly.
　　Anyway, this world doesn't even have more than one person, so he cheeks up and takes his poem to himself.
　　 "Several clouds, relying on the power of thunderstorm,"
　　 "Sweep out all the stars and moons of the day."
　　 "A gust of wind still shouted to catch the weak branch,"
　　 "The branches are wriggling desperately,"
　　 "But the paw that can't escape the wind."-"Rainy Night"
　　 The first person to see this poem was Chen Guoqing sitting next to Morzos. When Chen Guoqing finished reading this poem, he was instantly shocked!
Oh!
Oh my God!
　　 He is responsible for reviewing customers like Morrows. He has also read many poetry collections. He thinks that his literary level is not bad, but after reading this "Rainy Night", he had to take the lead.
　　 "Dang, hang up the sky!" Chen Guoqing raised his thumbs in excitement.
　　After reading this poem, everyone was shocked, and the audience was silent.
　　 Although they don’t know the level of Wang Dongxue’s Forgetting East Street, because few people have watched it, but this
Rainy Night
shocked everyone.
　　 "Is this really written by you?" Xu Qingqing couldn't believe it.
　　 Wang Tingfei took a sip of water and said carefully: "I just searched on the Internet, and it did not appear anywhere else, only his poem in his Weibo."
　　Everyone looked at Morrows with shock in his face.
　　He is not bragging?
　　 Is it really good?