352. The boy behind the cloud

Shortly after Wu Junji accepted a public interview with the TV station, a notice of filing was also delivered to him. When Wu Junji saw this thin page of paper, his heart was disdain for Yang Yi and Rogo, and even hatred, but he had no regrets.

Some people's ideals and pursuits cannot be understood by others, such as Wu Junji. No one knows what he would have had such a deep obsession to make remarkable achievements on the road of literature. Perhaps it was the teachings of elders when he was a child? Or perhaps it was the burst of inspiration when he was young, the promise of a white shirt and blue cloth skirt back? Or perhaps it was the adulthood that he discovered that literature is the ideal country deep in his heart, just like Kafka, Pessoa, and Borges, who were originally young, but had a heart for writing.

None of these are mistakes. The only mistake is that he should not choose this method and use other people's efforts to gain his own satisfaction - although Yang Yi's "working" seems a bit wrong.

So he bravely walked into the court, and he was sure that he had at least 80% hope to win here. Because the boy who had been cheated by him could hardly provide any powerful direct proof, and even the indirect evidence of the person did not favor him at all because of his writing talent.

In an era where even the crime of plagiarism cannot be effectively defined and imposed punishment, what is better than this?

When Wu Junji jumped off his bicycle, the reporters who had already been waiting at the gate of the court rushed to use it, aiming the long spear at this standard hard-working intellectual. The sound of pressing the shutter was no different from the electronic firecrackers of later generations, and they sounded like a piece without syllable division.

At the same time, in Yangyi Culture's business car, Rogo, Yang Yi, their assistants, and the lawyer team in the car behind. This lineup shows the strength of Yangyi Culture and their emphasis on this lawsuit from some other aspects. But in the same way, when gaining the focus of the camera, this lineup's ability to attract hatred is quite strong.

At least when the appearance screens on both sides appear on the TV screen through split-screen comparison or the effect of picture-in-picture appears on the TV screen, many days naturally develop a favorable impression of Wu Junshi.

Neither Wu Junji nor Yangyi Culture had any intention of speaking, and seemed to have made up their minds to speak with the final facts. But it was obvious that there was only one winner among them who could survive.

Wu Junji saw Yang Yi, and this time, there was no gentleness that was deliberately disguised in the past, no special show of kindness, just naked ridicule and disdain. Those who sympathize with him would think that this was his declaration of victory and a contempt for the plagiarist. But only Yang Yi knew that this was Wu Junji's complacent for his successful snatching the fruits of other people's labor.

It is a show-off without bottom line, a shameless provocation.

"This bastard" Luo Ge's anger suddenly emerged. As Yang Yi culture's strength grew, Mr. Luo's patience was also decreasing in a completely inverse manner with this growth.

Yang Yi took a step forward helplessly, blocking Rogo's path forward, and then turned around and glared at him: "Is it possible? This person's IQ is a flaw, so are you, Brother Luo?"

One sentence made everyone in this team laugh, and at first they just hated, not out of worry or anxiety. This emotion was quickly caught by Wu Junji and his heart was immediately shrouded in haze.

This time, because one of the parties to the lawsuit was Yang Yi Culture, it was natural to apply for an undisclosed trial. When the backs of both parties were completely covered by the door, a wave of not very loud discussion broke out in the media at the door.

Then there was a hard waiting for nearly three hours, but in order to get the latest first-hand report, almost all reporters said there was no pressure. In fact, this level of squatting is indeed a pediatric department for them, and there will be no emotional abnormalities.

The sound insulation measures prevented even the judge's hammer strike and verdict from revealing any news. However, this is no longer important, because the answer will be revealed soon.

The reporters handed over the microphones of Yangyi Culture, but they didn't need answers, they just needed confirmation of the news. In addition to the child author and the fat boss, the smiles on the faces of others have fully explained the problem. After the Yangyi Culture people walked out of the court one after another, Wu Junji appeared in everyone's sight. The two sides were only more than twenty meters apart, but in this short section of the road, there seemed to be an invisible barrier, which was so tight that the barriers that divided joy and despair were severely divided.

At least from Wu Junji's performance, this is the case. Compared to his calmness before entering the court, it is a kind of tactful praise to say that he is now in a lost heart. Because at this time, Wu Junji was simply a walking corpse.

He didn't understand how he lost.

"Hello, I am Tian Ming, a reporter from Oriental Morning Post. Can you express your thoughts on the results of this trial?" The reporter's question is as mentally retarded as ever, at least this reporter is like this.

There was a colleague next to him who tried hard to hand the microphone forward for a half-beat, occupying Tian Ming's space: "Hello, you must be "Fate's...", Oh no, I'm sorry, it was my mistake. You must be Yang Yi, the author of "The Earth Bage"? Can you tell the audience in front of the TV why you have this level of writing skills?"

This one at least didn't ask the idiot questions, but the questions he asked were exactly what Yang Yi couldn't answer. Could it be that he was a cheater who was reborn and had just read several well-received books?

Most of the media surrounded the group of Yangyi Culture, and only a few came to Wu Junji. But seeing his completely lost eyes, even the cruel reporter could not ask the question.

Wu Junji felt that he was dreaming, a nightmare that made people go crazy and desperate and wanted to die. However, the hazy and vague noises around him, the high decibels and the crackling shutter sound made people feel that this nightmare was real.

His hands were hunched over and looked like they were thrusting their claws. It took a lot of effort to control his body so that he did not look trembling, but rather a normal reaction from the person after losing the case.

The sunlight fell straight, and bright spots appeared on Wu Junji's face, and sweat beads continued to emerge on his forehead. But just the sunlight exposed, it was obviously not like this shaking appearance. Not to mention that those who had just recovered from serious illness looked better than him, even some old people who were about to die were not much worse than him.

Yang Yi, or Yang Yi Culture, filed a lawsuit against him very simple, and he only compensated 5 million yuan for reputation losses. There were no other additional terms, but it was not the penalty that made Wu Jun despair. The number was too large to a certain extent, so he didn't feel anything. He couldn't afford to pay for it, no matter whether it was 500,000 or 5 million. The only thing that made him despair was the result of losing the case itself.

He only heard about that hard drive now that there is something called a computer in the world that can save the time of the first time I entered the material.

Another genuine piece of material made him even more angry. When the video was played in front of him, he even forgot to hate and scold Ji Tangdan. His eyes were dull. If it weren't for the breathing, it would almost make people think that he was a collection in Madame Tussaud's wax museum.

The pursuit of the reporters in front continued, and a variety of voices came. Wu Jun was in a daze, but he miraculously heard it clearly: "Is it so young that you can write popular articles such as "What Things in the Song Dynasty" and "Shennong Code"?"

"Can you explain to us, and the readers, that I have also read the book "Stone of Destiny". Although I don't know how much content this book plagiarizes "The Soul of Earth", I don't think there will be too big gap in overall. So how did you cross the past for the difference between "The Soul of Earth" and your first two bestsellers, that is, the span between popular literature and pure literature?"

"I am a reporter from xx TV. I would like to ask if I can make an appointment for you now and do an exclusive interview?"

There were so many questions that he could not handle, but no one came to pay attention to Wu Jun again. It was not that he had no news value, but that he had no idea what to answer in a trance state.

At this moment, his mind was filled with endless four words - his destruction.

...

Just as everyone in Yangyi Culture came out, as if they were happy about the verdict, the endless rain that had lasted for more than ten days also paused for a brief moment. Two rays of sunlight even secretly leaked from the sky. This golden-red sunlight under the layers of clouds was like the brushstrokes in Impressionist oil paintings, blurry but brilliant. With the movement of the gold-edged clouds, the light moved little by little over the city, scanned over Xiu Lake, and then shone on the street where Yangyi lived.

At this time, Yang Min was at Aunt Liu on the first floor. Four women had a table of square cities, touching five guns and one, which was not hurting the feelings, but the atmosphere was not lacking in warmth. Aunt Liu's husband worked hard to serve tea and water on the side. Occasionally, someone would touch a few cards for him when he went to the bathroom. Then, seeing that the time was about to be over, he got up to cook obediently, and the water was also drawn from the table before the meal.

Usually, even if Yang Min doesn't win, she will never lose too much. Her mahjong level is not very good, but her anger is always eye-catching. For example, Zhang Zi, who clearly plays it and makes people draw cards, but she will definitely be able to play it himself next time, or Yang Min ignores it in the previous round, but when the next family releases the same card, she clicks the rush she has just heard.

But even so, everyone is willing to play with her because Yang Min has a good temper and is never jealous if she loses too much. On the contrary, when she wins too much, she always takes the initiative to win money that everyone should have paid together, and draws money alone. No one of these card friends has anything to say.

As for her life as she was originally a difficult life and was busy every day from morning to night, she suddenly became a home leader. Some neighbors must have inquire about it. Yang Min didn't hide it and told them that her son was writing and published some articles for the royalties for the manuscript. As for what articles and titles were, they have never been made public. However, they are all old neighbors, and everyone understands that, except for a few who like to gossip, most of them are jealous and envious, and praise her for having a worry-free son, so they no longer talk too much.

Everyone has their own blessings, and everyone has their own fate. This kind of thing cannot be forced to do.

But this afternoon, except for Aunt Liu's husband, who has always been dull and honest, the other three women were aware of it. Yang Min's mind has not calmed down. She seemed to be always aiming at the TV, as if she had never watched the Plum Blossom Three Ring, which had been played more than ten times more than a dozen times.

"Hey, Xiao Yang, what's wrong with you today? TV is so good." Aunt Liu touched the cards, and after seeing the cards, a slight ray of excitement flashed in her eyes, and she covered her emotions and said to Yang Min: "It's an old TV series, I let it go ten years ago. It's not the "Tianlong Ba Mo". If you lose so much, you don't feel sorry for not losing all your son's wife. If you want to watch TV, let us Lao Zhang play."

Her husband smiled honestly next to him, thinking about his wife's luck today, so she should not get money if she wants it.

Yang Min didn't say anything, but just smiled absent-mindedly. Although her son said when he went out, he would definitely win the lawsuit today, but as a mother, how could she not worry? In fact, even today's card game, she didn't plan to participate. She was just in love, and finally she was dragged down by Aunt Liu.

At this moment, the TV screen changed and it was time to interstitially broadcast the advertisement. However, what popped up on the screen was not the "Yang Yangyang" with an old face, but the face of the local TV station's outdoor host. Behind her was the not-tall but solemn and majestic architectural outline of the Yuezhou Court.

"Hello everyone, I am Su Jin from Yuezhou Taiwan. Now I will broadcast a local news for you. The recent plagiarism storm about the recent Yangyi Culture and the young writer Wu Junji of our city, Wu Junji, has finally come to an end..."

Seeing Yang Min holding the card but not playing it out, staring at the TV screen, several people rolled their eyes helplessly, but their eyes moved to the TV. But just as their eyes were about to sway and were about to return to the card table, their heads tilted, but the focus of their eyes was slanted in the other direction, which seemed extremely strange and funny, and their mouths were still murmuring and opening and closing: "Yang...Yang Yi?"

A group of aunts and an uncle were as if they were struck by lightning, and they turned their heads away, and they were erotic in their throats, but they couldn't tell a trick, as if they suddenly lost their ability to express themselves. Then a group of people looked at each other and looked at you, as if they were sure whether this was a bizarre dream.

In the end, they understood that it was in reality now, not that everyone had hysteria together.

"Hey, Xiao Yang, you're not right. It turns out that Xiao Yi is so famous. You're so hiding it so hard. I'm afraid who knows it's good to come to you to find you." Yang Min's next aunt first replied to her language ability, with an extremely complex expression on her face. Even if there are the most famous psychological analysts and the most advanced computers and detection instruments here, it's unlikely that it will be difficult to capture the meaning behind these expressions.

Aunt Liu also stopped in a silence, even if she could immediately make her own luxurious seven pairs after playing the card in her hand, she lost her mind. Her expression was exactly the same as the aunt just now: "Oh, Xiao Min, this... I said on TV, this is Xiao Yi..."

All the things she wanted to say were out of order, and she didn't know what she was asking. What she was different from others was because she had a son-in-law who taught in school, and she usually talked about more topics in the cultural circle. For many people in this street residents, the data of best-selling books such as "Song Dynasty" and "Shennong" were just data, but she understood more clearly what kind of wealth these data represented.

"How can you not be Xiaoyi? You have a fever?" Aunt Liu's husband still looked silly. He was not as thoughtful as a woman's house. He swallowed his saliva and envied for a while, and he had no extra thoughts: "Isn't this clear on TV? Can it still be someone else if it's not Xiaoyi? Hey, I really didn't expect that there was such a small writer in our building... Oh, it's not right that he should be a great writer."

After being so heartless, Aunt Liu's husband shouted, the others gradually came to their senses. After the complex emotions entangled in their hearts passed, they all calmed down and congratulated each other on the quarrel. They said they wanted Yang Min to hold a banquet to celebrate, and said they wanted mother and son to have a meaning. Naturally, they couldn't play mahjong anymore.

...

At Su Wan's house, the girl did not stay in the studio for the first time, but greeted the tomboy from the island country, and Gundam, who had become more and more obedient in his behavior, worked together in the living room.

Their arrival undoubtedly surprised Su's mother, who was chatting with the neighbors. Then she saw her finding the remote control without saying a word and changing the station. Her mother also made a slut: "Why are you so rude? When you see Aunt Zeng, you don't call me someone or care if you are watching TV, hurry up and change the channel back."

The girl's mouth opened and closed slightly, and finally nodded in a low voice and asked ok, but she insisted very toughly and did not change back to the TV channel.

Su Wan's mother gave her a dissatisfied look and reached out to go to battle by herself, but Su Wan turned around and hid her mother's hand.

Just as Su Mu was really gazing at her eyes this time, the TV scene suddenly changed, Yang Yi's figure was reflected inside, and Su Mu's arms stretched out again also froze in the air.
Chapter completed!