When everyone heard this, they looked over instantly. Many people were impressed by these short lines of poetry. I wanted to hear which one of them came from.

Chen Tao smiled and said, "It's normal for you not to know. Actually, I like this poem very much."

"Is it Mr. Chen's work?"

After a sudden burst, everyone looked surprised. I didn’t expect that a businessman would have such a cultural heritage?

Chen Tao waved his hand and said with a sneer: "How could I have such skills? But I know the author of this poem."

This sentence instantly attracted the attention of the people around you.

When Yang Ruiyue heard that someone knew the author of this poem, he immediately became interested and immediately came over.

Everyone thought Chen Tao introduced him to a "big poet", but unexpectedly he turned around and looked at Mo Zhuosi and smiled: "This poem was actually written by employees of our unit, and he was there today."

After a quick stroke, Mo Zhuosi was suddenly "focused on" by many people!

What the hell?

What's going on?

"Xiao Mo! I didn't expect that your poem would be passed on here." Chen Tao was so happy! So many literati and poets have found the author of this poem, which has already shown everyone's attitude.

Mo Zhuosi smiled awkwardly and said, "Do you mean "Rain Night"?"

Seeing him admit it, the noise suddenly broke out around him.

Some people saw this poem by passing the notes just now on the spot, and their eyes immediately looked at Mo Zhuosi with different eyes.

The award ceremony just ended, and everyone gathered around.

Everyone stared at Mo Zhuosi. Unexpectedly, they were not old, but what they wrote was particularly interesting. The personification technique made a thunderstorm instantly thrilling, as if two forces were fighting formations.

However, most of them still have a questioning attitude. After all, Mo Zhuosi is not very famous and is too young.

In short, that is, it is impossible to convince the public.

Yang Ruiyue asked with a smile: "I am so literary at such a young age. I guess I have been accumulating since I was a child!"

"Can it be the descendant of any gentleman?"

Everyone started to discuss it.

Mo Zhuosi touched his head and smiled shyly: "Actually it was caused by an accident. I just copied out the poem in my mind!"

It was awesome, and everyone showed a look of amazement and admiration!

Copy the poem from your mind??

This... is really a fresh and unrestrained state of pretentiousness!

"Ha? I'm afraid it wasn't him?"

At this time, Wang Dongxue came over. He knew that the poem was written by an employee named Mo Zhuosi on the Comment Network. However, the manager of the Comment Network called him to apologize a while ago, and said that the employee had been punished and transferred to the post.

Since it is a punishment and transfer, how could it be possible to attend such a "high-end" venue?

So Wang Dongxue is very sure that this person is not the real author of "Rain Night".

Of course, it is also possible that Mo Zhuosi, who was punished to be transferred to the post, actually used the poems of the person in front of him to fool him.

However, people who can write such poems cannot be as young as the young man in front of them.

In his mind, Mo Zhuosi, who was punished to be transferred to the post, was at least forty or fifty years old, otherwise he would not have that literary and artistic background.

Although Wang Dongxue doesn’t recognize herself, Mo Zhuosi recognizes Wang Dongxue. After all, Wang Dongxue’s photos can be directly searched on the Internet.

Mo Zhuosi's eyebrows moved slightly and said with a smile: "I'm afraid someone is jealous."

"Jealous?" Wang Dongxue said with a funny look: "Why do you say that you wrote this poem?"

Wang Dongxue's words actually hit the hearts of many people, but they were embarrassed to question others directly due to their face.

When Chen Tao saw that the atmosphere was wrong, he immediately came out to smooth things over. His eyes rolled and said to Mo Zhuosi: "This poem should not be finished, why don't you add it?"

Everyone agreed: "Yes, this poem should be only half, and it is indeed not finished."

Wang Dongxue burst into laughter: "Additional supplement? If it is a poem that is copied from plagiarism, it is not surprising that you know the second half."

Mo Zhuosi frowned immediately, and he said that Wang Dongxue's collection of poems is all tricks and has no meaning at all.

Now seeing a real person can prove this. How can a person write a deep poem without any cultivation?

"You are worried about my evaluation of "Forget East Street", so you are targeting me everywhere, right?"

Mo Zhuosi's words shocked everyone present.

They all know that Wang Dongxue's latest "Forget East Street" once had a negative review on the comment website, and it was severely stepped on. Although it was corrected immediately, everyone in the industry knows this.

Now Mo Zhuosi's statement is equivalent to admitting his identity, and he is the person who gave "Forget East Street" a bad review.

After hearing this, Wang Dongxue's face turned dark and she looked at Mo Zhuosi in shock.

How is that possible?

Didn’t you say you were punished and transferred to the post?

"You, are you Mo Zhuosi?" Wang Dongxue asked in disbelief.

Mo Zhuosi laughed at the entrance card he wore on his chest, which contained his photo and name.

Wang Dongxue looked at the words "Mo Zhuosi" in the other party's entry identity card, and her face changed drastically!

It's really him, hell!!!

Many friends know that this poem was passed down by Wang Dongxue, so Wang Dongxue questioned that Mo Zhuosi was not the real author of this poem. Everyone thinks there is a show!

Wang Dongxue must know who wrote this poem.

As a result, the situation suddenly changed inexplicably. Wang Dongxue seemed to know the other party's name, but she didn't recognize it?

Is it possible?

This series of coincidences made many people dizzy.

At this moment, a reporter discovered that Wang Dongxue was actually walking with the representatives of the Comment Network, which was big news.

After all, only one of the comments on the entire network gave negative reviews, and even made "Forget East Street" worthless.

When we meet, wouldn’t Mars hit the Earth?

The reporter rushed over immediately and asked a very desperate question, "Can you ask, what is the reason why your new poetry collection "Forget East Street" was bombarded on the comment website?"

After the reporter asked this, he realized that he had asked the wrong person and should ask Chen Tao, the representative of Comment Network.

Wang Dongxue's face looked extremely ugly. She really didn't open any pot.

Chen Tao had no idea about this, and he looked at Mo Zhuosi in astonishment.

Mo Zhuosi said with a smile on his face as he watched the show, "I commented on him. He was not convinced at the time, so I asked him to read this poem on my Weibo."

There was a loud bang!!!

Everyone stood by the side finally figured out a series of things.

So that's what happened!

"Is it the poem written on Weibo that is "Rainy Night"?" Yang Ruiyue asked anxiously.

"Yes, he was not convinced after I commented on "Forget East Street" at that time, so I posted "Rain Night" on Weibo."

From beginning to end, Mo Zhuosi was very cautious in using words. He said that copying it out of his mind and posting it on Weibo was all the truth and no lies were involved.

Mo Zhuosi's words colluded with the whole thing. Even Chen Tao, who didn't know what happened just now, finally figured out why "Rain Night" was spread here. After a long time of work, Wang Dongxue actually brought it into the circle.

That was a surprise for the reporter!

Big news, I didn’t expect there would be unexpected big news today!

Wang Dongxue's mouth twitched slightly, and the thing he was most worried about finally happened.

Since the song "Rainy Night" was posted to the group, everyone has admired the poem. He knew it was terrible and he must not tell everyone the source of the poem.

He didn't expect that it was because he deliberately concealed it, but instead made others more and more curious.

Wang Dongxue was so regretful, and her intestines were so regretful. If she had known this, she would have made up stories to make up for excuses.

The reporter took a picture of Wang Dongxue's ugly appearance. As for which one was Mo Zhuosi, they didn't know at all, so they could only take pictures at Wang Dongxue.

Chen Tao smiled bitterly. He didn't know about this, and he realized it later! Otherwise, how could he let Mo Zhuosi come with him?

"You, you were transferred to the post because of this matter, right?" Chen Tao asked with laughter and cry.

Mo Zhuosi responded awkwardly: "Yes! I am just honest. I have to say one thing. After reading his "Forget the East Street", I couldn't help but comment a few times."

His words were simply a final blow to Wang Dongxue.

If other people dare to say this, everyone will definitely think it is deliberately slandering, but after watching "Rain Night" just now, it feels different. At least Mo Zhuosi can still write good poems.

Some people even think that the Rainy Night is better than the Forget the East Street, but the former is just a poem, while the latter is a whole collection of poems, and it cannot be compared at a unified level.

Wang Dongxue wanted to explain and refute, but was surrounded by a bunch of reporters.

He really wanted to cry, but now he shouted that he didn't work every day, and he didn't respond.

"Mr. Wang, how did you answer your "Forget East Street" for such comments?"

"How does Mr. Wang Dongxue feel now?"

The reporters are never afraid of big things. The worse they look, the happier they are when they see Wang Dongxue's face, which means they are right.

At this time, if it weren’t for the concern of face, Wang Dongxue really wanted to curse people!
Chapter completed!