It is approaching evening.

Mo Zhuosi chatted with several "core backbones" of his fan club in the hotel for the whole afternoon, and he also revealed his intentions for his recent comments.

"Oh my God!"

"You said he copied the plagiarism and sued the original work?" Zhang Xuexin covered her mouth in shock.

"Why are there people so shameless!" Mu Qianrong couldn't help but curse.

Mo Zhuosi shrugged with amusement, "Making money is secondary. Not only did he copy the work, but he also bite him back. Now Gu Hongsheng has been banned, and no publisher dares to accept the work."

The more everyone listened, the more angry they became, and they wanted to peel off the author Baili Fei and remove his bones.

"No matter what, the court has already made a judgment. You won't want to help him appeal, right?" Lin Yanzu asked while sitting on the chair next to the TV with his legs raised.

Mo Zhuosi explained: "This is just the beginning. We will use the New Year's Day time to spread it to each other and digest it."

"So, do you have a backup plan?" Lin Yanzu asked curiously.

"It's fair and free to the hearts of the people!" Mo Zhuosi quipped, then patted his butt, "Okay, everyone clean up and prepare to go, I'm looking forward to it."

Yang Huanhuan stood at the door and kept calling, asking her to deal with all kinds of big and small matters and messy miscellaneous things.

"Let's go and arrange it first, and then distribute other moving items." Yuan Xiaofen said.

Everyone walked out of the room and wanted to get the glow sticks, luminous bracelets and fluorescent name cards to the event venue in advance to distribute.

Although Mu Qianrong is a fake fan, she is still very active in participating in the event.

...

night.

Nineteen o'clock.

The night shrouded the sky and the banquet with lights began.

Mo Zhuosi was pulled out of the car with his eyes blindfolded, and when he took off the cloth strips covered with his eyes, he was instantly stunned.

Countless glow sticks were waving, and a bunch of people shouted Mo Zhuosi's name.

Even Yanzu Lin couldn't help but be infected by this. Some things cannot be bought by money, and that is a sense of identity.

Even if my friends listen to his opinions and his employees do whatever they say, the feeling is completely different from now on.

"It was him who brought us together."

"Tell yourself to have dreams late at night when you have insomnia."

"In despair, we must not reject the sunshine of tomorrow."

Yang Huanhuan held the microphone and recited these words, and her voice spread throughout the venue through the speaker.

In an instant, the glow stick caused a wave of people, which was very fun.

Touched again!

Mo Zhuosi knew that these people were actually meeting for the first time, and they basically paid for it out of their own pocket. Maybe their family felt crazy and might be misunderstood, but they still came to the scene.

He suddenly remembered those small notebooks and those words in his heart.

My eyes were wet in an instant.

This venue was temporarily rented, and the originally planned venue could not accommodate hundreds of people, so I had no choice but to find a bar!

I rented the entire bar directly, and it can be said that most of the expenses for fundraising are included.

Under the light, Mo Zhuosi walked past the crowd, and he finally saw these fans of him.

Most of them are students, with a male-to-female ratio of about one to two.

Everyone did not shout like the crazy fans at the airport, but just applauded neatly.

The first sentence Mo Zhuosi said when he got the microphone was not thankful or love you.

"I thought I was alone, so I still have you!"

With a sincere words inside, everyone laughed, and then there was another burst of applause.

Mo Zhuosi forced himself to hold back the tears in his eyes. He was easily moved. For example, such a large group of people gathered together just for a meeting.

If this kind of thing is put on others, it will be real and ridiculous.

But when it really happened to him, he felt extremely grateful.

"I remember there was a saying in the era without heroes that I just wanted to be one person." Mo Zhuosi frowned and said seriously: "I admired this artistic conception more at the beginning."

"But now I want to change this sentence. In the era of you, I want to be a hero."

Lin Yanzu's eyes lit up. This guy is really good at it.

The venue for hundreds of people was very noisy, and many people liked this atmosphere. They took photos with their mobile phones to commemorate a moment of historical significance.

Mu Qianrong was stunned. She had participated in many fan activities, most of which were screaming and giving gifts and flowers.

The idol sang a few words and shouted that I loved you!

Some idols can dance, which arouses everyone’s shouting, and many people will shoot short videos.

But this was the first time she had met such a special fan meeting, and was actually reciting poetry???

My whole mind was confused!

Why did I become a literary youth in the blink of an eye?

No, it’s still a crazy literary young woman, otherwise how could she come to a fan meeting?

"Next, please invite some of our big fathers to the stage and thank them for their strong support." Yang Huanhuan temporarily became the host of this event.

Everyone's glow sticks were waving.

Dad Jin went on stage to introduce himself in various ways, but talked about his own thoughts.

A blond girl with big waves on her back immediately came to the stage and shouted from many boys.

"Hello everyone, I am Gillian. I am honored to attend Teacher Mo's first fan meeting because I am active abroad most of the time, but I usually like to read domestic literary works. At this time, I found a very interesting column."

"I believe everyone knows that it is Teacher Mo's column. Sometimes it will be more interesting to read a book by turning around his comments and comments."

Everyone laughed, it seemed that it was true.

"Our second-large financial backer father is a pop singer, and he failed to attend, but today we have important guests. Please invite Mr. Lin from Star City Film and Television to the stage."

There was no such plan at first, but since Yanzu Lin was here, he would just insert this link.

When everyone was confused, Lin Yanzu grinned and said, "You may not know me, but you must all know, what else can Mo Zhuosi do besides writing novels and poems?"

Someone immediately shouted in the audience: "Writing the lyrics!"

"The answer is correct! I know you all have reasons for liking him, but I can tell you that the reason for liking him is unique." After Lin Yanzu said this, he immediately received support from a large number of people.

"I especially like his confidence and willfulness." Lin Yanzu laughed and scolded: "I am too willful. Although I am very talented, I refuse to join the literary association. Gu Cheng, the founder of Misty Poetry, is just his spiritual illusion. When I am free to write songs, I became popular accidentally."

Everyone was amused by his humorous language, and some people didn't know that Mo Zhuosi wrote lyrics, such as the discovery of the New World.

For example, fake fan Mu Qianrong, she looked shocked.

Isn't this awesome?

Regarding Gu Cheng, many people expressed their lack of understanding. Why?

But Mo Zhuosi said, everyone is Gu Cheng, and this sentence instantly became popular in the entire circle and interpreted an alternative style.
Chapter completed!