Zhang Ye smiled, “Thank you, Big Sis Zhou.”
Outside, people began streaming in for their overtime.
“Eh, Teacher Little Zhang, you’ve come? Why did you get into a pinch with people yesterday?”
“Vice President Meng is the Leader of the Beijing Writers’ Association. How did you offend him?”
“That’s right. I saw it yesterday, too. Teacher Little Zhang, if I had any say, you shouldn’t have posted your last poem. Those are the Writers’ Association’s Leaders and seniors. If you really offend them, how are you to enter the Writers’ Association in the future? I think that it is best to leave some leeway. Hai, but those people are also too much. Why did they reprimand you for no reason? Even if your poems aren’t comparable to them as seniors, how old are you? You are still young. They also can’t say that your poems have no literary value. That’s too damaging. I think your poem is still acceptable and isn’t as bad as they say.”
“Sis Liu, what did you say? You say Teacher Little Zhang’s poem is acceptable? I think you have been misled by that group of people; Teacher Little Zhang has so much talent!”
Several sisters and aunties began an exchange of difference in opinions.
Until work starts at 9 A.M., the topic was hotly discussed amongst everyone.
Tian Bin also had an interest in the battle on Weibo last night. He interrupted to ask, “Sis Zhou, what sort of person is Vice-President Meng like? Those old timers are very experienced. Big Thunder and a few other poets, all of them are professionals. If they said so, then it must mean they criticized it according to their literary learnings. How can we judge, since we are not as knowledgeable as them? It’s not that I am stepping on Teacher Zhang Ye. But like the old comrades of the Writers’ Association said, there are many issues. After reading it, I also feel some doubts.”