Zhang Ye chuckled and said, “So the point Little Song inferred and guessed could not be established. Before Gao E, there was someone who had seen the complete ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’. However, that was not the 120 circulated chapters!”
Senior Zhou supported Senior Song by saying, “Even if someone else had seen it, that’s not considered proof. This Fucha Mingyi might have seen it, but it might be some ancient manuscript that was not copied by others. So others had seen it, and that complete version of the manuscript was obtained by Gao E. Only was it released by Gao E many years later.”
Zhang Ye chuckled. “Did you notice? The grounds on which you are arguing are narrowing, and are becoming more and more subjective.”
Senior Zhou denied with his neck tensed. “But that’s the case.”
“Alright, then let me show everyone else a poem. It is also a poem written by Fucha Mingyi about ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’.” Zhang Ye said, “If the previous poem was incomprehensible or you could not understand that it was about ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’, then this poem will be irrefutable proof.”