Zhang Ye had not expected Meng Dongguo to question him openly like this at such an important event like the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet. What’s more, this was a live event and held at Zhang Ye’s own unit. Meng Dongguo was now publicly invalidating him and killing his chances with just a simple nod? Did I f***ing kill your father or your mother? Why are you trying to fix me? After your online “education”, you now came to my unit to “educate” me? Are you f***ing sick!?
“What sort of people are they!?”
“How can they say such things?”
“It wasn’t easy for Teacher Little Zhang, too. What are they trying to do?”
“This is a live broadcast program! Aren’t they trying to destroy him!? They are pushing it too far!”
Many of the Literature Channel’s employees could no longer bear to continue listening. Even those who did not know Zhang Ye well were feeling angry. Yes, even if Zhang Ye was not a professional poet, even if Zhang Ye’s poems were ordinary and not comparable to yours or have literary standards… But you still can’t bully your way around here like that! These people from the Writers’ Association were really too much! This was their unit! This was their radio station!
…
At this moment.
The poetry meet’s website blew up!
“Did you hear that?”
“Teacher Meng said ‘Flying Bird and Fish’ and ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’ were problematic?”
“That can’t be? I think those two poems are very good!”
“Can the Vice President of the Writers’ Association be wrong? So that Zhang Ye actually isn’t anything. I was still wondering over all that clicks and forwards. So it was just crap!”
“Right, this person does not have any ability!”
“Zhang Ye’s poem really has a problem?”