Suddenly, five to six authors and poets began barraging Zhang Ye!
Zhang Ye, who was in front of his computer, could not help but curse, “What the f***! Are you monkeys backup that were invited? Where did you all pop up from? Did I provoke all of you!?”
Zhang Yuanqi did not know what was happening as she came behind Zhang Ye. As she held her shoulders, her face was expressionless as she looked without blinking at his computer screen, “Who are they scolding?”
“Scolding me.” Zhang Ye said angrily.
Zhang Yuanqi’s eyelids twitched, “Meng Dongguo? Beijing Writers’ Association’s Leader? This person has quite a bit of reputation in the industry, right? Then what about Little Red Mushroom? She was the one who wrote fairy tales, right? Big Thunder? I have seen his poems. He is not anything in the country, but he is still quite famous in Beijing.” As the literature circle was encroaching into the entertainment industry, it was almost indivisible. As an S-list star in the industry, Zhang Yuanqi was quite aware of this. She was objective with their evaluations. Of course, only Zhang Yuanqi had the right to say this. If it was anyone else, no one would dare say who was not anything in the country. “Why are so many Beijing authors and poets scolding you? Are you very famous?”
Zhang Ye was still upset, “What do you mean, famous? I have only written a few poems. But who knows why they suddenly went crazy and started scolding me? My poems have problems? What an unfunny joke!”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqi stared at him, “You can compose poetry?”
“Of course. Have you heard of ‘Flying Bird and Fish’?”
“…No.”
“What about ‘A Generation’?”
“….Never heard of it.”
“Alright. Then, forget that I said anything!”
Zhang Yuanqi seemed a little interested. She said in a deadpan manner, “Go sit at the coffee table.” There was only one chair in the house. With Zhang Ye standing up, Zhang Yuanqi sat down.
Zhang Ye no longer had the energy to care about this, “They are bullies!”
Zhang Yuanqi must have finished her work, as she began speaking to Zhang Ye, “Everything has a cause. Go look at the first person who questioned you, Meng Dongguo’s, Weibo.”
After checking, Zhang Ye was immediately enlightened. Meng Dongguo had published a few poems early in the month. But other than a few fans praising it, no one else had seen it. The forwarding count of a single poem from Zhang Ye was more than all his poems combined by ten times. “He saw that my results as a newcomer are better than his, so he wants to pull me down? What a grandson! What sort of people are they!?”
Zhang Yuanqi was only watching the scene unfold before her as she remained silent.
At this moment, the fans of Meng Dongguo and a few poets and authors had rushed to Zhang Ye’s Weibo to curse at him. They did so indiscriminately!
“Demagogue!”
“To think you dare to publish such a beaten-up poem?”
“Everyone, don’t read this person’s poem. The industry’s experts have given their evaluation. This is not called literature. There is no value to it!”
“It can’t be? It’s quite good!”
“Do you know, or do the experts know?”
“That’s right; the Vice President of the Beijing Writer’s Association has already said it’s bad!”
“I see. I thought it was such a good poem. You wasted my feelings!”
“That’s right; I even recited Zhang Ye’s poem to my children. I never expected it to not have any cultural value. Isn’t this harming others? Harming me is fine, but don’t mislead my children!”
“Zhang! Get lost from of the field of poetry!”
“Get lost! There is no need for you!”
“To think I liked Zhang Ye’s poems in the past. Hai, it’s so disappointing!”
A few of Zhang Ye’s original fans were steered by Meng Dongguo and a few authors and poets, as they began to complain!
However, there were people who insisted on supporting Zhang Ye. However, soon, they drowned in those people’s spit. They had no chance to talk!
Zhang Ye felt sourness in his heart. He was also very distressed. That was the popularity that he had worked hard to obtain. But just because of their few words, it was being scattered away. Even those who supported Zhang Ye’s poems were no longer that firm in their beliefs. After all, with so many professional Teachers and famous authors and poets collectively denying Zhang Ye’s worth, people would all have second thoughts as to whether his poem was really good.
Even his fans were scolding him. Zhang Ye’s fists clenched tightly.
Zhang Yuanqi said indifferently, “This is what the circle is like. You have to get used to others. If not…”
“Then what’s the ‘if not’?” Zhang Ye asked for advice.
Zhang Yuanqi said coldly, “…If not, make others get used to you.”
Zhang Ye thought for a while and, after digesting Zhang Yuanqi’s words, he was no longer angry. Seeing the cursing or disappointed fans, Zhang Ye posted a message on Weibo.
It was a response!
A response from one to all!