Young Master Wang looked in the direction pointed by Ye Zhiqiu.

He was a middle-aged man with oiled hair and a luxury brand-name shirt. From a distance, he seemed to be wearing a Submariner watch. The green color was too dazzling.

"Damn it, where are you pretending to be?" Mr. Wang spat disdainfully, "Sitting in the author area, it must be the author of the essay. I believe that he is a nouveau riche, for fear that others will not know that he is rich.

Same, I'm not as high-profile as him."

Young Master Wang's words made Ye Zhiqiu stunned.

What's going on? Is there an exclusive area for authors? In theory, does it have its own place there?

It seems that I didn't sign in just now. Do you want to go back and ask?

"That is the modern poet Guan Yi." At this time, an enthusiastic audience member sitting next to Ye Zhiqiu reminded, "That is the person who criticized you on Weibo before."

The enthusiastic audience obviously supported Ye Zhiqiu, and said angrily: "But I think what he said makes no sense, it's just nonsense."

Ye Zhiqiu politely thanked him for his support and looked at the middle-aged man with a rather amused look who had withdrawn his gaze and was looking around for something.

Is this the old pervert who is hungry for pictures on the Internet? He seems to want to introduce himself to some senior figure in the literary world.

At this time, Guan Yi on the other side was surprised how the novel author Ye Zhiqiu appeared here, but he had no time to pay attention to it.

He is looking for "Bian Zhilin"!

The two exchanged letters on the essay writing website, and he had prepared himself carefully for today's meeting, just to leave a good impression on the intellectual and beautiful female writer.

Unexpectedly, the award ceremony was about to officially start, and "Bian Zhilin" hadn't arrived yet.

Guan Yi looked at the empty seats in the first row with the "Bian Zhilin" nameplate. His face was anxious, and he secretly regretted why he didn't ask the other party for his contact information. Now he couldn't even call him...

In the exclusive area for writers, award-winning authors sit in the first row, with five empty seats in the center. The nameplates placed in sequence are the nameplates of "Haizi", "Gu Cheng", "Xi Murong", "Zheng Chouyu" and "Bian Zhilin".

Five modern poems that became famous, none of the five writers were present!

Not only Guan Yi, almost most of the people in the audience frequently cast their eyes on these five empty seats, and they were extremely curious, waiting for the appearance of the five new authors.

At this time, the backstage staff of the essay contest were already busy.

"Haven't you shown up yet?" asked an old man at the judges' table.

"Yes." The staff member looked anxious and helpless, "I also checked the sign-in records, and there is no sign-in record for the five authors."

Ma Xuemin looked unhappy, "It's almost started and we haven't arrived yet. These five people are too arrogant!"

"Could it be that you're not ready to come?" Another old man asked doubtfully.

Logically speaking, no. Although the prize money for this essay contest is not very large, the first place is only 300,000, but to win a prize in this kind of competition, besides cash, the increase in reputation is the most important thing.

Don't talk about the character of a scholar, and don't care about these false reputations. You must know that a scholar has to eat, and there is no reason why he shouldn't receive a prize.

"It shouldn't be." The staff member looked puzzled, "Obviously we have sent an internal letter, and all five people have replied that they will come over."

A look of disappointment flashed in Qin Dewen's eyes, and he was silent for a moment and said: "Try to contact me again. If you don't come, the ceremony will start as usual and we can't wait."

The staff responded and quickly made arrangements.

Here, Young Master Wang and Ye Zhiqiu chatted for a while, and suddenly a weak voice came.

"Hello, sorry..."

The two turned around and saw a quiet little girl. Her face turned red under the gaze of the two, and she finally mustered up the courage to say to Ye Zhiqiu: "This seat... seems to have been reserved by me."

In fact, when this quiet girl came to the venue and confirmed again and again that Ye Zhiqiu had occupied her seat, she was a little shocked.

But seeing that Ye Zhiqiu and Young Master Wang were chatting happily but were embarrassed to interrupt, I felt that Ye Zhiqiu had his own place and would leave after a while.

However, as the time for the awards ceremony got closer and closer, she saw that Ye Zhiqiu was almost ready to sit here and not move, so she finally plucked up the courage to step forward.

Ye Zhiqiu and Young Master Wang were both stunned by Sister Wen Jing's words, and they looked at each other in confusion.

Ye Zhiqiu asked doubtfully: "Is this a fixed seat?"

"It seems so?" Mr. Wang was a little unsure, "Mine was brought directly to me by the hotel manager."

The Wenjing girl weakly handed over her phone. There was reservation information and seat number on the screen.

Ye Zhiqiu took a closer look and found that it indeed matched the one he was sitting on, and the chair under Mr. Wang's butt had no number.

Ouch, you really took someone else’s place!

Ye Zhiqiu repeatedly said he was sorry and stood up to give up his seat. The girl Wen Jing also repeatedly said it didn't matter, it's troublesome.

Young Master Wang didn't care and said casually: "Where are you sitting? I'll move over and sit with you."

Ye Zhiqiu hesitated and said, "It seems I didn't sign in? Is there no seat?"

"It's impossible." Mr. Wang said firmly, "The seats of the author, the media and the audience all correspond one to one."

Speaking of this, Mr. Wang seemed to suddenly remember something, "By the way! You haven't said why you came here yet?!"

"..." Ye Zhiqiu said honestly, "I'm here to receive the award."

As soon as these words came out, not only Mr. Wang, but also the Wen Jing girl who had just sat down next to him was dumbfounded.

"Fuck!!"

It took a long time for the two of them to react. Young Master Wang blurted out: "You submitted your work and got an award? Awesome!"

"Then you shouldn't sit here, sit over there!"

Mr. Wang pointed to the area where the authors were sitting.

Ye Zhiqiu guessed the same, and there was no need to sign in or anything. Except for the five central seats in the first row that were empty, the other seats in the author area were all occupied, so where else could they be.

So, in full view of everyone, Ye Zhiqiu strolled to the first row of seats belonging to award-winning authors, glanced at the names on the nameplates of each seat, and then sat down on the seat named "Bian Zhilin" next to him.

This scene left many authors stunned.

Of course, many people recognize Ye Zhiqiu, but this is the position that belongs to "Bian Zhilin". Why is he sitting here?

Did he not know that he was sitting in the wrong seat, or was he deliberately provoking? After all, he had been criticized a lot online before. Could it be that he was so angry that he deliberately came to the essay contest to cause trouble?

Everyone suddenly thought that next to Ye Zhiqiu's seat was a fat man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a somewhat elegant and bookish air.

The fat man was stunned when he saw Ye Zhiqiu sitting next to him, and reminded him: "Brother, are you sitting in the wrong seat?"

"This seat has a name. Maybe someone will come over later..."

The fat man also had good intentions. After all, it would be quite embarrassing if someone kicked him out of his seat after the award ceremony started.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled, his expression unchanged, "That's right Bian Zhilin, this is where I sit."

The fat man was startled, smiled awkwardly and didn't know what to say.

At this time, an angry voice came from behind the two people.
Chapter completed!