Yin Liwen already knew that Ling Cang had some talents, but he still didn't expect that Ling Cang didn't even pay attention to the master of Chinese studies. Seeing Professor Ge constantly making a fool of himself, he wanted to help and say a few words, but he didn't know how to say it.
Ding Shijia felt exactly the same as Yin Liwen. He stood there stupidly, completely losing his past grace. It should be noted that no matter where he went, he was always the center of attention. But now everyone was only interested in Ling Cang.
"It's outrageous. It's outrageous." The middle-aged man stamped his feet louder than Professor Ge: "Today's students have no idea about respecting teachers. They actually publicly humiliated a master of Chinese studies like this."
"You're a bullshit master of traditional Chinese culture." The more Ling Cang said, the more disdainful he became: "I've given you enough face. I didn't expect you to still be so proud here."
"What are you scolding me for?" When Professor Ge heard this, he rolled up his sleeves and actually wanted to fight Ling Cang. Who said that literati only know how to fight in literature but not in martial arts. Professor Ge saw that he couldn't defeat Ling Cang. He used a pair of old fists to defend his reputation as a master of traditional Chinese culture. It was a pity that he was old after all. He was too angry just now. At this time, he felt his head was dizzy. He almost fell to the ground as soon as he showed a white crane spreading its wings move. .
The people next to him hurriedly supported Professor Ge. Together they accused Ling Cang: "Why are you talking so much at such a young age?"
"What did I say wrong?" Ling Cang did not show the slightest sympathy for Professor Ge. He made his words even more unpleasant: "You said that you are quite old. You occupy the title of professor and are the master of Chinese studies. Halo. You don’t study hard at school or at home, but you come to attend the so-called birthday party of a little kid. Let me ask you. If Yin Liwen was not a powerful person from Minghai No. 1 Middle School, but just a student from the impoverished mountains of Guizhou, would you come to wish you a happy birthday? Happy birthday to him?"
"We..." Professor Ge breathed heavily while replying: "We have been friends for many years. Why not..."
"There must be a lot of interests behind this long-lasting friendship."
"Don't be slanderous..." The middle-aged man immediately warned Ling Cang: "Be careful, we will sue you for slander."
"Sue me. Yes. But before that, Professor Ge, do you dare to ask someone to audit the funds and sponsorships you have handled over the years?" Ling Cang shrugged: "I just made a suggestion. Of course you don't have to adopt it. It’s just that since you can’t provide evidence to prove your innocence, you can’t stop others from doubting you.”
These words were so specious that Professor Ge could not refute. He only felt that his heartbeat kept accelerating, as if it was about to pop out of his chest: "Okay. Okay. Okay. I'll have someone audit it. But Ling Cang, please remember it for me." .You will never get into college in this life."
"You take yourself too seriously. Do you think that if you say something here, no university will admit me... Not to mention there are so many schools in China. Even in Beijing University alone, I don't believe you either. A mere person with the surname Ge can defeat me, Ling Cang." Ling Cang burst out laughing. He said with a nonchalant expression, "I'm telling you, I don't care if I can't go to university, because universities are full of beasts like you. .It will never teach anyone anything useful. It is better to go to society and educate yourself. Taking a step back, even if I want to go to university, there are a lot of foreign institutions to choose from. I don’t look for light and freedom, but I go there. Accept your brainwashing. Aren’t I a fucking bitch?”
"You..." Professor Ge's face was pale, his lips were blue, and his whole body was trembling: "You... must be responsible for what you said."
"Of course I am responsible for myself." Ling Cang sneered and looked at Professor Ge. He slowly reminded: "Not everyone is like you. You fan yourself immediately after farting and insist that you didn't fart. It was you who told the media some time ago Let’s talk eloquently and say that domestic real estate prices are very reasonable and remain at the international level. That’s right.”
"Yes..." Professor Ge's eyes were dull and his voice was very low, almost difficult to hear clearly.
"As a result, netizens immediately found out. Even in developed Western countries, citizens only spend 30% of their income on housing. But in China, it is 70%. So you hurriedly stood up again. Explanation. You said your original meaning was misinterpreted. You also said that netizens’ statistics did not take Engel’s coefficient into account. You also said that the labor value of Chinese people is lower than that of foreigners. Buying a house must cost more... As a result, your explanations have been criticized again. Netizens exposed it, and you kept coming up with more explanations to explain the previous explanation... But you still didn't learn the lesson. You never understood. A lie often needs more lies to round it off." After a pause. Ling Cang criticized mercilessly: "Moreover, as a Chinese-speaking beast, you don't do research in your major. Instead, you talk nonsense about a field that you don't understand at all. This is not looking for people to scold you."
"Excellent in one art, master in all kinds of arts." The middle-aged man immediately defended Professor Ge and said: "Mr. Ge's ideological realm is not something that a child with a yellow mouth like you can understand."
"What achievements does this so-called Ge Lao thought have? I have been a professor for so many years and have published several theoretical monographs." Professor Ge did not need to answer. Ling Cang summed it up for him: "You have only participated in editing two sets of books in your life. A series of theoretical books on ancient book research. And you are just an editor. You did not participate in the creation at all. As for the several papers you wrote to evaluate professional titles, they are nonsense. Apart from picking up others' wisdom, there is absolutely nothing of your own in it."
The middle-aged man said angrily: "Can you understand Mr. Ge's paper?"
"It's such a simple thing. I not only understand it, but I also made a lot of mistakes..." Ling Cang saved his words this time. He didn't make a long speech. He just pointed out a few shortcomings casually: "Even if there are no such problems. Let me ask, if you The paper is indeed very high-quality. Why is there no response at all in the academic world?"
The people around Professor Ge looked at each other in confusion. They didn't know what to say. Yin Liwen temporarily forgot to support Professor Ge. He kept doubting in his heart: "Is this Ling Cang coming from the ravine? How do you know so many things?"
Few people present had read Professor Ge's papers. Even if they had, they had not read them all. No one expected that Ling Cang not only read them all, but also found faults with them.
"Those who are truly knowledgeable must be willing to be lonely. While others are changing glasses, they must immerse themselves in piles of old papers. While others are busy making money, they must summarize their own theoretical views... Those real masters are in the library. They have more time than at home. And people with more knowledge tend to be more cautious when speaking, because they are afraid of making mistakes. Which master appears in various social situations every day... and which master often appears in the media and various occasions Either I will be interviewed by the media today and talk about housing prices, or I will say on my blog tomorrow that Yao Jiaxin does not deserve to die... But Ge Mingshou, you have done all these things..." Ling Cang said this, feeling quite happy: "Originally, I I just wanted to find an opportunity to expose you. I didn’t expect you to be hit by a gun today. It saves me trouble."
"Little boy with a yellow mouth..." Ge Mingshou's face became increasingly white. As white as a piece of white paper: "I must let you... let you..."
"What do you want me to do?" Ling Cang didn't take this nihilistic threat seriously at all: "Don't talk about me anymore. Just worry about what will happen to you. A bright man, an old thief with gray hair, sooner or later. One day you will be despised by the world."
"You..." Ge Mingshou couldn't say anything anymore. He fell to the ground with a "plop". He rolled his eyes and fainted. He kept foaming at his mouth.
"Fight with me." Ling Cang snorted heavily: "I can scold you to death."
"Mr. Ge has a heart attack." The middle-aged man shouted: "Call an ambulance quickly."
Another person hurriedly found the heart disease medicine from Ge Mingshou's pocket, forced open Ge Mingshou's mouth and stuffed it in.
Yin Liwen also panicked. He took out his cell phone and dialed 120 shakily. Ding Shijia stood there stupidly, not knowing what he should do.
The ambulance came very quickly. The doctor on board checked it out and quickly put on a sling bottle on the spot: "It's okay. It's not life-threatening..."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The middle-aged man asked: "Is everything really okay?"
"It's okay." The doctor nodded: "But we need to send him to the hospital for further examination. Which of you is a family member? Come with us."
The people who had been following Ge Mingshou hurriedly went to get the car and followed the ambulance. Yin Liwen felt very sorry and went to the hospital with him. Ding Shijia kept him company.
Yin Liwen finally organized such a party for himself. Unexpectedly, it almost turned into Ge Mingshou's funeral. He hated Ling Cang in his heart. He almost cursed Ling Cang. Ling Cang is not welcome here. Let Ling Cang get out immediately. .But looking at Shen Fanlei, Hong Xue, Tong Tongquan and Ling Cang standing together. He didn't dare to say this.
Everyone was originally watching the excitement with great interest. At this time, even the host of the party had left. Some of them left. Others stayed and continued to do whatever they were supposed to do.
Anyway, the venue has been rented and the fees have been paid. Everything can go on in an orderly manner. Many people come here, not just to wish Yin Liwen a happy birthday, but also to take this opportunity to socialize.
Tongtong felt very satisfied and said happily: "I remember. There seemed to be a certain person in history who was scolded to death by someone else."
"It's Wang Lang from the Three Kingdoms period. He was scolded to death by Zhuge Liang." Su Mengqing came over and asked Ling Cang tentatively: "Have you read Professor Ge's thesis?"
"It's not just him. I have basically read all the works of famous people in domestic academic circles." Ling Cang was very proud. He felt that he was no less inferior to Zhuge Liang. Zhuge Liang was not responsible for scolding people to death. If he really scolded Ge Liang to death today, Professor, I'm afraid there will be a lawsuit. It's easy to scold someone to death, but it's harder to scold someone until they're half dead. What I did was just right: "I've always wanted to scold them. Today I took the opportunity."