"Sir, how could you treat my books like this? This behavior is very immoral," Mr. Changhe said indignantly, as if what Ye Shaofeng had just thrown on the ground was not a book but his child.
"Morality, I dare to ask Mr. Changhe, what is morality and where is your moral bottom line," Ye Shaofeng asked rhetorically.
"What do you mean by that?" Mr. Changhe asked.
Ye Shaofeng stood up and stepped on the collection of essays that he had just thrown on the ground. Mr. Changhe felt very unhappy when he saw Ye Shaofeng's behavior, but he could not deliver the goods here, although the group of readers just now had dispersed. I went, but after all, there were still some staff from his studio busy cleaning up, so Mr. Nagahe could only swallow his anger and maintain his elegant demeanor as a writer.
"Sir, please respect my work and move your name away,"
"Oops, I'm sorry, I stepped on your book," Ye Shaofeng said, raising his foot. Just as Mr. Changhe was about to pick it up, Ye Shaofeng kicked the book away, leaving the boy with nothing to grab.
Mr. Changhe was not happy anymore. He stood up straight and looked at Ye Shaofeng with a fierce look on his face. He said, "Are you here to cause trouble on purpose?"
"How dare you make trouble with a great writer like you? I just want to come here to meet you and see your true face in Lushan,"
"Since you are also my reader, why do you treat my works like this," Mr. Changhe said.
"I said, I just came to see you, not to see your works. I have never read any of your books. I am a rough person and I don't understand any prose or new-style poetry, but I Understand that anyone who writes must have an upright heart. Otherwise, his works will lead people astray. I just want to ask, Mr. Changhe, if your heart is crooked? "Ye Shaofeng said.
"What do you mean? If you don't like my work, you don't have to read it. No one forces you to read it. If you don't read it, some people like to read it. I don't welcome you here. You can leave," Mr. Changhe said. , Ye Shaofeng left without waiting, he left first.
Suddenly, Ye Shaofeng grabbed Mr. Changhe's shoulders from behind. On the surface, he was still smiling, but his hand started to squeeze hard, causing Mr. Changhe's shoulder blades to crack.
"Ouch, it hurts, it really hurts, please let go, let go," Mr. Changhe said with a grin on his face.
"Don't be in a hurry to leave. We haven't finished talking yet. Let's go. It's not convenient to talk here. Let's go out and talk." With that, Ye Shaofeng pulled Mr. Changhe over and hit him on the shoulder with his thick arm. A tight rope tied his body, forcing him to walk outside.
Mr. Changhe was a little scared. The man in front of him always wore a pair of sunglasses and looked quite young. Among his readers, there were very few people like him. Moreover, this man also said just now that he was definitely not his reader. Since he is not his reader, it means that he has not read his own works, so why did he come back to visit him? What is the purpose of this person? Could it be that he wants to extort money.
Mr. Changhe was pulled by Ye Shaofeng into a toilet next to the lecture hall. In the squatting room of the toilet, once the door is closed, no one can come in, and there are no cameras here.
Mr. Changhe was even more uncertain. He had shown a refined and elegant demeanor just now, but now he had turned into a common man.
"I wonder if you are sick? Why did you bring me here? If you are making trouble like this, I will call someone." As soon as Mr. Changhe said this, Ye Shaofeng suddenly slapped him in the face. After Mr. Changhe was slapped, his head was placed on the wooden wall of the cubicle. His mouth was burning and hurting, and a big red envelope appeared on his head.
"You...why are you hitting someone...if you hit me, just..." Before Mr. Changhe could finish his sentence, Ye Shaofeng raised his hand and hit him again. This time, he changed his palm and hit the other person's other half. Face, the boy's head was slapped against the door panel on the other side.
The mouth was swollen this time, and the swelling was quite symmetrical. There has long been a saying that a swollen face is used to make a fat person appear. This time, Mr. Changhe has really become a fat person.
For no apparent reason, I was dragged into the toilet by a man wearing sunglasses. He came at me with two big mouths without any explanation, and beat him very quickly.
After being whipped, Mr. Changhe was completely confused, his brain was confused, and he didn't know what was going on mentally.
Mr. Changhe felt that he would definitely be beaten if he kept silent like this. The boy was about to call someone to save him. As soon as he opened his mouth, Ye Shaofeng followed up by punching him with his fist. It was like a hammer hitting the dough pocket, and there was a muffled sound. There was a loud noise, and the back of Mr. Changhe's head hit the wall again.
It hurts even more now. The bridge of the nose is sore in the front. When I touch the nostril with my finger, there is blood flowing out. The bridge of the nose seems to be weak and a little loose. It hurt like hell at first, but then it just became numb. I guess that part of it is numb. The bridge of his nose was broken, and after the back of his head hit the wall, his ears were buzzing, and his eyes were filled with stars, which was a colorful sight.
Mr. Changhe was scared now. After being slapped three times, he had no power to fight back. Mr. Changhe thought to himself, this time, he, damn, met a ruthless person.
"Brother, brother, don't... don't do anything. We are all cultural people. If you have something to say, let's talk it over. You... why are you looking for me... I have money... I will give you money,"
"Who wants your money?"
"Then what do you want, a woman? If you want a woman, I will help you find it. I have a lot on hand," Mr. Changhe said quickly. Yes, what he lacks most is women. Those female readers will devote themselves to him. First of all, the female readers obeyed what he said.
"Woman, okay, I happen to have a crush on a woman, I wonder if you can find her for me," Ye Shaofeng said.
"Say, as long as I know someone,"
"You must know this person. Not long ago, you were together in a storm. Do you recognize that Mrs. Li?"
"Mrs. Li, that Mrs. Li," Mr. Changhe felt an ominous premonition.
"It's the one who was beaten to death by her husband. You can't help but know that her husband is Li Hongwei. Although Li Hongwei has gone in now, his power outside is still very large. It is easy to kill someone. The thing is, I am the one he sent to kill you." As he said that, Ye Shaofeng jumped out with a dagger.
Mr. Changhe was frightened and wanted to shout again. As soon as he opened his mouth, Ye Shaofeng stabbed him with a knife. The blade made a hole in his face. He pulled it out and spurted out a stream of blood...
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