As everyone watched, Xia Yu looked at the old man sympathetically.
"Old man, where's your family's phone number?”
Upon hearing Xia Yu's words, Lunatic Zhang was stunned at first, but then he reacted. Do you think I'm here to make fun of you?
However, Old Zhang was not angry. She took out her proof and revealed her identity.
When Xia Yu saw the ID, he looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he asked in a low voice.
"Grandpa, where did you get this certificate? It's too f * cking real. I'll make one for fun someday!”
Lunatic Zhang was speechless.
After explaining for a long time, Xia Yu thought for a long time and took out his phone.
"A mental hospital? Yes, I have one here... Aiyo, why did you hit me!"
Madman Zhang was completely crazy! F * ck, why don't you believe me, young man?
Just as the two of them were speechless, Scriptwriter Li walked over with a blank expression and looked at Xia Yu.
"Did you really write this? Is it really your meticulous work?"
He asked two questions in a row, and his tone was filled with unwillingness.
"No, it's not."
Xia Yu said decisively.
When Scriptwriter Li heard this, his eyes flashed and he instantly returned to his previous state.
"This is what I typed out. Also, this is my work that was inspired!”
Xia Yu finished his sentence unhurriedly. Scriptwriter Li was immediately provoked and felt uncomfortable.
"Hello, may I ask if I can buy this wuxia story? I'm from XX publishing house."
At this moment, one of the seven or eight merchants who were waiting spoke up and looked at Xia Yu anxiously.
"I'm sorry, I won't buy it!"
He definitely wouldn't buy the item that this person wanted. This novel had once been popular throughout China and had been remade countless times in movies, television dramas, and so on.
It was almost as if he was making money from every film he made. All the profits in front of him were small.
The reason why Xia Yu could say it openly was that he wanted to invest in the company.
The original copyright was still in his hands. He could shoot the movie this time, but he had to take part in it himself.
"I'm not buying, I'm not buying. Go, go, go. Stage supervisor, clean up the people for me."
At this moment, the director held his thick red neck and chased the irrelevant people out of the scene. He could be said to be completely impressed now. Xia Yu was simply a genius!
He had thought of such an earth-shattering plot in a flash of inspiration. It was enough to be passed down for generations. Although it was a little exaggerated, it would at least affect an era.
At this moment, Madman Zhang was still looking at Xia Yu pitifully. He begged the other party to sell him the calligraphy.
"Scriptwriter Li, what do we say now?”
Xia Yu ignored Madman Zhang and said coldly to the incredulous screenwriter Li.
"Hmph, who knows if you wrote it yourself? I have nothing to say."
As soon as screenwriter Li said that, everyone despised him in their hearts. D * mn it, are you trying to cheat?
Although everyone despised him, no one said anything because there was no such thing as empty talk in this matter. Even if he wanted to go back on his word, he could only be speechless.
"Are you sure you want to do this?”
Xia Yu looked at him coldly. At first, he did not want the other party to do anything. He did not expect the other party to really break the pen.
As long as the other party was willing to apologize and admit his mistake, he did not care. In any case, he had already achieved his goal.
However, the other party's behavior was challenging his authority, his authority in this circle.
"What's wrong? What are you trying to do? So what if I go back on my word today? What can you do to me?”
Scriptwriter Li said domineeringly. Yes, Xia Yu couldn't do anything to him. He made money by writing books. Moreover, he knew people from the publishing firm. As long as they were willing to pay, he could make money. Moreover, he no longer relied on writing books to make money. He basically just worked as a screenwriter in some places in the film industry and could easily make hundreds of thousands.
Xia Yu laughed coldly at Scriptwriter Li's words.
"Is that so? Do you believe that I can kick you out of this industry in three days?”
When Scriptwriter Li heard Xia Yu's words, he laughed maniacally.
"Hahaha, who do you think you are? You are the head of the Literature Association? And the president of the National Press?"
Xia Yu naturally had a plan. He had already prepared a backup plan. He had asked Liu Yan to film the video and was still filming it in a hidden place. It could be said that as long as he moved his finger, the other party would fall into the fishing wheel and immediately lose his reputation.
"Oh? Can the head of the Arts Association punish you?"
At this moment, Madman Zhang spoke. He had long been unhappy with this person who had pretended to be the owner of the calligraphy.
Then, he kept smearing Master's name, and now, he even said such arrogant words. All in all, he was unhappy. He was the deputy head of the calligraphy world, so logically speaking, he could not control the other party. However, he had a friend who could control him. Moreover, that friend was by his side.
"Old Wang, what are you looking at?”
Madman Zhang spoke again.
"Old Zhang, can't you be gentler?”
"Ahem, screenwriter Li, right? What's your Literature Association number? I'm going to cancel your status in the National Literature Association and ban you. Oh right, I forgot to tell you that I'm the head of the Chinese Literature Association. I'll let my secretary handle everything you do. This is my ID."
After being scolded by Madman Zhang, Old Wang threw a tantrum at Scriptwriter Li. He was also unhappy with the other party. He was not famous, and he was suppressing him? He was more powerful than you, and you were acting shamelessly?
It was really embarrassing for the Literature Association.
Scriptwriter Li tried to encourage her and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Then, his eyes widened. When he saw the identity of the red book, he almost fainted.
What the f * ck, what kind of sin did I suffer!
The Chinese Literature Association could easily ban such writers.
"I-I…I…"
Scriptwriter Li had been holding it in for a long time, but in the end, he could not say anything. Whatever he said now was too much.
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