Zhu Xing's tone was not sharp.
On the contrary, he was very calm when he said these few sentences.
But falling into the ears of people of Zi Feng's age, it was like thunder.
It struck straight into the depths of their souls.
It had stimulated the primitive, bloodthirsty nature of the Chinese that had been accumulated over five thousand years.
It turns out that our current comfort was exchanged for by the blood and tears of our father's generation.
In those years, China's economy soared, and the international Chinese language rights became more and more important.
The western countries, led by the Beauty Nation, began to target and suppress China.
There were all kinds of aspects.
Bright, dark, and naked.
At that time, China had to swallow its anger because it wanted to develop its economy.
"Grandpa Zhu, what kind of struggle did the Chinese poetry world make?”
Zhu Xing's words had already told her the answer.
In that confrontation, the Chinese poetry world lost.
And he had lost terribly.
But Zi Feng still could not help but want to know the process.
"Hey!"
Zhu Xing sighed heavily, his eyes revealing a touch of sorrow.
Perhaps it was because he recalled that embarrassing past, his face was filled with vicissitudes of life.
He was really old!
"This is a group of poets with backbone, a group of bold poets, a group of poets with strong national consciousness, and a group of patriotic poets.
They did good deeds with sincerity.
However, he later discovered that this was actually a premeditated attack.
It was a strangulation of Chinese culture.
By the time they had recovered, they no longer had to grovel and beg for their poems to be added to the collection of poems.
He didn't ask Morch why he was doing this.
They organized themselves.
Then, he chose 100 poems out of the 1,023.
He also published a collection of poems.
It was called 'Poetry of Huaxia'.
The meaning of this name was that it was the teacher of China.
It carried a sense of determination.
Then, they decided to sell the poems on the same day as Morch's.”
Zhu Xing's tone was bleak.
From this, it could be seen how big a blow this matter was to Zhu Xing.
"F * ck, these poets are really tough.”
"Awesome. If you don't bring us along, we'll play by ourselves.”
This was the Chinese people's courage.”
"From these poets, I can see the tenacious characteristics of the Chinese.”
"I've read the poetry collection 'Poetry of China'. There are quite a few poems in it, and they are all very good.”
"I have one at home too. I really like the song 'Hua... "
"Haha…so there's such a story in 'Poetry of Huaxia'.”
"Even though it has been ten years, my blood is still boiling.”
"I was wrong, I'm guilty. I shouldn't have scolded these poets.”
"I'll buy another one later.”
"No matter what the outcome is, we have done this step and let the world see the unity of the Chinese.”
"Yes, persimmons are especially soft. Regardless of victory or defeat, let others see that you are not soft.”
"Although defeated, it is still glorious."
"…"
Zi Feng's previously dejected and indignant face finally eased a little.
When she saw Zhu Xing stop, she asked again,"Grandpa Zhu, these seniors are good, but I want to know what happened after that.”
"Later…"
Zhu Xing smiled bitterly."Morch's poetry collection was sold all over the world and translated into various languages.
As for 'Poem of China', it was because of the poet's popularity.
Other than the Chinese version, there was only one English version.
There was no need to mention the Chinese version.
Because of Morch's poetry, it was boycotted by the entire country.
No publishing firm was willing to work with them.
That was why there was no Chinese edition of that poetry collection.
I'm very pleased with this.”
"F * ck, this is how Chinese people should be.”
"This is really tough."
"I like these publishing houses.”
"If this book enters China again, the Chinese will be slapped in the face.”
"Haha…Awesome, the knot in my heart has finally dissipated.”
"I want to cry. I want to praise this group of publishing firms who gave up the opportunity to make money for the sake of the country's reputation.”
"That's not right. I have that poem collection at home. Really, it was very old, the Chinese version.”
"Really? Didn't they say that they didn't enter the domestic market?”
Looking at the audience's comments, Zhu Xing explained,""Yes, there is a Chinese version, but it is not the original version.
The poetry anthology circulating in the market was all pirated.
It was an unscrupulous student who had studied abroad. After he translated it, he opened his own publishing house and published it.
Although this foreign student had obtained the copyright of this poetry collection, he was still a student.
However, he did not get a version number in China.
Oh, right…
this foreign student was also arrested for printing books.
Therefore, the Chinese version of the poetry collection was rarely circulated in China.”
Hearing halfway, Zi Feng whose pretty face started to rage again revealed a shallow smile at this time.
Bad people should not be let off.
Especially this kind of bad guy who had no bottom line!
"Haha…he deserves it.”
"This kind of person who doesn't care about blood for money should be taken out and shot.”
"Yes, I fully support it."
"The ending is extremely comfortable."
"I'm in a good mood."
"It feels so good!"
"Haha…I'm dying of laughter!"
"
It's good to see you guys say good.”Zhu Xing nodded, his face filled with relief.
One could not live without anger!
"Grandpa Zhu, what did you mean when you said that the Chinese poetry world was completely destroyed?”Zi Feng asked impatiently.
Zhu Xing shook his head."Then I'll tell you everything in one breath."
"Poetry of China" had fermented because of that incident.
Patriots bought it one after another. The book sold well in China.
However, it was very sad.
The sales of the English version of 'Poem of Huaxia' were extremely awkward.
Because of the shameless exaggeration of Morch and the other foreign poets.
"Poem of Huaxia" was boycotted abroad.
The sales volume was basically negligible.
This was nothing.
The most infuriating thing was that some media outlets had ulterior motives.
When the two poems were released at the same time.
They even deliberately made accurate statistics.
It was updated once a day.
I remember very clearly the stark contrast between the two books a month after they went on sale.
Morch and the others 'poetry collection had successfully sold more than five million copies worldwide in a month.
The media had even calculated the sales of the books to the single digits.
As for the "Poem of Huaxia"…there were
only 3628 volumes.
Yes, it was 3628 copies, accurate to the single digits.
These two numbers were marked in red and black respectively.
On that day, it made the headlines of many countries around the world.
The following words were extremely humiliating.
That day was the darkest day in the Chinese poetry world.”
Zi Feng was dumbstruck. After that, she retorted,"That's not right, Grandpa Zhu. Even in China, the sales of 'Poetry of Huaxia' should be more than this, right?”
Zhu Xing smiled bitterly,"The media said it was very clear, because Mo Erhe's poetry collection failed to enter the Chinese market, so they didn't record the sales volume in the Chinese market.”
"Isn't this clearly a deliberate humiliation to China?”Zi Feng's angry Dao went to the sky.
Zhu Xing nodded without hiding anything."You're right. Their purpose is to humiliate China.
Of course.
There was another reason that was even more vicious than humiliating China.”
"Ah?"
The simple-minded Zi Feng seemed to have heard of a major event like aliens being discovered on Earth.
The shock on his face could only be described as exaggerated.
The world she thought of was peaceful and friendly.
However, he did not expect it to be so dark.
"Do you think that only when you use money and cannons to attack each other can it be considered a war?" Zhu Xing said solemnly.
Let me tell you.
No, it wasn't.
There were many types of wars.
Other than the clash of swords and sabers, there was also an economic war.
There was also the culture war.
You guys usually watch movies, right?
Do you remember many of the beautiful country's landmark buildings?
Why do you remember to stay in these places when you haven't been there before?
This was because their movies would deliberately use the camera to exaggerate these places.
This was a cultural invasion.
Then why did they set up such a big trap to deliberately humiliate the poetry world?
Because they wanted to cut off the export of Chinese culture.
Think about it, in the history of China, the foreign races occupied our land and established dynasties on our land.
What happened in the end?
In the end, they were all infected by the Chinese culture and eventually became Chinese.
That was why Chinese culture was scary.
They were afraid.
Therefore, they wanted to cut off the export of Chinese culture.”
After Zhu Xing finished speaking.
Zi Feng opened her small mouth, but did not know what to say anymore.
The audience, who had been staring at him in a daze, finally reacted.
"Professor Zhu is indeed a professor. You analyzed this matter so thoroughly.”
"Cultural isolation, what a f * cking sinister move.”
"This kind of war where no smoke can be seen is the most terrifying.”
"Exactly."
"..."
When Teacher He saw that Zhu Xing had finished, he also said,""What Professor Zhu said is objective.
I believe that there are definitely people in the audience who have experienced that incident.
Although this matter was in the past.
But we should remember."
Zi Feng reacted and asked again,"What about after that? Grandpa Zhu, didn't you say that Yun Zhonghe was going to make an appearance at this time?
Did he salvage the situation?"
"Haha..."
Hearing Zi Feng's question, Zhu Xing suddenly laughed loudly.
"Yes, he's about to appear.
And his appearance not only helped the Chinese literary world regain their face.
It made the entire world tremble.
That's why I told you to remember that name.
Yun Zhonghe!"
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