Boss Liu sneered, "Tomorrow is the last day. Could it be that Mr. Yang has another solution?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Han peeled off the veil on the boy's shoulders, buried her face in his fair and slender neck, and rubbed it with her intoxicated eyes.

Boss Liu quickly moved away from the light, feeling disgusted.

This Yang Han is really disgusting. She is so frivolous in front of outsiders in broad daylight, and she is so disrespectful to her young servant. It is hard to imagine how she can write a story in that style.

As expected, judging a person by his storybook is not accurate, just like the saying "the handwriting reflects the character" is not necessarily accurate.

The young man giggled in Yang Han's arms. Yang Han was aroused by him, but then she remembered that Boss Liu was still in the way, so she just wanted to get rid of him quickly.

"Boss Liu, don't worry. I have a plan. Not only can I pass the preliminary round, I can also win first place."

Boss Liu almost uttered a "Pooh" and spat at Yang Han, the shameless woman. She didn't believe it, but Yang Han didn't look like she was faking it.

"Mr. Yang, do you have any solution?" she asked patiently.

Yang Han didn't beat around the bush this time and asked, "Boss Liu, do you know what kind of situation in the competition would cause one author's votes to be added to another's?"

The vernacular script industry in the Great Sheng Dynasty was well-developed, with numerous rules and regulations.

Boss Liu thought about it and finally figured it out. Then his face changed drastically and his hands suddenly gripped the armrests of the chair: "You mean..."

Yang Han lifted her face from the servant's neck, her face flushed. "That's exactly what Boss Liu wanted. Boss Liu can rest assured now."

Boss Liu was so surprised that he didn't say anything. If that was true, there was really no need to worry.

After Boss Liu left, Yang Han couldn't wait to pull the young servant to the bed. Soon, ambiguous sounds were heard in the room.

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"Have you heard? Mo Cizui's words were originally plagiarized from Gao Shan Liu Shui."

"No way. Don't say things like that."

"Mo Cizui's real name is Chen Ci. He is a mute who can't speak. He was once a beggar and never attended a private school. Tell me, how could such a person write such a storybook?"

"I see that the style of Mo Cizui's storytelling is exactly the same as Gao Shan Liu Shui's storytelling. Could it be true?"

"A prestigious storytelling competition should be fair and just. How can we allow someone like you to plagiarize other people's stories?"

"We must defeat Mo Cizui."

"Yes, kick Mo Cizui out of the storytelling world and put him in jail."

The storytelling industry in the Great Sheng Dynasty was well-developed and had many protections. Plagiarizing other people's storytelling would indeed result in imprisonment.

In just one morning, Mo Cizui's real name and experience were exposed, and the fact that he plagiarized the novel "Gao Shan Liu Shui" spread throughout Tangzhou Prefecture.

A large number of people who like the story of Gao Shan Liu Shui ran to the organizers and expressed their desire to seek justice for Gao Shan Liu Shui.

Lianzi knew that his young lady liked the storybook of "High Mountains and Flowing Water", so he came out early in the morning and told her what he had heard.

Ye Qingyue paused flipping through the book and turned to look at her: "You said Mo Cizui's real name is Chen Ci? Did Mo Cizui plagiarize the storybook of Gao Shan Liu Shui?"

Lianzi nodded: "That's what people say outside." Then, she wondered again, "Miss, do you think it's possible? Will Shen Ci really do something like plagiarism?"

Lianzi had met the young man Chen Ci when she followed her young lady and had a good impression of him.

She had no doubt that Shen Ci could write a storybook. After all, Shen Ci was the one who got third place in the provincial school examination.