The newspaper was brought by guard Xu Qing. Ji Fangshu's face changed as soon as he saw it. He didn't even have breakfast and hurried to the General Political Department.
On the way, she was extremely anxious.
"Forward" is not only Wenxin's masterpiece, but also the foundation of Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe.
Being featured in the literary supplement means that the news will spread to all military regions in a short period of time.
By then, how would she and the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe be able to face people?
Thinking about this, Ji Fangshu urged the driver again and again on the way, completely forgetting about picking up Jiang Wanxia.
Here, Jiang Wanxia waited and waited, but no one came.
Helplessly, she had to pack up her things and slowly walked from the hospital to the gate of the military zone.
When I passed by the bulletin board, I saw a lot of people gathered around to read it, and occasionally I heard the word "plagiarism".
Jiang Wanxia's eyes lit up. Could it be that Jiang Yuman's plagiarism had been made public?
Thinking of this, she was so excited that she quickly walked forward to check it out.
Unfortunately, there were too many people and her feet hurt, so she couldn't squeeze in.
He just turned around and asked the others, "Comrades, what are you looking at? Did Jiang Yuman from the Second Division Art Troupe plagiarize?"
She didn't lower her voice, and the people around her could hear it clearly.
For a moment, they all turned their heads to look at her strangely, "What did you say?"
Although Jiang Wanxia felt that everyone's eyes were strange, she still repeated it again.
At the end, he also said: "To be honest, "Hot Blood Youth" doesn't look like it was written by a new screenwriter."
I thought that these words would be recognized by everyone.
It would be even better if Jiang Yuman's reputation could be trampled into the mud at the same time.
Who would have known that after hearing these words, everyone's faces instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Soldiers always put collective honor first. The Second Division Art Troupe won glory in this special military district performance, and each of them had a glow on their faces.
How can you tolerate others slandering you?
He immediately said angrily: "Who told you that "Hot Blood Youth" was plagiarized?"
"Yes, don't say anything without reading the propaganda column. The General Political Department personally sent a letter to confirm that Teacher Yuman's work was original."
Someone else said: "Not everyone is Wenxin, that person is a pest in the army, actually stealing other people's dramas."
Everyone was talking at the same time, and Jiang Wanxia was speechless.
In this situation, she should be so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
But after hearing what they said clearly, disbelief still prevailed. "You said Jiang Yuman's work was original, and Wen Xin stole someone else's work? How come!"
"Why not?"
Wei Qing's voice came from the crowd, "Jiang Wanxia, you don't question the comrades of the General Political Department just because you are from the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe, right?"
Looking at the explanatory letter, there are not only female soldiers, but also ordinary soldiers, many of whom do not know Jiang Wanxia.
I was wondering why she slandered Teacher Yuman, but after hearing what she said, I knew she was from the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe.
Immediately, his face showed contempt.
What is this called?
Just because the screenwriter in your own group plagiarized, you think that other people’s screenwriters are plagiarizing?
Facing so many people's strange looks, Jiang Wanxia was frightened in her heart, "I didn't say I questioned the comrades of the General Political Department, I just heard you say plagiarism."
She didn't dare to act arrogantly in front of Wei Qing, because this girl was the granddaughter of the army commander, and she couldn't afford to offend Wei Qing.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
If she had known earlier that she was the commander's granddaughter, she should have built a good relationship with her no matter what. Otherwise, she would not have such a good relationship with Jiang Yuman and would not have defended her in every word.
"Humph, you are the only one who knows what you think."
Wei Qing didn't know what Jiang Wanxia was thinking. She held her head and said, "Anyway, our teacher Yu Man was examined by the General Political Department, so there is no problem. Even if some people throw dirty water and slander her, it's nothing."
After saying that, he rolled his eyes at her and left with a few female soldiers from the art troupe.
The remaining soldiers were reluctant to talk about the female soldiers, but the occasional glances over at them were enough to upset Jiang Wanxia.
She just quickly took her things and left the bulletin board.
On the way to the gate of the military zone, my heart felt empty and I was completely lost.
She couldn't believe that "Hot Blooded Youth" was actually written by Jiang Yuman, and Wen Xin plagiarized someone else.
Because of this incident, whenever people mention the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe, their first impression will definitely be plagiarism.
He deliberately entered the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe, but instead he created his second dark history.
The more Jiang Wanxia thought about it, the more tired she felt. Before she knew it, she had reached the gate of the military region.
There was no one at the door, and Xu Yajun, who had promised to pick her up, was nowhere to be seen.
She didn't know the way to the Chu family, so she just walked around and waited.
When passing by the communication office, I would send out the letter I wrote to my parents.
Then she wandered around aimlessly for the whole afternoon.
During this period, no vehicle entered the military area.
Seeing that it was getting dark and she couldn't sleep, Jiang Wanxia had to return to the hospital in embarrassment.
Lying on the narrow single bed in the hospital, she comforted herself: That incident had an impact, the Chu family was not irresponsible, they were just delayed because of something.
When I marry into the family, everything will be fine.
Even if Jiang Yuman surpasses Wen Xin and becomes the screenwriter of the military region, so what? As long as I am a little more patient, I will definitely not be worse than her.
No matter where she goes, she won't lose.
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The confirmation of plagiarism by "Forward" soon caused a sensation in the military art world.
At the same time, "Hot-blooded Youth" was published in a prominent position in the newspaper, entering the field of vision of more people with a strong attitude.
Jiang Yuman, a new screenwriter who has just become famous, became completely famous thanks to the news that Wen Xin was disgraced.
Successfully inherited her title of the military region's genius screenwriter.
Even leaders of other military regions called and said that if there was a chance in the future, they would definitely invite the Second Division Art Troupe to perform "Hot Blood Youth" at their place.
Zheng Liujiang was very proud and specifically looked for Su Wenzheng to ask her when the performance would resume.
"Girls can go anytime, but the conditions are not good..." Su Wenzheng paused at this point.
"Don't worry about that."
Zheng Liujiang said straightforwardly, "Now even other military regions want to see your performance. The remote troops will wait and see."
Su Wenzheng nodded with satisfaction and waited for Zheng Liujiang to speak.
As the two of them had been superiors and subordinates for many years, she knew Zheng Liujiang's personality clearly. If he gave her a sweet date, there would definitely be something else waiting for her.
Sure enough,
Zheng Liujiang touched his chin and said, "I will go to the Sixth Division in two days, you two should follow me."
A good general must be kept by your side to strike hard at the enemy.
Su Wenzheng agreed without much hesitation. Anyway, they were going to the Sixth Division, just in advance.
The two of them discussed the work arrangements for a few words, and then Su Wenzheng left the office.
Zheng Liujiang stood up and stretched his limbs, thinking about the expressions of Mo Hai and Xu Qing at that time, and felt inexplicably excited.
Just when I was happy, the phone on the table rang.
After picking up the phone, he didn't know what was said on the other end. He put the receiver down with a "click" and hurried out of the office.
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