Many people have already accepted the view that Mr. Jia may have plagiarized the works of his predecessors and then extracted and summarized them.
The discussion was particularly heated on the walls of the seminar area.
[Outrageous! Mr. Xu, Mr. Yang, and Mr. Huang are renowned scholars who have long been established. How could they possibly engage in plagiarism?]
How could the three of them possibly risk their reputations?
This is an insult to the three gentlemen!
Then the question arises—is this author, a shut-in, a fame-seeker?
They clearly extracted their views from Mr. Wentong's works and Mr. Mobai's notes, and have always regarded them as their own. We never knew there were such shameless people!
A ban! Rainforest Bookstore should throw out this person's books immediately, burn them down! A literary bandit, he's a cancer on the world.
When Uncle Fu saw that post, he trembled all over. Shameless!
"Others may not know the situation, but how could I not know? Back then, my master casually flipped through Mr. Xu's long and tedious book, then threw it down. Within half an hour, he had already finished writing the first drafts of more than ten poems and lyrics. And I saw it with my own eyes. Where did he plagiarize?
What Mr. Wentong? I know that person. He's just someone who likes to paint landscapes in a pretentious way. He doesn't understand poetry at all.
As for Mr. Mo Bai, forgive my ignorance, but he is even inferior to Mr. Wen Tong. Having perused historical records, I know his only redeeming quality is his calligraphy; he has no insights into poetry or lyrics, let alone any handwritten notes.
The young people who had come to demand an explanation were stunned by Uncle Fu's imposing manner and stood there dumbfounded.
It wasn't that they were too useless, but rather that Uncle Fu directly shattered their illusions.
Mr. Wentong and Mr. Mobai, the events of the previous dynasty, a hundred years have passed.
No one knows what the other person did, and no one knows whether it's true or false.
Besides, if this person is really that amazing, how come I've never heard of him before? How come you, Mr. Xu, just happened to notice him, and he's now writing books and keeping notes?
After a moment, Uncle Fu put his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, the waters here are too deep. Don't be foolish enough to be used as pawns and still do your work."
Lu Chengfeng, standing in the crowd, saw his carefully built momentum shattered by a few words. He said in a sinister tone, "They may be afraid of you, but I am not. Gentlemen, what are you afraid of? If anything happens, I will take full responsibility!"
Mr. Xu is upright and honest, and his magnanimity lies in not arguing with you. But I disagree. Anyone can swindle and deceive; it's utterly shameless.
Today, that shut-in who suddenly appeared out of nowhere needs to come out and give an explanation and apologize.
"I'll stand right here and see how deep the water is!"
Uncle Fu looked at him with a smile and said, "Oh, judging from your demeanor, young master, you must be of noble birth. May I ask which young master from Yingzhou Prefecture you are?"
Lu Chengfeng shut his mouth and clenched his fists.
Uncle Fu then said, "It seems not. It appears to be a young master from the county town. Could he be the magistrate's son?"
Lu Chengfeng: "..."
Uncle Fu shook his head.
"I was terrified. I thought I had offended some very important person."
"Young master, I also advise you, if you don't have the ability, don't stick your neck out, lest you get sold out and still be counting the money."
They were practically calling him an idiot.
Some people were amused by the comical scene and burst into laughter.
Lu Chengfeng wanted to throw a tantrum.
The attendant behind him lowered his voice and said, "Young master, please calm down. This old man is right. Even if you want to help your master, you should carefully consider the whole situation."
What we should do is to beat a dog when it's down, not to be pawns in the battle.
It's too early.
Lu Chengfeng looked at him; these were the men his father had arranged for him.
"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll come back in a few days to beat the dog and push down the wall."
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