Master Lin... oh no, Master Lin has finally woken up from his sweet dream.
While he was lying down, he dreamed that he had become a leader in the literary world because he had suppressed that clown named Xu Lu.
With a single word, no one dared to disagree.
He could write any poem and it would be sung by everyone in the industry.
Many publishing houses have approached us, wanting to publish our poetry collections and essays...
However, beautiful dreams are often easy to end.
So after waking up, Master Lin lay there for a while, savoring the lingering effects of his dream.
However, he felt that he was about to shine.
The timing of that kid Xu Lu's emergence was perfect; his creation of 'Desperate Land' was bound to shock those in the industry...
"Something terrible has happened, Uncle Lin!"
Just as Master Lin was still lost in his fantasies, a voice came from outside.
Isn't that the man named Lin Afan from yesterday?
He walked in from outside with a panicked look on his face, holding a tablet in his hand.
"What's wrong, Afan? You're so impulsive."
As cultured individuals, we must possess composure, as the saying goes, "remaining calm even when a mountain collapses before us"...
"By the way, what happened? Why are you making such a racket so early in the morning!"
Master Lin gave Lin Afan a few words of reprimand, and seeing that Lin Afan's expression was indeed a little flustered, he finally asked.
Lin Afan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said:
"Uncle Lin, it was that guy named Xu Lu who replied to your Weibo post and also wrote a modern poem."
"Is that all the fuss about..."
Master Lin, with a disdainful expression, took the tablet, glanced at it, and immediately exclaimed in surprise:
"What? When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Damn it, this kid surnamed Xu has no sportsmanship! Launching this sneak attack so early in the morning, damn it, damn it…”
Lin Afan, standing to the side, was speechless.
He thought to himself, "Who was it that was saying we should be calm? How come you're even more agitated than me after seeing this?"
And you just said I came too early, and now you're complaining that I came too late.
Are you too difficult to please?
However, Lin Afan only thought these words to himself, still hoping to rely on this Uncle Lin.
Naturally, he dared not be negligent and asked, "Uncle Lin, what should we do now?"
Lin Afan's words didn't reach Master Lin's ears at all, because at this moment, Master Lin...
Oh no, it's Master Lin who was already shattered by that song "I Love This Land".
His book, "Land of Despair," expresses his negative feelings towards this land.
That kid surnamed Xu across the way just happened to write a poem called "I Love This Land," which puts Master Lin in a league of its own just by its title.
As for the content, Master Lin trembled upon seeing it.
Is this really a poem that a young person could write?
That's impossible, that's fucking ridiculous.
What is the background of this young man surnamed Xu?
I was just looking for a stepping stone, how did I end up kicking a steel plate?
And it was a 50-centimeter-thick iron plate; now my toes feel like they're all shattered.
Lin Afan, standing nearby, persisted in asking:
"Uncle Lin, what should we do next? Why don't you write a few more poems?"
Upon hearing this, Master Lin glared and said irritably:
"Do you think writing poetry is like a hen laying eggs? You can't just lay as many as you want! Even a hen can only lay one egg a day."
"That……"
Lin Afan was severely scolded, but fortunately, Master Lin finally gave instructions, saying:
"What are you waiting for? Delete my Weibo post from yesterday. We're all cultured people, what's the point of comparing ourselves to each other?"
After saying this, Master Lin turned and walked into the inner room, leaving Lin Afan, who was still outside, somewhat bewildered.
However, he vaguely heard Master Lin in the inner room sighing, or perhaps slapping his thigh.
I don't know what happened.
"Sigh, let it be deleted. Actually, I also think that the poem written by that kid surnamed Xu is better. Uncle Lin probably picked the wrong opponent this time."
Fortunately, he admitted defeat quite quickly. Alright, he quickly deleted the Weibo post to avoid any further trouble!
Soon, industry insiders, netizens, and fans in Xu Lu's live stream were all surprised to discover this.
The Weibo post that Master Lin made yesterday has disappeared.
It was as if this had never happened.
Furthermore, when netizens tried to leave comments on Master Lin's other posts, they discovered that Master Lin's Weibo account had restricted comments.
Those in the industry were stunned for a moment, then quickly came to their senses and couldn't help but admire Master Lin's quick thinking.
"Um... Is Lao Lin just going to hide like a coward? He's deleting his Weibo posts really fast!"
"It seems that Lao Lin still has some self-awareness, but to be honest, this song 'I love...' is really amazing."
With 'A Generation' and 'I Love...' around, most people probably wouldn't dare to challenge Xu Lu.
"Unless one of the few master-level poets makes an appearance, I think it's very difficult for the others..."
"Yes, who would have thought that someone outside the circle would have such a high level of poetry skills? It's incredible!"
...
On the other hand, netizens who had just bought sunflower seeds, drinks, and bottled water were surprised to find that the performers on stage had suddenly run away.
That's when they really got angry, and they started hurling really nasty insults at them:
"Damn, what kind of lousy Master Lin is he? He even copied others by deleting his Weibo posts. That's so tasteless."
"Yeah, you were all cocky last night, but you've already gone limp after just one night's sleep..."
"Master Lin...hehe, from now on we'll call this old bastard Lin the Little Dog. He barked incessantly when he couldn't see anyone, but now he's scared and ran away with his tail between his legs!"
"I have to say, I really admire how fast this master managed to escape!"
"It seems that people in this industry are not only shameless and shameless, but also very good at being cowards."
"That's right, this old turtle Lin just retreated into his shell and hid there. Nobody can do anything about him. That turtle..."
...
Compared to the uproar online, Xu Lu, one of the parties involved, is quite calm at the moment.
Even when Liu Mingqiang sat across from him and reported the good news about Daxu Video Network, he wasn't too excited.
"Mr. Xu, the release of 'The Return of the Condor Heroes' has brought at least a million new member registrations to the website, and has also activated many existing members..."
Moreover, influenced by the popularity, many advertisers are actively contacting us, and the video website's net profit this month should exceed 20 million..."
At this point, even Liu Mingqian himself felt a little incredulous.
It's important to know that before this, the video website had been in a state of continuous losses.
Unexpectedly, after changing its name to DaXu Video Network, it turned a profit in the first month.
This miracle was not due to the abilities of the current manager of DaXu Video Network, but rather to the actions of the seemingly absent-minded Mr. Xu on the other side.
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