Zhou Xia, whose legs were so weak with fear, gave Zhang Moyan a look of gratitude, with a cry for help written in his eyes.
On the other side, Geng Baishan looked at Zhang Moyan, and his originally relaxed face became serious.
Zhang Moyan felt very uncomfortable being stared at, because Geng Baishan's eyes on her gradually made her feel as if he was looking for someone's shadow.
Who else could it be? It must be Chen Yun.
Zhang Moyan turned her head guiltily towards Zhou Xia's parents. She was anxious about why Xiao Xingyu hadn't arrived yet, while suppressing her heartbeat and trying to find words to continue talking to delay time.
"Ancient meaning is a definition of an aesthetic category. Everyone's aesthetic taste is different. What is trash to one may be treasure to another. Art is diverse precisely because of the different aesthetic tastes of each person. We live in a new era of openness and generosity, where creators of all types have a stage to display their strengths. Those who follow the ancients can strive to catch up with the sages, and those who innovate can establish their own schools. We can all regard these differences as a division of labor. As we work towards our respective pursuits, we can all achieve extraordinary success. Our country's cultural undertakings are thriving with a hundred schools of thought contending, and the people can appreciate the diverse forms of art. This is definitely a good thing. Mr. Geng, do you think what I said makes sense?"
Zhang Moyan spoke very slowly, and after she finished a long speech, she sincerely felt that her three years as a cultural reporter had not been in vain. She could come up with a bunch of profound truths without having to rack her brains too much. Not only could she delay time, but her words also seemed so meaningful and reasonable.
As expected, as soon as she finished speaking, Geng Jun, as if he had found a savior, immediately clapped his hands, and under his leadership, the whole audience burst into warm applause.
Zhou Xia's mother came forward excitedly and held her hands tightly: "Miss Zhang, you are here too. It's been a long time since we last met. I'm so glad to see you here!"
Geng Baishan's expression was already extremely grim. He glared at Zhang Moyan unhappily, "Whose reporter are you? You're so arrogant! You're being so high-minded. Are you filming the News Broadcast?"
Zhang Moyan was silent for a moment: "I'm not a reporter, just a passerby."
Jin Xueyang stood up and said, "Don't journalists also have freedom of speech?"
Geng Baishan looked at Zhang Moyan and said, "Are you teaching me how to do things? How long have you been working with porcelain? How much do you know about its production?"
Geng Baishan's eyes were sharp, and his questioning style was extremely oppressive. Zhang Moyan couldn't help but think of running away, but she suppressed the thought and said, "I don't have to be someone who understands porcelain to speak, right?"
Geng Baishan frowned, took a breath and was about to speak when a voice suddenly interrupted him.
"She's my sister-in-law!" Xiao Wa shouted, "Doesn't she have the right to talk to you?!"
Zhang Moyan's mouth remained open in surprise.
"Your sister-in-law?" Geng Baishan looked up and down at Xiao Wa suspiciously. "Who are you? Is it so great that she's your sister-in-law?"
"Of course! I..."
"Xiao Wa!" Zhang Moyan stopped him and glanced at the reporters around him.
Xiao Wa hesitated for a moment between the choice of whether to expose his brother Yu's relationship, and puffed out his chest: "I am Xiao Sheng's man, what do you think?"
Geng Baishan seemed amused by his nonsensical "how" and laughed, "Oh, someone from the Xiao family, so is she really your sister-in-law? Why didn't she let you say it?"
Xiao Wa wanted to argue but had no words and glared at him.
"You're asking for it without a formal marriage!" Geng Baishan said coldly.
Xiao Wa argued with him: "It's only a matter of time!"
Zhang Moyan's temples buzzed, and she subconsciously looked at Chen Guanfu, and met Chen Guanfu's gaze as he walked through the crowd and squinted at her.
In an instant, cold sweat broke out all over Zhang Moyan's body.
"The Xiao family's reputation has really declined," Geng Baishan pretended to sigh. "I heard that one of your juniors was arrested this year, but I didn't believe it. Now that I see you all being so carefree, it's no longer surprising!"
"Please stop talking!" Having said this, Geng Jun no longer cared about the rules of respecting the elders and forcibly held Geng Baishan down.
But Geng Baishan's sigh of regret had already caused the crowd to explode. Amidst the clamor, some people were wondering why Geng Baishan was so critical of them, some were spreading rumors about the Geng and Xiao families' irreconcilable relationship, and some were asking around to find out who from the Xiao family had been jailed.
The situation gradually got out of control, and the host couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly asked Zhou Xia to resign.
…
Zhou Xia's father was furious: "Geng Baishan, what on earth are you doing here? You've picked the wrong person to pick on! He just spoke up for us, why are you so angry?"
"I'm angry out of shame?" Geng Baishan sneered, "Do you think I'd take a little girl's opinion to heart?"
Zhou Xia’s father was about to go on stage and beat someone up in a fit of rage, but Zhou Xia’s mother and the audience around him saw the situation and stopped him in time!
Zhou Xia stared blankly at his parents and Geng Baishan, who were at odds with each other. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.
"Is there something wrong with what she said?"
Suddenly, a voice came out of nowhere, with a calm yet powerful tone, which immediately quieted the scene.
"It's Professor Chen!"
"What Professor Chen?"
"It's the professor living in Japan who recently publicly searched for his relatives."
"Oh oh oh I remember, that's him?"
…
Chen Guanfu had been in the spotlight for his search for relatives before, so he was quickly recognized at the scene. The people blocking his way immediately parted ways to make way for him like a tide.
Chen Guanfu raised his head slightly, staring directly at Geng Baishan on the stage. He said steadily, "A passerby isn't worthy of speaking to you, but my own granddaughter is certainly qualified to offer you some advice! However, she said that everyone can achieve extraordinary success by striving towards their own goals. I have something to add to this view. I believe that there are also different levels of success. Imitating the ancients will only make you a second-rate figure, while being unique will make you a first-rate person. You can't suppress the latter just because you are the former!"
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