Chapter 350 Who is Wang Cheng?
After lunch, Huo Dongcheng sent Wen Liang to the five-star hotel provided by the organizer and went to the site for rehearsal in the afternoon.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Wen Liang arrived at the award ceremony.
Before the award ceremony started, several winners had already arrived and were sitting in the seats with their names on them, chatting.
Wen Liang sat down in his seat, opened the memo, and prepared to accept the award.
A young photographer was sitting two seats to the right. He glanced at Wen Liang and continued talking to the person next to him.
Next to the young photographer was a man wearing glasses. He leaned forward, glanced at Wen Liang over the young photographer, and whispered, "Hey, is that the one next to you the winner of the first prize? I only found out she's the ex-wife of the Fu Group CEO when I looked through her Weibo the other day."
The young photographer glanced at Wen Liang secretly and said, "It seems so."
The man with glasses curled his lips in disdain. "I bet this award was bought, believe it or not? That Wangcheng is quite pitiful. His work was excellent, and he won first prize, but it went to someone else, and he was forced to apologize."
The young photographer disagreed, "I don't know if she bought it, but Wangcheng is not innocent at all. I know the original artist of the photo that won second prize last time. We attended a photography exchange meeting together. At that time, the original artist discovered that the work was signed by someone else. He also protested on WeChat Moments and other platforms, but they were all suppressed. I thought the matter was hopeless, but who knew that Wangcheng would hit a wall this time."
The man with glasses was surprised, "Ah? Really?"
"Why would I lie to you? Let me show you the original author's WeChat Moments. He even posted about this a couple of days ago." The young photographer pulled out his phone and showed the glasses man his WeChat Moments, saying, "What a shame! He was so disappointed with the competition last time because of this that he didn't participate this time. If he had, he probably would have won."
"That's really a shame. All the avenues of defending my rights have failed. This means that Wang Cheng is no ordinary person. Otherwise, how could he have such great power?"
"Of course. When the incident happened, netizens demanded that Wangcheng's real name be revealed to prevent him from changing his ID and continuing to steal photos, but the organizers ignored them and netizens couldn't find it out. We knew it must be something serious." The young photographer sighed.
"I know who Wang Cheng is."
Suddenly, the uncle in the front row turned his head, looked around vigilantly, and said in a low voice.
The young photographer and the man with glasses looked up at the same time and said in unison, "Who is it?"
"She's the cousin of a judge. Think about it, why else would the original artist fail to defend their rights? Why wouldn't the organizers reveal Wangcheng's real name?" the uncle said meaningfully, "If the stolen image hadn't been so thoroughly stolen, it wouldn't have been exposed at all."
The young photographer looked at the man with glasses and believed it about 70%.
Wen Liang lowered her head as she typed, and found it a little funny to hear them call her an iron plate.
Although this time it was because she and Huo Dongcheng knew each other, their statement also indicated certain problems.
In the eyes of outsiders, the reason why she became an ironclad figure was because of her relationship with the Fu family and Fu Zheng.
She and Fu Zheng are tied together.
Marriages can be divorced, but interpersonal relationships are difficult to separate. Although she said she didn't want Fu Zheng's help, she had actually unconsciously accepted Fu Zheng's help.
The man with glasses lowered his voice and asked curiously, "Which judge is it?"
"I told you guys, don't tell anyone." The uncle said cautiously, "They are all from different backgrounds."
The man with glasses quickly assured, "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone."
The uncle looked around and whispered, "It's Dongzhe."
"Ah? Really?" the young photographer exclaimed in surprise. "I think he has a good reputation. So, is he really like this?"
Wen Liang lowered his head, but his typing fingers had stopped, and a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes.
Wangcheng is Dongcheng's cousin?
Her first reaction was disbelief.
After knowing each other for so long, Wen Liang had a hunch that Huo Dongcheng was not the kind of person who would condone his relatives bullying the weak.
Moreover, when she handed the evidence to Huo Dongcheng, Huo Dongcheng's reaction did not seem to be aware of it.
The uncle said, "Rich people are like this."
"I did a search. Dongzhe's original name was Huo Dongcheng. It's really possible that Wangcheng is his cousin. His cousin wouldn't like him, right?" The man with glasses guessed with a smile.
The young photographer shook his head. "No way! What era is this? How could a cousin like her brother?"
"Hey," the uncle said, "there's definitely no biological cousin, but this cousin isn't Dongzhe's biological cousin. She's his stepmother's niece."
When Wen Liang heard this, he thought of Huo Dongcheng's stepmother's unreasonable behavior, and suddenly felt that what the uncle said was somewhat credible.
Maybe it was his stepmother's niece who did it, and Huo Dongcheng was unaware of it.
"What's her name, Wangcheng?" asked the man with glasses.
"Lin Yinuan."
Before the young photographer and the man with glasses could say anything, Wen Liang suddenly started coughing.
The three of them turned to look at Wen Liang in unison, changed the subject, and started talking about the competition.
Wen Liang coughed for a long time, constantly stroking his chest to breathe, and finally stopped.
She cleared her throat and moved a seat to the right.
The three uncles stopped talking and looked at Wen Liang with copied and pasted expressions.
Wen Liang smiled at them and asked the uncle, "Is Lin Yinuan really Huo Dongcheng's cousin?"
The uncle raised his eyebrows, "Why would I lie to you?"
"How did you know?" Wen Liang was curious.
"A relative of mine has done business with the Huo family. You should know what Huo Dongcheng's family does, right?"
The man with glasses and the young photographer only knew that Huo Dongcheng was a photographer and a judge of the competition, and did not know much about him. However, the uncle obviously knew that Huo Dongcheng was the head of the Huo family, so most of what he said was true.
Lin Yinuan is Huo Dongcheng's cousin and the niece of Huo Dongcheng's stepmother.
Then Huo Dongcheng's stepmother is...
Thinking of Huo Dongcheng mentioning the word "Aunt Lin", Wen Liang's breathing stopped for a moment.
I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.
She sat there for a long time, then took out her phone and sent a message to Huo Dongcheng, "Brother Dongcheng, I'm so sorry, I suddenly had an emergency and can't attend the award ceremony. Could you please find someone to pick it up for me? Thank you."
Wen Liang closed her phone, picked up her bag, and stood up to leave.
She walked aimlessly on the street.
It was already early spring and the weather was getting warmer, but she felt extremely cold. The chill came from all directions, and even her heart was cold.
She still remembers that when she was little, some nosy adults thought she was ignorant and asked her jokingly, "Niuniu, do you know that your mother ran away with someone?"
At that time, she didn't know what expression to make.
She still remembered that every time she visited relatives during the Chinese New Year, some people would always persuade her father to remarry, saying that she was probably not his child.
She heard it and was afraid that her father really didn't want her, but she could only pretend not to hear it.
She still remembers that when she was in elementary school, her classmates knew that she had no mother and refused to play with her. Her deskmate, who was originally her good friend, started bullying her, and later, her deskmate also distanced themselves from her.
Every time her deskmate was bullied, she stood in front of him, but she still couldn't change the outcome.
She still remembers the sympathetic look in her elementary school teacher's eyes when he learned about her family situation.
She lowered her head and became even more silent.
Slowly, she grew up, and she had long been accustomed to all of this, and also accustomed to being alone.
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