Isn't this a veiled attack on Editor-in-Chief Fang?!
"This is outrageous!"
Xiao Liu was so angry that his face turned red, and he slammed his hand on the table.
"This hellish dream weaver has absolutely audacity! Isn't he pointing his finger at you and cursing you to your face?!"
Editor-in-chief, this matter cannot be left like this! We must…”
His words came to an abrupt end.
Because he saw,
Fang Zhenyun did not fly into a rage as expected.
Instead, he leaned back deeply into the chair, his eyes slightly narrowed.
His eyes blazed with suppressed anger and cold calculation.
After a long while, the suppressed anger slowly subsided.
His lips then stretched into an almost pathological grin.
"Interesting...really interesting..."
He murmured softly.
The smile was filled with the joy of finding a new toy.
"Editor-in-chief, he... he humiliated you like that, how could you still..."
Xiao Liu was completely baffled.
"humiliation?"
Fang Zhenyun shook his finger, closed the webpage, and stood up.
Walk to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and overlook the night view of Nanjing.
"Xiao Liu, look, this city has tall buildings and bright lights, but it also has shabby alleys and dark ditches."
Some people like to look up at the stars, while others prefer to look down at the mud.
He turned around, looked at his assistant who still looked confused, and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Of course I can see that this story is targeting me. But can you see the underlying meaning?"
Xiao Liu shook his head blankly.
"Then let me ask you, what do you think Jian Shen is like?"
Fang Zhenyun patiently guided him.
"Like...like a hermit? A saint?"
Xiao Liu answered hesitantly.
"Yes. He puts himself on a pedestal, detached from worldly affairs."
I tried to tempt him with fame and fortune, but he remained unmoved.
I tried to suppress him with power tactics, but he retaliated by taking advantage of the situation and burning me to the ground.
Such a person is impervious to reason and irritation, possesses unfathomable cunning, and is a born chess player.
You can't deal with him using conventional methods.
Fang Zhenyun paused, then changed the subject:
"But what about this hellish dream weaver? What does he resemble?"
Xiao Liu thought about the ghost who didn't read poetry, and then he thought about this talent scout.
Filled with righteous indignation, he said:
"Editor-in-chief, I think this Hell Dream Weaver is just a brainless angry young man!"
"Just because they have a little talent doesn't mean they know their place. They bite anyone they can get their hands on, like a mad dog!"
"Calling it a mad dog is harsh. It's not accurate."
Fang Zhenyun smiled and sat back down in his seat.
"He was a young man who was somewhat talented, but extremely arrogant and full of rebellious spirit."
He thought that by using such childish insinuations, he could hurt me and win.
He was too young, full of anger, and anger is the easiest emotion to exploit.
Fang Zhenyun turned his gaze to his assistant, Xiao Liu, his eyes calm and expressionless.
But it sent a chill down the spine of the latter.
"Editor-in-chief..."
"Go, mobilize all our naval resources."
Fang Zhenyun's tone was indifferent.
"From today onwards, I want everyone to know that 'Humanity is Like a Prison' is the most profound and courageous critique of this era."
Xiao Liu was stunned:
"Huh? Editor-in-chief, didn't you say you wanted to boycott..."
"resist?"
Fang Zhenyun interrupted him.
"No, we will not boycott him. We will elevate him, we will elevate him even higher than Jian Shen."
He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and left Xiao Liu with a meaningful silhouette.
"A perfect god is very difficult to dethrone. But what if... two gods were to fight?"
Fang Zhenyun leaned back in his chair and let out a low, cold laugh.
When the followers of light and darkness are incompatible, when two fanatical believers begin to attack each other...
By then, do you think people will still remember who lit the first fire?
He didn't explain further, but instead picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Teacher Sun, this is Zhenyun."
...
"Yes, we would like to ask you to come out of retirement and write a review of 'Human World is Like a Prison'."
"Yes, you heard me right. My point is that it is more avant-garde in literature than 'The Miracles of the Namiya General Store'."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Zhenyun looked out the window, his voice low and somber.
"Just watch, I will first pick up this sword of hell and pierce that god named Jian Shen."
"Then, I will personally break this sword in hell."
...
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