"From the high platform, one can have a wide view, but it is difficult to know the temperature of the water."
"In the ferry boat, even amidst wind and waves, we can ferry as many people as we can."
"New or old does not depend on whether it is published in print or online."
It lies not in whether one can still hear the cries from afar, or whether one can still hold the hand of a drowning person.
"My absence today is not out of arrogance."
"I just feel that instead of arguing about who is the mainstream in the meeting, it's better to write one more line of text in the study."
"After all, the readers are waiting."
"Those who wish to ferry others across must first ferry themselves across. May Mr. Fang and all of you also find your own ferrymen."
"Respectfully submitted."
After reading it, Wang De'an gently closed the letter.
The room fell silent once again.
But this silence was completely different from the one before.
If the dream architect's recording was a heavy blow,
So Jian Shen's letter was like a spring rain.
It seeped silently into the hard concrete.
There wasn't a single swear word.
Not a single harsh word was spoken.
But every word he uttered was a response to Fang Zhenyun's arrogance.
You say we're in a dark corner? I say you're on a high platform, oblivious to the cold and warmth.
You say we lack reverence? I say our readers are what we revere.
One firm, one gentle.
These two absent speeches miraculously formed a perfect closed loop.
This completely dismantles Fang Zhenyun's binary opposition of "traditional vs. internet".
On the dais, Chairman Gu Changfeng took off his glasses.
I wiped it gently and then put it back on.
He looked at the empty seat, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.
"What a perfect saying, 'From a high vantage point, one cannot know the water's temperature.'"
Gu Changfeng suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.
He turned to look at Fang Zhenyun, whose face was somewhat pale, and said calmly:
"Zhenyun, you must keep this letter safe."
Fang Zhenyun stood frozen in place, gripping the microphone tightly in his hand.
He meticulously arranged the stage and turned on the spotlight.
However, he discovered that the two main actors he had invited did not act according to his script at all.
Despite being thousands of miles apart, their singing and harmonizing stole all the spotlight from the stage.
He not only failed to humiliate them, but instead became a stepping stone for them.
Being trampled upon is what makes them both exceptionally talented, one strong and one gentle.
What's most infuriating is that he can't even retaliate.
They were very polite and their reasoning was impeccable.
If he continues to pester, he'll truly become like that person on the high platform who doesn't know the water temperature.
"well."
Fang Zhenyun gritted his teeth and forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.
“Mr. Jian Shen… is indeed a man of great talent. I will definitely… treasure this letter.”
Lin Que sat in a corner below the stage, watching this scene unfold.
He screwed the cap back on the mineral water bottle and clapped twice gently and silently.
Zhao Zichen, who was standing next to him, was so stunned that he didn't even notice his pen falling to the ground.
"Lin Que..."
Zhao Zichen's voice sounded a little unsteady.
He glanced subconsciously at the prepared speech on "the orthodoxy of literature and the spirit of the times" in his notebook.
Suddenly, I felt that those neat handwritings were incredibly ironic.
"I've always believed that literature should inspire and uplift people..."
But why?
That dream weaver's twisted logic, listening to it... it's so heartbreaking?
As for that insightful person, he didn't even refute anything, and Editor-in-Chief Fang had already..."
He couldn't continue.
For the first time, his unwavering belief in "orthodoxy" began to waver.
"Heartbreaking?"
Lin Que picked up Zhao Zichen's pen and put it back in his hand.
"Maybe."
He leaned back in his chair, looking at the two empty chairs.
A family should be like this, all together, cooperating with each other.
"under……"
The microphone that Fang Zhenyun was gripping tightly in his hand was a little slippery.
He felt countless gazes piercing him like needles, some mocking, some watching the spectacle, and some disdainful.
No, we can't let ourselves lose face like this!
His gaze swept quickly across the room.
I passed by the whispering guests on the stage, and by Wang De'an and Red Fox.
Finally, they focused their attention on the group of young student representatives in the third row.
Yes, students!
Jian Shen and the dream weaver are unorthodox individuals who have broken free from control.
But these students, these promising talents selected through official competitions,
They are the "future" that can be shaped and defined!
Fang Zhenyun cleared his throat, forcing back his authoritative smile:
"The dialogue between the two online writers just now really showed us the personality of the new generation of creators."
But true literature is not about destruction, but about inheritance and development.
Compared to these online celebrity writers who have not yet stood the test of time,
I still have more faith in the future stars we selected through rigorous rounds of competition!
Now, please welcome the children who won the first prize in this year's "Relief from Worries Cup" to the stage.
Let's discuss their views on emerging literature!
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