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Chapter 192

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    Seeing Xiao Yao come back, Mrs. Zheng stepped forward, "Ms. Xiao, hello."

    Xiao Yao smiled and nodded, "Hello, Mrs. Zheng, what can I do for you?"

    Mrs. Zheng obviously wanted to have a long talk with Xiao Yao. Seeing that Xiao Yao didn't welcome her in, but stood outside and said, she said, "I have something to tell you, it's not convenient here."

    Xiao Yao said, "If you have anything, just talk about it here." She doesn't know how to entertain any guests.

    Mrs. Xiao is a generation older than her, and she has never given face to the elders who belong to this body. How can she treat Mrs. Zheng who is only two years older than her and does not have the slightest respect for her?

    Mrs. Zheng was angry, and just wanted to sarcastically, when she saw Xiao Yao's eyes dim, she remembered that she used her pen to argue with others in the literary world, and she never lost.  Mr. Zheng and I were very sorry for you in the past, we do not deny this, and we are also sorry for it. But you have also received compensation for this matter, so have all the grievances between us been written off?"

    Xiao Yao said, "Originally, I didn't intend to write it off. After all, I was bullied innocently. If I didn't fight for myself, I would be a stigmatized unknown to you and in the long river of history. I shouldn't bear this."  Having said that, he turned his head to look at the crowd on the street.

    On this street, most of the people who come and go in a hurry are the lower class of Huaguo. Most of them are barefoot in short coats. Even if they can't see them, they know that their faces are miserable and numb.  Most of them are foreigners.  In this land, foreigners look more like masters than Chinese people.

    Xiao Yao withdrew his gaze and looked at Mrs. Zheng: "But after I read books and gained knowledge, I also saw that my motherland is being bullied by others. Anyone can be superior to our citizens here, so I feel that personal grievances are actually very small.  , it¡¯s not worth my energy to worry about it.¡±

    After hearing this, Mrs. Zheng showed joy on her face, completely forgetting Xiao Yao's disrespect for not even inviting him into the house, "I am very grateful and moved for your generosity. Now Mr.  Because of you, you have been excluded. Could you please say a few words to solve Mr. Zheng's troubles?"

    Xiao Yao smiled slightly with sarcasm, "Mrs. Zheng, have you forgotten that we are not good friends? You even mocked me a while ago. Don't bring up any literary disputes with me. If you really  If you want to mention it, you should use your usual pseudonym instead of a new name."

    Mrs. Zheng's face flushed all of a sudden, and she retorted subconsciously, "That's not me!"

    Xiao Yao's eyes showed disdain, he was too lazy to mention this matter, and changed the subject, "I am willing to let the past go, but it does not mean that I am willing to speak for you. When Mr. Zheng and Mrs. Zheng faced me back then, they were decisive and decisive.  One after another, is it possible that you can¡¯t even overcome the difficulties in front of you? Even if you can¡¯t, it has nothing to do with me.¡±

    After finishing speaking, she nodded coldly, "Mrs. Zheng, I came back from outside today, and I'm a little tired. Excuse me."

    Mrs. Zheng was still waiting to say anything else, seeing that Xiao Yao had not gone far, no matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn't raise her voice to tell people to stop, so she had to leave disgruntled.

    After leaving the hotel, she couldn't help thinking bitterly, the people from the country are indeed from the country, even if they are educated and literate, they don't know how to treat guests.

    After arriving home, Mrs. Zheng sat on the sofa, wondering if she should tell the story of Xiao Yao cheating money from the Zheng family under the guise of Commander He, but after thinking about it for a while, she abandoned the idea.

    Xiao Yao had already said at the banquet that day that the money was for medical expenses. She and Zheng Xian did not refute that day, but only refuted it later.

    Besides, now that Qashqai is well-known in the literary world, coupled with her outstanding personality, she is more popular than many literary figures. As long as she mentions it, she will definitely be criticized by supporters of Qashqai.  Now Mr. Zheng's position is unstable and he has been hit many times. If something like this happens again, he may have to be dismissed along with Mr. Xiao.

    After much deliberation, Mrs. Zheng felt that only by being more famous than Xiao Yao could she call more people to favor her instead of Xiao Yao.

    Thinking of this, she suddenly regained her spirits and was about to start writing.

    These days, she is often whispered by people that she is far inferior to Xiao Yao in terms of talent and appearance, and she doesn't know why Zheng Xian is so blind and abandons Xiao Yao for her, and she feels aggrieved and uncomfortable.

    At this time, an idea came up, and I felt that this method was more feasible, so I held a pen and thought about it seriously.

    In this way, after holding back for three days, she finally came to the inspiration, moved the pen quickly, and started writing without sleep or food.

    Xiao Yao went back to his room, flipped through the newspaper, picked out one person's argument, and took up his pen to fight back.

    In today's societyThe editor-in-chief Wang of the daily said in the letter that the editor-in-chief had read this novel and thought it was written about love|love, with a kitsch style, which was not very suitable for publication in "Fiction Daily". He had already turned the manuscript to a more vulgar private newspaper.

    Xiao Yao did not expect that writing such a novel would be labeled kitsch, and he was not even qualified to publish it in the "Fiction Daily", which has always been low-style.

    Thinking about it, the editor Wang of the newspaper had read the ending and saw that there was no magical twist and the theme had not been sublimated, so he felt that publishing it would not do much good.

    At this time, Editor Xu was picking up a thick envelope that had been turned around with a haggard face, and opened it numbly.

    He originally worked for a big newspaper, but because he missed the dark horse that turned out to be Qashqai, he had a conflict with his boss, and was found out that he missed Qashqai.  With all my savings, I partnered with a few friends to set up a newspaper office.

    It's just that it's too difficult to run a newspaper without good writers. It has been struggling for a while, and now it can't make ends meet and is on the verge of bankruptcy.

    Editor Xu decided that when he was really desperate, he gave up this newspaper and found another big newspaper to be an editor.

    Opening the letter paper and reading the story, Editor Xu's expression became brighter and brighter, and he suddenly stood up.

    This is a novel written by Qashqai, and it is her writing style!

    ?Because he missed Qashqai's "Feeding Back" back then, he was unwilling. He had read Qashqai's novels, essays and editorials many times, and he knew Qashqai's writing style like the back of his hand!

    Editor Xu was ecstatic, and hurriedly continued to read the novel. After reading it, he almost wept with joy!

    Although there is no big pattern in this novel, the tragedy of the novel itself is a pattern-the heroine Qingping and the talented hero Xiao Xian failed to fight for love, which itself reflects the strict feudal ethics and traditional concepts that are difficult to break  of.

    Editor Xu felt that what he had missed was about to be sent back to him in another way!

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