"I'm going, why is it so big?"

Guo Dalu was very surprised when he saw some of the actions of the people on the Internet. The netizens' action was too amazing!

Although Guo Dalu is not used to the so-called experts and professors on weekdays, and has thought of destroying and demolishing the memorial halls, with his current identity in the martial arts world and his influence in China, if he really does such a thing, God knows that it will cause some chaos.

If the people follow the example and the martial arts people learn from each other, it would be amazing. It would probably be in chaos in the world.

Therefore, for the sake of caution, he did not take action to "smash the monument and the image".

I didn't expect that what he had always wanted to do but dared not do was actually taken action today, and such a big storm was caused.

He watched several news in succession and finally found the source video that caused many incidents. It was the scene of Qin Treasures crying at the tomb of Yuewang by the West Lake, as well as the refutation of the old woman descended from the Yue family and the criticism of today's social phenomena. It was this video that aroused great public anger.

"What does this Qin Warriors say to people! Tsk tsk, these things have caused such a big thing, it depends on how you will be a human being in the future!"

After watching the video, Guo Dalu shook his head, "When he cried, he actually met the descendants of the Yue family. You deserve to be unlucky!"

At this time, under his Weibo, many book fans kept jumping up and down, yelling to support those troublemakers who were arrested by the local government.

Some netizens even couldn't help @Guo Dalu, wanting Guo Dalu, a troublemaker, to help these arrested rioters.

"Master Guo, Master Guo, are you here? What do you think about this?"

"The horn of justice has been sounded, and we are only left with one charge leader, Mr. Guo, why don't you take responsibility!"

"Does we need to do something in the face of this kind of thing?"

"The world is getting worse and worse, but people's hearts are not as good as ever. Mr. Guo, have you always been the moral flag bearer. Do you ignore this matter?"

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Seeing these messages, Guo Dalu was amused and crying. He didn't know whether it was someone who deliberately framed him or his readers and fans who were too naive. What qualifications should he be an artist to manage such things? What identity should he be in charge of this kind of thing? Not to mention artists, even ordinary officials dare not express his opinion at will.

If people in the entertainment industry stand at will, no matter what the outcome of this incident, the artist's future will be extremely dark, because no government will have a good face for an artist who interferes in political events.

However, with Guo Dalu's own personality, if he doesn't care about this, he will feel a little embarrassed.

He is now married and has a much calmer temperament. As long as he has not touched his bottom line, he will generally not make any irritable and violent counterattack.

Guo Dalu thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he secretly called himself a fool. Now there is a great god by his side, why not ask him for his opinion?

Just now, when someone thought of this, the door had been knocked on. Li Jiusan's secretary Qi Junsheng walked in, "Mr. Guo, the party is about to begin. The minister asked me to invite you to come together."

After walking out of the hotel, the car yesterday had already stopped at the door. After Guo Dalu entered, he found that Xilong Valley, Thunderstorm, Qin Terracotta Warriors and others were already in the car. Li Jiusan was sitting aside, closing his eyes to rest.

The atmosphere in the car was very strange, and the faces of the Qin Terracotta Warriors were extremely ugly, while Xi Longgu held his cell phone and slashed from time to time. He occasionally looked up at the Qin Terracotta Warriors, and almost laughed several times.

It seems that she must have known what happened yesterday.

Lei Yu also looked funny and endured it very hard.

When he saw Guo Dalu coming in, he hurriedly called out, "Dallu is here! There is something to discuss with you!"

He took out a information bag and handed it to Guo Dalu, "I have sorted out the story of the Legend of the White Snake you told yesterday. Do you want to see if it fits your wishes? If there is no problem, I am going to publish this story in our magazine. Do you think it's OK?"

Lei Yu is now the identity. He is the editor-in-chief of a story magazine. Yesterday, he heard the story of the Legend of White Snake and the Chicken-Brain Qin Hui, who was told by Guo Dalu yesterday. At that time, he had the idea of ​​making them into stories. Later, after returning to the hotel, he wrote these two stories overnight, and then printed them in the hotel. Now what Guo Dalu is reading is the bound manuscript.

"You two stories, Qin Hui's, are just ordinary folk legends, but the stories of the White Snake and Xu Xian have great humanistic potential and can definitely dig out a lot of things. If combined with Yuhang's regional landscape, it will have a great influence and will greatly deepen Yuhang's cultural heritage."

Thunderstorm praised the story of the White Snake, "This kind of twisted love story has always been the favorite of the Chinese people. If this story is changed into an opera or a film and television drama, it will probably have a great influence."

Guo Dalu admires Thunder Rain's vision very much. In another world, the story of the Legend of the White Snake has not been made into many film and television dramas, but also adapted from operas, dramas and other aspects. It is a widely circulated love story that is well-known to all women and children.

He looked carefully at the manuscript handed over by Lei Yu and said with a smile: "Teacher Lei has put in a lot of effort. Yesterday I only told a rough outline, but today you re-embellished the whole story and portrayed the characters in the story. This has basically become a brand new story. Why don't we sign it together on this story?"

Lei Yu's face was stern, "Da Lu, do you look down on me so much? This is your work, why do you sign my name? Who do you think of me?"

Seeing that he was angry, Guo Dalu hurriedly apologized: "Oh, Teacher Lei, don't be angry, don't be angry, am I just saying this casually."

Lei Yu glared at Guo Dalu and snatched the manuscript back, "Okay, don't read this manuscript anymore. When I go back, I will publish it directly in a magazine. The manuscript fee will be called to you tomorrow!"

Guo Dalu was so angry that he snorted when he saw Lei Yu, scratched his head and looked at Li Jiusan who had been in the car with his eyes closed and resting, "Uncle Li, please help me persuade me!"

Li Jiusan slowly opened his eyes and said slowly: "Now you know I am your uncle? We have met yesterday, but you have no respect for me at all!"

Guo Dalu laughed and said, "How dare the country people look at the first-class people in the dynasty?"

Li Jiusan smiled and scolded: "You are the only one who returns to the countryside? If you are really a countryside, then our China is really a world power!"

He glanced at Lei Yu, "Teacher Lei, you will still sit at the front of the party later. Our faces cannot be emotional. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, we must be happy. You don't have to take what this kid said to you."

Lei Yu smiled bitterly, "How dare I be angry with Mr. Guo! But this kid really looks down on others!"

He explained to Li Jiusan: "There are many cases of fraud in professors and scholars. Many tutors steal students' labor results. For example, some papers have nothing to do with the tutor. However, if students want to publish, they have to allow the tutor to sign on it, and they are still at the forefront. Now there is also this phenomenon in the Writers Association, such as reportage, which was originally written by an author, but in order to publish, they have to sign with other powerful people, so that they have the opportunity to publish it."

Lei Yu said angrily: "I don't want to be regarded as such a person!"

Guo Dalu apologized repeatedly, and the thunderstorm subsided.

Not long after, the car stopped at the Yuhang Opera House. Everyone got out of the car and walked into the theater from the dedicated passage.

While walking with Li Jiusan, Guo Dalu approached Li Jiusan and whispered: "Old man, what do you think about yesterday?"

Li Jiusan raised his eyelids, "What happened yesterday?"

Guo Dalu didn't know whether Li Jiusan really didn't know or pretended not to know, but the "small thing" of smashing the monument and destroying the temple yesterday might not have been able to reach the ears of him, the great god.

He spoke quickly and told Li Jiusan what happened yesterday. Fortunately, he had the ability to be a crosstalk actor. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain this matter clearly in this short time when he was walking through the passage.

As soon as he finished talking about this, everyone had already walked out of the passage and arrived at the theater. All the cast and crew members in the theater stood up and applauded and welcomed, their voices deafening.

Amid the applause of these people, Li Jiusan's face changed and he snorted, "Nonsai! What is this!"

After saying this, his face instantly filled with smiles. He walked towards a group of cast members in front, shook hands cordially with the relevant leaders, and asked the actors politely. As for Guo Dalu, he had been left aside by the old man.

However, Li Jiusan's words were enough. After Guo Dalu shook hands with relevant leaders of the party and greeted each other, he sat directly in front of the stage with Xi Longgu and others.

While waiting for the performance to begin, Guo Dalu was going to pass Lei Yu's mobile phone, logged into his Weibo with his mobile phone, and posted a sentence on Weibo: "I just saw what happened yesterday today. Now these troublemakers have been arrested by relevant departments. To be honest, I feel very uncomfortable. Personally, I understand their mood, but I don't agree with their actions. Sometimes violence cannot solve all problems, especially in the era of peace. But when rational remarks have nowhere to be heard, the remaining people of the lower class may be just a means of violence! It is wrong to smash monuments and destroy temples, but what other means do they have?"
Chapter completed!