Chapter 49: , detonating the gunpowder barrel

At this moment, the living room fell into a strange atmosphere.

Li Heng was leisurely, looking at her with ease, examining her.

His gaze fell substantially on her, seemingly still mocking her for being shameless.

In fact, he also wanted to be more generous, and didn't want to hold onto grievances.

But this stinky woman always liked to use one sentence to belittle him in front of Chen Zijin and Chen family relatives and friends in his previous life: Our Zijin has been beautiful and excellent since she was a child. If she wanted, there would be a lot of high-cadre children, doctoral students, and international students. I don't know what's good about you, why did she choose you?

Listen, is this human talk?

Once or twice is fine, for Chen Zijin's sake, he gritted his teeth and endured it. But after saying it too many times, damn it, what man wouldn't hold a grudge?

Having lived for 28 years, when had Chen Xiaomi ever suffered such sarcasm?

She was choked with anger for a moment, almost vomiting blood.

She racked her brains and couldn't understand why Li Heng had changed so much in the more than half a year from last summer vacation to now?

The past Li Heng was as honest as a sheep in front of her, almost not fighting back when beaten or scolding back when scolded.

He didn't even dare to look at her more than once.

And now, Li Heng's words were sharp, and she found she couldn't argue with him at all.

Roles changed, and under constraints, she became the lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

She even had a thought just now: If Li Heng had shown such heaven-defying writing talent last summer vacation, would she have stopped it?

The answer...?

She didn't dare to give an answer, and even more didn't dare to think deeply in the direction of the answer.

She found that human nature is something even she couldn't grasp!

Really unable to stand his unscrupulous gaze, Chen Xiaomi took a deep breath, straightened her head, and decided to try to use conversation to break her embarrassment.

She asked a question she really wanted to know and was very curious about: "You are only 17 years old, how did you write this novel?

Hearing this, Li Heng asked back faintly: "Miss Chen, are you questioning me? Thinking that a country boy like me can't write such a work?"

Chen Xiaomi pouted and didn't make a sound, indeed having doubts.

Or rather, it's not just her. If Li Heng's age were announced to the world, I believe everyone would be as confused as her, looking forward to finding the truth.

However, Li Heng was not so easy to deal with, retorting: "That's right, according to the ancient scholar evaluation standards, the Chen family can be considered a high-ranking family.

Plus Miss Chen is a high-achieving student from Renmin University, and your vision has always been in the sky. I'm afraid you've long forgotten the ancient motto 'A noble son comes from a poor family, and a public official comes from a white house'."

At this point, he changed his breath and continued to attack unceremoniously: "But you are a high-level intellectual after all, how could you ask such a stupid question?"

Hearing the word "stupid," Chen Xiaomi's temper flared up again, her chest heaving and falling violently.

However, Li Heng wouldn't give her a chance to talk back, continuing to attack with a clang:

"Wang Bo wrote the eternal masterpiece 'Tengwang Pavilion Preface' at 26, why don't you question it?

Huo Qubing was the bravest in the army at 21, sealed the wolf and lived in Xu, worshipped as the champion marquis, and was arrogant. Should you dig up his corpse and judge him?"

"Actually, in my opinion, age cannot represent everything.

Don't think that just because you're older, everything grows with it. If you don't believe it, listen for yourself. Old Man Sun at the school gate is over 60, doesn't know how to read, is a straw bag, and only knows how to scold the street."

Chen Xiaomi was dizzy with anger. How could she not know that Li Heng was pointing at the mulberry and scolding the locust, taking revenge for last summer vacation, scolding her as a straw bag, scolding her for only growing in age but not in knowledge.

Her right hand unconsciously grabbed her bag, wanting to get up and leave, not wanting to suffer this grievance here for "To Live."

But there was another voice in her mind advising her: Endure! Endure! Endure again! Get through this difficulty first.

Just as Chen Xiaomi's thoughts were struggling fiercely, movement suddenly came from outside the door.

Then there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a shout: "Li Heng, open the door."

It was the English teacher's voice.

Li Heng didn't think much, got up and opened the door.

At this time, there were two people outside the door, one was Wang Runwen.

The other was a man, about 35 or 36 years old, with a middle-part hairstyle, clothes neat and tidy, very decent.

Upon meeting, Wang Runwen introduced the two:

"Li Heng, this is the editor of "Harvest" magazine, Zou Ping."

"This is December."

Before Zou Ping came, he had never thought that the author who wrote "To Live" would be so young, and would be a high school student. Very shocked.

Chen Xiaomi had originally hesitated whether to leave, but the moment she saw the competitor, all distracting thoughts disappeared.

She rekindled her fighting spirit.

Even if Li Heng had a grudge against her, he definitely wouldn't have trouble with money, she still had a chance.

"Hello Editor Zou, just now I have been negotiating publication matters with Editor Chen of "People's Literature," so I let the teacher go pick you up, please don't be offended."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Li Heng ignored gentlemanly manners and directly set the rhythm, aiming to make the two collide.

After all, when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits.

He was afraid that the competitors would reach some tacit understanding to save money, so he simply buried the gunpowder barrel and didn't give the two a chance.

Sure enough, Zou Ping stared blankly at Li Heng, then looked at Chen Xiaomi sitting on the sofa, and a sense of urgency rose in his heart.

Even secretly guessing: Have Li Heng and "People's Literature" reached an agreement, and do I still have a chance?

Before coming, "To Live" disturbed Mr. Ba, who was thinking about the follow-up story, entrusting him to take it down if possible.

After exchanging pleasantries and sitting down, and after the English teacher poured them a fresh cup of hot tea, Li Heng said to Chen Xiaomi and Zou Ping:

"I am a high school senior, about to take the college entrance exam, time is short, so I won't beat around the bush with you. Are we talking about the manuscript fee first, or are you two looking at the follow-up manuscript first?"

Zou Ping was speechless again. He could write such a cow-forcing work, but he was still a student, and he was still thinking about class in the afternoon.

Is this not letting people live?

In order not to come for nothing, and to have a bottom line in his heart, Zou Ping said first: "If possible, I hope to see the manuscript first."

"Okay, of course no problem."

Li Heng was very generous, found all the manuscripts from his schoolbag, there were several stacks, deliberately placing the first stack of the follow-up story in front of Chen Xiaomi, letting her read it first.

It's not that he favored Chen Xiaomi, doing this was aimed at stimulating Zou Ping, hoping the other party would get nervous, hoping the other party would offer a high price to suppress Chen Xiaomi when bidding later.

Chen Xiaomi glanced at Li Heng, seemingly seeing through his little tricks, but didn't expose them, instead turning to the first page of the manuscript and reading it seriously:

"I have been hopeless since I was a child, this is my father's words. The private school teacher said I was rotten wood that couldn't be carved. Now thinking about it, they were all right. I didn't think so at the time. I thought I had money, I was the only incense fire of the Xu family, if I was extinguished, the Xu family would have to cut off their descendants..."

The wonderful plot quickly completely attracted Chen Xiaomi, letting her put down her grievances with Li Heng in a short time.

Along with the bitterness and sorrow in the book, various micro-expressions of worry and anxiety even inadvertently appeared on her face...

Zou Ping saw his opponent addicted to the book and unable to extricate herself, anxious and impatient on the side, but there was no way, he couldn't get the manuscript in a short time, so he could only wait.

He was also pondering in his heart: Seeing the opponent quickly fascinated, the story behind "To Live" must be good. I came late today, fell into a disadvantage, how should I reverse the wind and win later?

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(End of chapter)