First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 40 Implement plagiarism! Happy life collapse

  On the stage, the show continues.

  After being interrupted by Qi Fang, the atmosphere of the whole venue has changed.

  Qi Fang looked at Anzhi Ruosu in disbelief, and then at the many audiences in the audience.

   "I'm sorry, it ruined this wonderful atmosphere."

  "Excuse me, Contestant No. 96 is quiet, do you want to continue singing poems?"

  The audience watched eagerly at the peace on the big screen.

  At this moment, it doesn’t matter whether it is chanted or not.

  Because of these fifty poems, An Zhi Ruo Su has established an incomparable poem status and height.

  No one can question.

  An Zhiruo Su's complexion under the pale yellow beam of light was indifferent, and the pair of eyes still seemed to be in the deep water of an ancient pool, unremarkable.

  Now after reciting fifty poems, An Zhiruosu returned to the original topic.

  An Zhiruosu looked at all the audience below the stage, and said lightly: "Now I say that LeDong Life is plagiarizing my poems, do you believe it?"

  Although An Zhiruosu has not produced real evidence for the time being.

  But An Zhiruosu reciting fifty poems continuously, his level and strength are completely able to support what he said.

  The group of happy life fans who originally yelled for evidence and apologized for apology, now all bowed their heads deeply.

  They can’t wait to bury their heads in their crotch.

  Half an hour, fifty poems, each capital is a classic in the classics, and each poem always has one or two popular poems.

  On one side is a super poet with this level, and on the other side is a lively life who can only chant poems like "Catkins".

  If you are in peace, no one will not believe it anymore.

  The people are already on the side of peace.

  At this time, Ang Lee’s mind finally rang the long-awaited voice: “Di, the host task has been completed. The surveillance video has been sent to the host’s mobile phone.”

  Surveillance video is finally on the phone!

  After hearing the exact reply from the system, Ang Lee turned and looked at Le Dongsheng: "You are plagiarizing the two poems "Jinse" and "Zhu Shi". Do you recognize it or not."

  The camera and lights all turned to Le Dongsheng who was also wearing a black mask.

  Under the light, even with a thick black mask, it still can't stop the pale and bloodless face of Le Dong Life.

  Le Dongsheng stepped back for a few steps, and his eyes were full of fear and tremor.

  However, where can LeDong Life recognize it, and where can it dare to recognize it?

  "I did not plagiarize, I did not plagiarize! I wrote "Jinse" and "Bamboo Rock", I wrote it!"

  Le Dongsheng shouted: "Your poetry level is very good, but you can't use it to deprive me of inspiration."

   "Is there a problem when I created two good poems when I was suddenly inspired? If you are calm, do you tell me there is a problem?"

   "You said that I was plagiarizing your poems, then you can show evidence, show clear, tangible evidence!"

  At this time, Qi Fang also came over to An Zhiruosu and said: "An Zhiruosu, in addition to proving your poem level, do you have any real evidence to prove it?"

   "If there is no definite evidence, I think the copyright of the two poems "Jinse" and "Zhu Shi" is still in the hands of Le Dong Sheng."

  Behind the program group.

  Zhang Jingya and a dozen employees are itching.

   "Evidence, evidence again!"

   "It is clear that Ruosu has shown absolute crushing strength, but it is still stuck on the evidence."

   "There is no way, who makes Happy Life shameless, he doesn't recognize it!"

  The employee directly clenched his fist and slammed it on the wall, and the skin of the fist bone was scratched.

  More than 5,000 spectators at the scene also looked helpless.

  Now they do support An Zhi Ruo Su and believe in An Zhi Ruo Su's words even more. But the word ‘evidence’ is like a knife on your neck, it’s useless if you can’t take it down and say more!

  In the silent sighs of all the audiences, in the anger of the program group Zhang Jingya and more than a dozen employees, just when Le Dong Sheng was killed and wanted to calm down and produce evidence.

  An Zhi Ruoxu reached into his pocket and took out a mobile phone.

  He said: “I have a surveillance video in my mobile phone. Can someone in the program group help me call it out?”

  As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the audience was surprised.

  The program group, which was originally extremely sad and indignant, was so excited to hear An Zhi Ruo Su's words at this moment.

  Especially Zhuangzhuang, whose fist was scratched and already owed blood. He immediately jumped out from the backstage program group: "Yes, I'll help you adjust the video!"

  Zhuangzhuang took the phone from An Zhiruosu, and then walked to the background computer to connect the data cable.

  After some operations.

  A surveillance video appeared on the big screen of the stage.

  In the video, a man with a mosaic head and a woman with short hair stand opposite each other.

  The man recited a poem to the woman, which is "Jinse".

  And the lower right corner of the surveillance video is marked with the exact time: China May 3rd, 26th, 19:06

  When the video is finished, the whole venue is boiling.

   "Sure!"

   "Sure!"

   "Sure!"

  All the restless fans screamed loudly.

  The more than a dozen employees behind the program group, their original depressive expressions like constipation, were completely released at this moment, and everyone's faces were filled with triumphant smiles.

  Zhang Jingya stared at An Zhi Ruo Su on the stage blankly, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly: "Unexpectedly, you kept such a hand. No wonder you have been so calm all the time."

  At this moment, there is nothing more innermost than happy life.

  The moment I saw the video, Le Dongsheng’s face was instantly pale and bloodless.

  Wearing a red robe, Qi Fang gradually walked over to Le Dong Life. She looked at Le Dong Life: "Little brother, it is illegal to plagiarize the intellectual property rights of others. You may have to bear legal responsibility."

legal liability.

  The moment I heard these four words, Le Dongsheng stepped back for several steps, and then sat down on the ground, tears already rolling down his eyes.

  He is just a teenager after all.

  He wants to enjoy the glory of a masked poet, and he wants to enjoy the feeling of being respected and admired.

   And now I fell from a very high altitude, the clothes did not cover my body, my body was bruised, and my limbs were broken.

  He can't bear this feeling.

  There is still a little bit of arrogance in his eyes, and some are just terrible fears.

  His head became a piece of paste, and he remembered the words his father had said when he touched his head: "In this world, there is nothing that money and power cannot do."

  Leading Life’s tears slipped from his eyes, but he was still biting his lip, and then hissed and cried out: "I, I have money, I don't want to take legal responsibility, I have money!"

  Most ordinary people are very hateful of the rich.

  And most of these ordinary people are relatively unqualified.

  So when Ledong's words fell, the whole venue almost exploded.

   "I am pleased with your uncle who is happy to live your life, and you actually feel that you are rich!?"

  "Repay you if you have money. If you have money, you can behave badly. If you have money, can you plagiarize other people's intellectual property rights!"

  Several people in the front row have stood up, they rushed directly to the stage, rushed to the happy life on the stage sitting on the ground with tears.

  Hundreds of security guards were hired at the venue, and they are now in handy. The security guards dressed in uniforms stopped at the edge of the stage to prevent these rioters from stepping in.

  "Host, take off his mask and see who he is!"

   "Yes, uncover his mask!"

   "Plagging other people's poems is simply scum!"

  The people in the front row screamed loudly while running on the stage.

  The scene is already a bit difficult to control.

  Qi Fang quickly increased her voice and said, "Please be quiet, please keep quiet!"

  While comforting the audience, Qi Fang winked at the security guard next to the stage.

The security guard is not stupid, knowing that the current riots are caused by Le Dong Sheng, so immediately two arrows rushed onto the stage, stretched out and grabbed the corner of Le Dong Sheng's black mask, and pulled it fiercely, and the black mask changed from Le Dong Sheng. Pulled up.

  After pulling on the mask, the venue of the original riots became a little quieter.

  The lights and the lens focused on Le Dong Sheng at the same time.

  On the big screen, the true face of Lushan, who is happy and moving in life, appeared.

  A young or even a little immature teenager, judging from his age, he is definitely no more than seventeen or eighty-nine!

   Staring directly at the happy life on the stage at a short distance, and staring at the face on the big screen at a far distance.

  At this time, someone suddenly spoke. It was the No. 2 tutor, Professor Luo Bin, the president of the Poetry Association.

  "You are...Jia Le!" Professor Luo Bin said in surprise.

  The instructor has wheat on his lips, so Luo Bin’s voice can be heard clearly throughout the venue.

   "Jia Le?"

   "Jia Le!"

   "The Collection of Jia Le Poems?"

  There are some real poetry lovers in the venue.

  And "The Collection of Jia Le Poems" has sold 30,000 copies in three years. It is definitely not called "hot", but it's OK if it's not "hot".

  So there are some people who know him better, and Zheng Sen is one of them.

   "Jia Le? It turned out to be him."

  The little girl beside Zheng Sen blinked and asked, "Who is Jia Le?"

"Jia Le is also considered a genius poet. It is said that he had already memorized the "Book of Songs" when he was thirteen years old. The "Jia Le Poetry Collection" he wrote sold 30,000 copies in two years, which is considered very good in the poetry industry. Achievements."

   "It stands to reason that at his age and level, as long as he develops well in the future, he still has a good prospect."

  "Unexpectedly, he would plagiarize other people's poems, and even more unexpectedly that he would say things like'I have money'! Tsk tsk, this guy's future is all over now."

  Zheng Sen shook his head and said, with a bit of helplessness and regret in his words.

  The little girl slapped her mouth beside her, and simply said two words: "Deserve it!"

  (End of this chapter)