Ma Zitao came over at this time, looked at Sun Wenlin, and said: "You have to be merciful, please forgive me, my ancestor didn't let you do such an immoral thing!"
Sun Wenlin was in high spirits at this time, and his expression dropped as soon as he heard this. But when he looked up and saw Ma Zitao, he immediately showed a bright smile, cupped his hands and said:
"Hey, isn't this Senior Brother? I didn't know you were here, so Hai Qing can atone for his sins!"
At this time, one of Sun Wenlin's apprentices came over, curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Master, why do you call this old guy Senior Brother? He has ruined your good music skills like this, and you still have such shame!"
When Sun Wenlin heard this, his face turned red with anger, his fingers trembled slightly and he cursed: "You..."
Qin Hao became angry when he heard this. He took a step forward, pushed the young man on the chest, and cursed: "You should be more polite!"
The young man named Dong Cheng did not expect that Qin Hao would dare to take action. He was so overwhelmed by his momentum that he did not react.
However, Sun Wenlin was a little angry at this time. He pointed at Qin Hao's nose and cursed: "How dare you take action? Do you believe I will call the police now?"
Qin Hao glanced at him and said coldly: "If you don't want the world to know that you have raised an apprentice who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors, then please do it!"
After saying that, Qin Hao snorted coldly and walked into the box with a group of colleagues and leaders.
At this time, Sun Wenlin pointed angrily at Qin Hao's back and walked away without taking out his phone to call the police. When he saw Dong Cheng's cowardly look, he became even more angry. He quickly walked up to him and kicked him hard.
As a craft passed down orally from the ancestors, crosstalk is extremely particular about seniority. Since Sun Wenlin calls Ma Zitao his senior brother, then Ma Zitao is naturally a generation higher than Dong Cheng. If he insults Ma Zitao, it can naturally be regarded as bullying his master and destroying his ancestors.
Naturally, this kind of thing cannot be publicized. Otherwise, not only Dong Cheng's life will be ruined, but Sun Wenlin himself will be labeled as an unknown person.
Something like this happened in the middle, and everyone was a little depressed. Fortunately, Qin Hao told some dirty jokes during the dinner, which really cheered up the atmosphere.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, everyone enjoyed the meal. Only Wen Jing curled her lips slightly at this time, seemingly dissatisfied with Qin Hao's bland mood.
However, she looked at the reactions of everyone at the banquet with cold eyes. It was obvious that many people had been bribed by Qin Hao, so it was natural for her not to get into trouble.
However, at this moment, the door to the box was pushed open, and a figure walked in. He slowly walked up to Qin Hao and said, "Hello, I am Han Weikun, and I am the vice president of the Capital Writers Association."
An ordinary person would probably feel flattered when a great writer like Han Weikun paid him a personal visit. But Qin Hao didn't have this awareness. He reached out and gently shook the other person's extended hand and asked, "We don't have anything to celebrate, right?"
Han Weikun didn't seem to expect that Qin Hao would ask this question. After being slightly absent-minded, he said with a smile: "It's not a holiday, but I heard that Teacher Qin Hao seems to be quite dismissive of the Beijing Writers Association, so I wanted to come and pay tribute to Teacher Qin Hao's style. .”
When Wen Jing heard this, she felt comfortable for no reason, and a proud smile appeared on her lips. Other colleagues who had a fairly good relationship with Qin Hao frowned slightly at this time.
Qin Hao understood at this time that this didn't seem to be a good thing. But it's obviously not a good thing that this guy can get together with Sun Wenlin's grandson.
Maybe the suspension of the Folk Art Talk has something to do with him.
Thinking of this, Qin Hao couldn't help but reveal a smile, and said: "I don't have any charm, all I have is being stepped on."
Qin Hao turned his head at this time and saw Sun Wenlin and Dong Cheng. However, he showed no abnormality and continued:
"I have nothing against the Beijing Writers Association. Everything was just taken out of context by the editor. He has already publicly apologized before, so I don't think you have to go out and make trouble."
"Haha, I think Editor He's expression was indeed a bit exaggerated, but it doesn't seem to be very different from what you meant, right?" Han Weikun looked at Qin Hao steadily at this time, without giving in at all.
"Teacher Han, Xiao Qin is still young, and what he said is just childish talk. You have a lot of experience, so don't be like him!" Zhang Guodong hurriedly came over at this time and smiled at Han Weikun.
Han Weikun smiled but said: "Director Zhang came out to intercede. Logically speaking, I shouldn't hold on to it. But this matter is related to the reputation of our Beijing Writers Association, but I don't dare to make the decision easily. So, as long as You publicly apologize to the Beijing Writers Association on a meager post, and I will pretend that this never happened."
Zhang Guodong looked at Han Weikun's firm eyes and immediately understood the other person's intention. He immediately pulled Qin Hao aside and whispered: "Xiao Qin, listen to my advice, just keep your head down with him! Otherwise, they will always worry about you. It will also be very detrimental to your future development, after all, you are still a writer!"
Of course Qin Hao knew that Zhang Guodong had good intentions, but he still shook his head.
"Hey, why are you so stubborn? You see an editor as famous as He Jing can bow to you, so why do you have to suffer so much for your dignity?" Zhang Guodong said sincerely.
Qin Hao then shook his head and said: "Leader, this is not a matter of face! This is a matter of principle. Once I lose my principles, then I will not be the Qin Hao you know!"
Although Han Weikun was laughing at this time, he had already cursed in his heart:
"Little brat, I finally waited until you came to my door, can I let you go easily? Not to mention that you look down on the Beijing Writers Association, even if you make me unable to hold my head high in the Beijing Writers Association, I will let you go today. I want to ruin your reputation!
You, a little kid, still dare to call yourself a writer. What's the Legend of Wukong? It's just a cheap way to pick off people's wisdom! "
"Mr. Zhang, young people still have some personality, so don't embarrass him!" He walked up to Qin Hao at this time and said with a smile:
"It's very simple to change this story. All we need is a competition between you and me in the field of literature. What do you think?"
As soon as Han Weikun finished speaking, there was a sudden noise in the box:
"Damn it, I admired him before, but I didn't expect him to be such a shameless person! I will be a black man for the rest of my life!"
"That's right, how long have you been famous, and why are you so embarrassed to compete with a newcomer like Teacher Qin Hao?"