Wang Zi's sincere speech was about the beginning. After hearing this, Zhuang Die's first reaction was, was he crazy?

His speech was quite like the spiritual inheritance of Cixi - "Declare war on Britain! Declare war on France! Declare war on the powers all over the world!" - Otherwise, how could he explain that he fired at everyone and announced that everyone was a croquette?

It's really crazy.

Zhuang Die has a mean personality and a broad-minded personality, such as Meng Xin, who didn't think so straightforward.

She thought with a little compassion: This is a stressful defensive reaction.

The pressure I was under too much, causing the psychological defense to collapse, from defense to a hysterical indiscriminate attack to maintain its existence. It was a bit pitiful.

Of course, in terms of behavior, she was also a contestant who participated in the besiege of Wang Zixu, and was a wave in the tsunami. But she did not repent.

In her eyes, Wang Zixu was just like Sisyphus in Camus's writings. When facing the huge absurdity and meaninglessness of this world, he chose to resist in vain and attack everyone in order to defend his dignity.

But he was not as clear as Camus, his resistance did not stick to the necessary moral bottom line, and was a tyrannical resistance-

The evidence is: How can we eat?

No matter how you look at this table, they are the best people.

At first, no one cared about Wang Zixu's epilepsy.

Everyone thought he would soon show his ugly appearance.

But no one wants it, it's just the beginning.

Many years later, people's speeches at this seminar were mostly used to illustrate Wang Zixu's unruly personality, not bound by secular interpersonal relationships, and he was a chic and arrogant person.

Some people praised him with admiration, saying that he was sharp and said that he was just talking about human food. He also said that he was very sincere and said that he was very sincere, "he said human food very seriously, and "he made all the sarcasm, which made the people present sweat."

Of course, some haters were more explicit and said bluntly that he looked down on others because of his talent, and his personality was too bad, so he deserved to be isolated by his peers.

Whether it is a brainless fan or a black fan, I don’t believe that he is sincere. But in fact, he is very sincere. He thinks from the bottom of his heart that these people are very naughty.

Wang Zixu felt that he was still relatively tactful. It was difficult to describe his feelings about these people at this time with "vegetables".

Their discussion is full of prejudice by those with narrow vision. If Lovecraft discriminates against other races based on the eugenics view; Maugham misogynistic because of his failed marriage; Marquez is biased against Chinese because of immigration... Then the prejudice of these people is simply less.

Their views are a bit like using mean judgments online to be decently transformed, mixed with some extreme descriptions, and then stitched them according to their own personalities to create a prejudiced and violent theory.

If you look at it a little more, you will not talk about such an inability to stand up to a question.

“To be honest, I was a little bit unbelievable when I listened, ‘They are really that good?’

"You must be dissatisfied now. OK, I'll come one by one. Let's start with Zhuang Die.

"To summarize what Zhuang Die just said, it probably starts with "The Quiet Don River", talks about the contradiction between Solzhenitsyn and Sholokhov, and then talks about the overview of literature in the Soviet era.

"I want to discuss this issue. The most basic thing you have to read the masterpieces of the three buddies Scholokhov, Solzhenitsyn and Pasternak?

"For example, Solzhenitsyn, you have to look at both the early "Gulag Islands" and the late "Reconstruction of Russia" to understand his ideological changes, right?

"If you explain it more thoroughly, Gorky, Mayakovsky in the pre-Stalin era, thawing literature in the Khrushchev era, underground literature in the stagnant era, and Alexeyevich in the post-Soviet era...

"You can read all these and understand them in a rough way, right?

"But after listening to it, I found that I'm not a buddy, you haven't even read Solzhenitsyn?

"Isn't this equivalent to not even playing the first level? Isn't it equivalent to not even taking the exam?

"You haven't even read the most basic books you need to read. Why are you talking about Soviet literature? Isn't what you said equally fart?"

The audience was in an uproar.

Zhuang Die's face turned red and white, and it was a little warm.

Judging from common sense, the other party is the one who is eczema, and he shouldn't have heated up.

He was a little embarrassed because the other party was right: he had never read the writers and books listed by the other party.

All discussion propositions at Guxuan Salon are kept confidential before the opening, and the participants have no way to know before coming. This ensures that discussions on stage must be accumulated.

It’s not that he has no reading volume, he has also read a lot of Nobel Prize books. But Russian literature is indeed a part that he has little knowledge of.

The reason why I wanted to start with Russian literature that I was not familiar with this is that he had just revisited "The Quiet Don" recently; the second is that Sholokhov's life experience is relatively niche in China and is prone to explosive points; the third is to bring it to the criticism of Wang Zixu more smoothly.

However, he thought that he had organized it in his own language, and that if he was not a scholar who specialized in Russian literature, he would not have been able to see that he was showing his timidity.

How could he hear that Wang Zixu has never read it? Could it be that he specializes in this?

Zhuang Die was still thinking about it, but Wang Zixu had fired another person.

"And you, Meng Xin," Wang Zixu's eyes moved to the woman in red, "You are farting too."

Meng Xin originally had a quiet smile on the corner of her mouth, but after hearing this, her expression suddenly frozen.

"You chose an extremely grand proposition, 'French literature in the Nobel Prize', and I was shocked when I first heard it.

"The French writers won the most Nobel Prizes, with as many as 16 people.

“I thought you were going to talk about the newly awarded Anne Elno, or the most undisputed Patrick Modiano in recent years.

"Or you talk about the controversial character Gao Xingjian, who is shining with light but gradually fading out of his vision,

“Or it’s better for St. Jones Pace, who writes poetry like you.

"As a result, your final destination is Camus and Sartre, the enemy.

"And you are wrong to talk about their views!

"Have you only watched Camus' Outsider and The Rebels? Your understanding of Sartre is simply not comprehensive.

"You have never read the "Writing Career" in which he reviewed his writing career, nor his creative analysis "Baudelaire", nor you have read "The Time of Reason", "Probation" and "Death of the Soul"...

"Just just two people's topics, I haven't read them all yet. What's the point? Can you handle this topic? Can you talk after reading them all?"

Meng Xin cried quickly.

After all, she is a girl and has a thin skin. When she is so stern, she is a little overwhelmed on the spot.

Xiao Mengyin saw it and was afraid that she would actually cry.

First, Xiao Mengyin doesn’t like to cry, and she hates other crying girls; second, if Meng Xin cries, there will be many flower protectors on the scene, and the situation will be even more unfavorable to Wang Zixu.

After Wang Zixu finished speaking, she was the next person to speak. He was so cursing, what should she do?

There was such a wonderful debate just now, so she couldn't pretend that nothing happened? Wang Zixu said that they farted, and she would not stand in the sidelines, and would she still be in the circle in the future?

Anyway, she is very confused now.

This is her current idea.

After 10 minutes, she didn't have to worry about this issue.

Because later she discovered that she thought she was the peak just now, but she didn't expect that it was just Wang Zixu's opening remark.

...

"Sorry, I'm late."

Gu Xuan sat down on the sofa opposite, his tall body creaked the sofa, and the fitted suit trousers moved up one centimeter, revealing the gray socks.

Gu Xuan is over 50 years old. As an older entrepreneur, he is not as big abdomen as he is stereotyped, his hair is combed clearly, his figure has been trained and carved, and his body shape is well maintained.

Chen Qingluo picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"You don't have to be so polite, I didn't make an appointment in advance."

Gu Xuan smiled and said, "You are a distinguished guest. You have been invited for so many years and have only come here to appreciate your face this year. Of course I want to come and have a look."

"Sorry, I don't like dealing with such occasions."

Although she was embarrassed, she had no shame in her tone.

Gu Xuan patted his thighs, sighed, and said, "I can understand you. Actually, I didn't plan to come here this year."

"Why?" Chen Qingluo raised her dark eyes and looked at his face.

"Over the years, salons have become more and more powerful, but they have become increasingly deviated from my original intention," said Gu Xuan. "What I originally conceived is to use business as bait to make a group of interesting souls rub and collide."

Chen Qingluo said: "Then what do you think the salon is now?"

Gu Xuan smiled and said, "Now, bait is about to become the fundamental purpose."

Chen Qingluo said: "That's just because the fish has become smarter, eat the bait and tweet the fishing people naturally won't be happy."

Gu Xuan's smile turned into a bitter smile: "You are still so sharp."

Chen Qingluo made a good move and said, "I came here because I wanted to ask you for something."

"Please me?" Gu Xuan raised his eyebrows and then smiled, "How could Chen Dacai actually use the word "Please"?"

Chen Qingluo Zheng pointed: "Well. This matter is not good for you, and it is extremely troublesome. Apart from asking for help, I can't think of any other way to persuade you to help me."

Gu Xuan crossed his legs and said with a playful expression: "Then I'm interested..."

After saying that, he suddenly thought of something, clapped his hands and said, "Where is Xiao Li? Give me a cup of coffee."

After a while, the front desk lady rushed back from outside, with her forehead and hair a little messy, obviously because she was caught by the boss on the spot and was a little panicked.

She brought Gu Xuan a cup of thick almond milk latte. During the service, she looked out the door, and the nostalgia for gossip outside the door was revealed in the corner of her eyes.

Gu Xuan continued, "After saying that, who did you come for?"
To be continued...