I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 93 My son is not wrong, no one can say anything about him
"My name is Liu Dasheng, a retired old man."

As Liu Dasheng spoke, he picked up his backpack and took out a book, a folder, and a newspaper.

He placed the three things neatly on the coffee table.

"My son's name is Liu Jin."

As he spoke, he pushed the French version of the novel "Amelie" forward.

“This is a novel he wrote.”

Wang said with a sigh of relief.

Are you looking for me for help?
Scared me!

Hey, a foreign language book?
"He went to study in France last year and wrote a book there, and then you scolded him in the newspaper."

"what?"

Liu Dasheng pushed Southern Weekly forward and placed it side by side with Liu Jin's book.

He picked up the folder and pulled out a stack of documents.

"You were a soldier, weren't you?"

"Yes!"

"When I was little, I lived in the compound at No. 29 Fuxing Road. I went to Cuiwei Primary School for elementary school, and then to No. 164 Middle School. Later, I attended Taiyuan No. 76 Middle School. I graduated from Imperial Capital No. 77 Middle School in 80, joined the navy in , and went through recruit training in Jimo. I worked as a helmsman and worked in a hospital. I was discharged in , and then worked as a trader, opened a restaurant, wrote books, and acted in TV dramas."

"Yes!"

Liu Dasheng has a particularly strong aura.

It was so powerful that the three people sitting opposite him didn't dare to say a word.

“I am here today to seek justice for my son.

Don't worry, I won't do anything rash. I'm just a retired old man... In short, if my son does something wrong, I, as his father, will discipline him; if my son breaks the law, the state will discipline him. Who the hell are you? Do you want to slap him in the face? Or I'll call him back and you can slap him in front of me, so I can see for myself."

"No, old man, who is your son?"

Wang was stunned!

"His name is Liu Jin. He studied in France and wrote a novel under the pen name Amos. Do you remember him now?"

Jiang Wen and Ma Dudu turned their heads at the same time and looked at Wang Shuo.

"Who?"

He still couldn't remember.

"Happy to build!"

Ma Dudu reminded in a low voice.

When Southern Weekly interviewed Wang Shuo, Ma Dudu wanted to stop them.

Happy to build...

So what if you won the Nobel Prize?
Have you seen whether the government has promoted it in a big way? You should know the nature of Gao Xingjian in the eyes of the government.

"I'm just scolding that bastard Gao Xingjian..."

Wang said he was used to speaking without restraint.

As soon as he said that, he realized what was happening, but it was too late.

"Who is Gao Xingjian?"

"Forehead?"

"What did I say to Western journalists when I accompanied Comrade Ba Jin on his visit to France in 79? In 83, it was officially labeled 'spiritual pollution' and its performance was banned. In 86, it was banned again because of its opposition to bourgeois liberalization.

I know you guys!

Being banned by the authorities is an honor in your eyes.

But in my opinion, he deserved it! I'm just a rough guy, I don't have as many cunning ideas as you cultured people... I just want to know, what gives you the right to scold my son in the newspaper? And even ban him? You are so arrogant, are you more powerful than the official?

Wang opened his mouth, wanting to argue with his eloquent tongue.

But looking at Liu Dasheng's appearance, he didn't dare.

"Happy to build?"

Lao Zhang shook his head and said he had never heard of it.

He looked towards Lao Chang.

"You are a political commissar and well-read. Have you heard of this person?"

"The author of Lingshan is still using the same old 1980s tactics, taking our backward things and calling them ignorant, which won the favor of Westerners. His French is very good, and it seems that Mr. Wu valued him very much, but then he went to France and never came back. His writing is not bad, but the ending is a bit crooked. You know, it's a product of the times."

"Principal Liu, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. Old Wang is just talking nonsense, he doesn't know..."

Jiang Wen spoke.

He knew Lao Chang and knew where Lao Chang came from.

So be extra careful when you speak.

Lao Chang took the folder from Liu Dasheng and flipped through two pages.

“I remember Gao Xingjian’s works had not been published in China since 1988.

Most of his works published in China focus on drama theory. Where did you find those books?

"I……"

“Um, now I remember that you cultural circles like to share what you have.

The more the country forbids you from doing something, the more you insist on doing it. It's called... personality, right? Wang said, "I've heard of you, too. You're quite a character. You often say 'I'm just a gangster,' and you're always against everyone except that Liu girl. You also say you can conquer the literary and film circles, right?" "I'm just saying it."

Cold sweat broke out.

"I won't judge your generation for various reasons."

Lao Chang's tone was very gentle.

Suddenly, he slammed the document onto the coffee table.

"But you can't bully the children of our xx army!"

Jiang Wen and Ma Dudu were both panicked.

He quickly stood up and apologized in a low voice.

"Mr. Chang, it must be a misunderstanding. They are all military kids, how could they be bullied?

Old Wang!

Lao Chang has retired, so the amount may be quite large.

What's more, it also involves the xx army...

Liu Dasheng frowned and grabbed Lao Chang.

"I already said it's my business, why the hell are you bringing up the old commander?"

After he finished speaking, he turned and looked at Wang.

"I don't care if it's a misunderstanding or you're bullying me, I still say the same thing: if my son makes a mistake, I, as his father, will discipline him; if he breaks the law, I will call him back from France and personally send him to prison.

But if you want to bully my son by relying on your fame and seniority, forget it!
I'm actually a bit too bullying by looking for you today; if you're not convinced, you can find someone else, and I'll take care of anything."

After saying that, Liu Dasheng stood up.

He glanced at Ma Dudu and then at Jiang Wen.

"I know you, Furong Town and Red Sorghum, they're really good, and my son likes you too, but this matter has nothing to do with you."

He pointed at Wang and said, "But you have to give me an explanation."

After Liu Dasheng finished speaking, he said to Lao Chang and Lao Zhang: "That's it, let's go back to the house and talk."

As he spoke, he picked up the books, newspapers and folders and put them into his military bag.

"One more thing, my son never told me about his grievances, and I guess he doesn't even know about this.

As for him, the last time he called me, he said: In his entire life, he would never exploit the suffering of the Chinese people to please foreigners, nor would he use what happened in his pants to create a gimmick. I don't understand literature, but I think it makes a lot of sense. I don't like what you write. Is being a gangster so great? Times have changed, but the fundamentals of being a human being remain the same... You were a soldier, so I also hope you remember that you have the blood of a soldier in your veins.

Don't be so fucking stupid all the time. If you were my soldier, I would have fucking crushed you!"

Liu Dasheng let out a long sigh and took Lao Chang and Lao Zhang away.

Lao Zhang didn't say anything.

But Lao Chang walked a few steps, turned around and looked at Wang Shuo and the other two, then pointed at Wang Shuo with his hand.

……

"I'm so fucking scared!"

As soon as the three old men left, Ma Dudu collapsed on the sofa.

Jiang Wen sat down, sweating profusely.

Three people in their early forties were scolded by three old men in their sixties until they dared not speak.

At this time, Jiang Wen's cell phone rang.

He answered the phone.

Wang Shuo also recovered and couldn't help but say, "I'm scared? Grandma, I was scared."

After saying that, he looked at Ma Dudu and said, "You too, so cowardly."

"You coward! Didn't you see the aura of those three old men? If they had guns, they would really dare to do it."

"Ha, where is this, the imperial capital? It's not even time for an old man from Zhongzhou to show off his power."

"How dare he."

At this time, Jiang Wen hung up the phone.

Looking at Wang Shuo, he said quietly, "Apologize. Apologize in the newspaper. Show your attitude first."

"Want me to apologize?"

Wang said angrily, "I have been stubborn since I was a child and cannot apologize."

"Mr. Chang just said that he... initially fought his way to Hanoi. After the retreat, Old Liu was disciplined and later transferred out of the field army and demoted to a local position, where he became the principal of a military academy. He retired two years ago."

Jiang Wen shook his phone.

"Old Ye just called and asked you to apologize."

Wang said, closing his mouth.

Ma Dudu asked in confusion, "Why? I mean, why was he punished?"

Jiang Wen hesitated for a long time.

He opened his mouth but made no sound, saying only two words.

Ma Dudu immediately stopped asking questions and turned to Wang and said, "Shuo'er, apologize. He's a ruthless person."

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(End of this chapter)