The wind that has been condensed for a long time will naturally not be completely reversed just by Gu Yongsheng's keyboard after a few strokes. In fact, after a wave of support comments flowed, the voice of doubt immediately sounded.

"This cannot explain anything. Obviously I recited the manuscript in advance."

"No wonder I can't hide for so long. It turns out that I'm an endorsement."

"Is Qianhong arranging such a substitute to prove how good a person's memory is? I wonder if anyone who notified the Guinness Records Committee to come."

...

Qianhong's public relations staff who have been paying attention to the live broadcast trends were amused and crying when they saw the remarks of the doubters. Those who had a slightly hot temper were already cursing.

You are the ones who are clamoring to write. Now that you are doing this, you are saying that you are memorizing manuscripts, so you can't prove yourself no matter what?

But what made them happy was that as soon as the doubts sounded, they were harshly protested by supporters who had significantly grown stronger: "I have already said that I stopped writing when I wrote that you have no chance to make a fuss. It was just the beginning, and it was all Bibi."

"I'll give you half a year to memorize two books and write them out live. If I can do it, I'll give you 50 million. Do you dare to gamble?"

"People with such memories have long gone to the World Memory Championship to get bonuses. Can they be forced to do this?"

In this debate, the situation of doubts and support for the first time appeared, which shows that Gu Yongsheng still had some results after giving such an attitude.

...

"Sister Mo, Cui She didn't know about this beforehand?"

Xue Muliang sat at the desk, talking on the phone with Mo Zhiyu, the vice president of Huanghe Literature. He had a cooperation to discuss at 10 o'clock, but after learning about Gu Yongsheng's live broadcast, he immediately changed his itinerary and stayed in the office. Seeing the young man in white writing more and more on the screen, the doubts about the endorsement gradually became untenable, and he finally couldn't help calling Mo Zhiyu.

"This is a joint plan between Xingyue, Ta Ge and Lu Yichou," Mo Zhiyu's tone was a little discouraged, "Lu Yichou is using a plan to show his enemy to be weak, and he is careless."

"That……"

"Since they made such a big noise, they must be prepared. How could the old fox Lu Yichou fight a war that was inconsistent? He used to pretend to be pitiful and was all pretending to be hypocritical."

"What do we do next?"

"Severe all connections, give the author's staff a ban, and the navy will also be removed. If a reporter asks you, he will say he has not paid attention. Don't let them catch any handle."

"This is no problem, Gu Yongsheng really..."

"I originally wanted to post a dog skin plaster to them, but I didn't expect that they would make a small advertisement. Are you watching the live broadcast?"

"look in."

"Are you looking at it from an author's perspective, is he endorsing?"

Xue Muliang was silent for a moment, subconsciously turned his eyes to the screen, and saw the stubborn but more calm back of the young man in white, and saw the number of words constantly increasing on the screen, and sighed, "There are about 3,000 words now, and it depends on the momentum. I don't know when to write it, but the statement of the endorsement will soon become untenable."

Mo Zhiyu smiled in a complicated tone and said, "The opening writing style is exactly the same as the previous two long works of "Xiao Shiyilang". Even if there is an outline, this Gu Yongsheng must be the last writer, and the game is over."

Xue Muliang continued: "Sister Mo, I don't think so."

"oh?"

"Justice Mo just said, even if he wrote two stories on both sides now, it cannot prove that he is not a team operation. It can only prove that he is the last writer. They have been silent for so many days, can't they polish out two outlines? So, their plan has flaws."

Mo Zhiyu was silent for a moment and said, "Yes, I ignored this point," the female Zhuge laughed at herself, "I have fought with Lu Yichou for many years, and have seen too many sinister methods of his experience. She was just in a hurry to get out, but she actually forgot such an important point."

"Well, so can we contact Choi She now?"

"Impossible. If I guess correctly, their communication tools should have been seized. But you don't have to worry. We can think of this, and the old foxes on the scene can also think of it, especially Zheng Qiushi."

The female Zhuge, who had recovered her combat power, immediately thought clearly about the underground task: "In this way, we will first fan the flames outside and create a public opinion atmosphere where the second book is about to set the topic. I will try to contact Cui She as much as possible."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away. By the way, Sister Mo, if we really get the opportunity to set questions, which type do you think is more suitable?"

"Since he wants to double-open, he must write all two types of novels he has published. Now this book is obviously the original style, and the next book should be the way of the new book "Xiao Shiyilang". If I ask me to give the title, I will ask him to write another robber theme."

"My Sister Gao, in "Xiao Shiyilang", they use the thief as the protagonist, and the next book will definitely change the topic."

"In addition, this proposal is more logical, because we are giving questions on the spot and making them too biased, netizens will think we are deliberately making things difficult for us. But since you can write the first robber theme, of course you can write the second one, but these are not the key. The key is that we have to disrupt their established plans."

"I understand. Then I'll go and arrange it."

"good."

"Wait for Sister Mo," Xue Muliang glanced at the screen inadvertently, and suddenly saw a familiar figure standing up at the guest seat at the scene. "It seems that Zheng Qiu has left his seat."

"See it."

Silence a moment.

"It must have been realized something, the camera follows quickly, Cui She!"

"It's Cui She, what is he talking to Cui She?"

"It should be what we just said, it's interesting now."

...

Zheng Qiu suddenly stood up, which instantly touched countless pairs of eyes. Netizens on both sides who were quarreling tacitly chose to truce.

All Qianhong insiders were all very concerned about it. While gnawing on the apple, she quarreled with the questioner and watched the live broadcast. She stopped all movements, retracted into the rotating chair, and watched the moving scene nervously; as for Mihu, who had been maintaining a complicated mood, she saw this scene and keenly noticed something inappropriate. But she was unable to confirm and couldn't help but worry.

Yi Shuian, whose gauze had been removed, frowned slightly, and immediately understood Zheng Qiushi's intention, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Because Gu Yongsheng's articles have always been published in "The Great Rivers and the Great Rivers", because she is the editor-in-chief of "The Great Rivers and the Thousand Mile Horse", they have a relationship similar to Bo Le and Qianlima in the eyes of readers, which is also an important reason for her to suffer such an unrestrained disaster. However, these are not important to her. Love, love, and marriage are all life experiences for her. Are they not the same as throwing feces and attacks? She can face everything that happened to her indifferently, but she does not want the reputation of that genius boy to be damaged.

If you worry about something happening, then it's more likely to happen. This is the classic Murphy's Law.

Less than ten minutes after Zheng Qiushi got up, he broadcasted the video online. The comments on Tage.com were broadcasting at the same time. A voice appeared overwhelmingly: "We want to ask the second book of Gu Yongsheng to set the questions!"

The remaining apples that the knife flower pinched suddenly became two shorter. Mi Hu stared at Gu Yongsheng's eyes and gradually became desperate, sad and distressed. Yi Shui calmed down and stood up to water the flowers. This was a big trick for her to adjust her state.

Since Gu Yongsheng dared to promise to write on-site doubles, he must have conceived two outlines of the story in advance. Even so, writing on-site in such a harsh environment is a great challenge. The first story, whether it is the opening score or the gradual narrative, has maintained its consistent level, and it is generally satisfactory to the old readers' reactions.

From this point of view, Gu Yongsheng should have a certain degree of confidence in the second story, but now everyone is calling for a question.

As the saying goes, everything is difficult to start, and articles are difficult to start. In ancient times, scholars took the imperial examination and broke the question mark, which was the top priority for the whole text. How many young people were white, how many scholars were hurt.

What's more, writing novels!

In the video, after some communication with Cui Song, Zheng Qiushi returned to his seat with a relaxed look on his face. Cui Song then stood up and walked towards the four notary officials on the stage, whispering to communicate with them for a while. One of the notary officials left the seat and entered the backstage with Cui Song.

The voices on the Internet about the second question have become a huge torrent, and readers who support Gu Yongsheng seem to find no reason to refuse.

Except for the tireless Gu Yongsheng who was still typing on the keyboard selflessly, everyone was waiting for the upcoming changes with their own worries.

Time seems to be insincere with everyone, and it is deliberately slowing down.

After a while, Cui Song came out with the notary and a 18 or 19-year-old boy. The boy was Gong Chengde, the second-generation second in the Gong family. Gong Chengde had earphones stuffed in his ears and was talking in a low voice to Gong Chengen who was operating the camera.

"They applied to set the questions and the notary agreed to their application."

Gong Chengen took a breath. Although he had no writing experience, he was with Wang Qianqian all day long and knew the difficulty of setting articles.

"Don't rush to make a decision. Take them to Lu Yichou first and let them negotiate with Lu Yichou. You can tell Gu Yongsheng and let him be mentally prepared."

"good."

Gong Chengde smiled and said to Cui Song: "You must discuss this with Mr. Lu Yichou first, after all, everyone must be fair."

The scheming Cui Song said: "I think the most fair way is to let the audience on the scene make decisions, and even let netizens vote."

Gong Chengde cursed inwardly, but his face remained silent, saying, "At least we must tell Mr. Gu first."

Cui Song shook his head and said, "He is here to take the exam today and accept everyone's test. Since it is a test, of course there is no need to know in advance. But I can guarantee that after we set the questions, we will give him an hour of on-site time to conceive."

The notary nodded in agreement, and at the same time, another voice came from Gong Chengde and Gong Chengen's headphones: "Young Master De, Young Master En, there is a new situation on the Internet, and netizens have asked Gu Yongsheng to write the title on the spot for the second book."

"It's broken." Gong Chengen's first reaction was these two words, "If the layout fails, it will be a game."

Gong Chengen quickly turned his brain and made a quick decision: "Cousin, now you should speak out their request loudly and let the on-site vote."

Gong Chengde was not slow to react. He knew that his cousin's trick was to inform Gu Yongsheng who was unaware of it. So Gong Chengde immediately used his skills to be a host of interviews that he had been practicing hard until now, and said with a look of spring breeze: "Everyone is quiet, please pause, Mr. Gu Yongsheng."

Gong Chengen immediately pointed the camera at Gong Chengde.

"I disturb you for a while, there is an important thing to tell you." Gong Chengde said as he walked to the center of the stage and said in front of the camera: "Mr. Cui just proposed to the notary on the scene. Mr. Gu Yongsheng's second book opening, which is to be drawn by him or Mr. Zheng Qiushi on the spot. In order to ensure fairness, we need to know everyone's opinions."

"Agree!" Half of the people responded, this was nothing wrong.

"Everyone knows that conceiving a novel is not a simple matter for an author. I have heard that a writer has been thinking about a book for several years. I read less, but I just hope that everyone will think about it. I will give you a question now. Can you write a novel for me on the spot? Just as well, a few famous writers were invited to the scene today, and I will interview them first."

Then Gong Chengde said seriously to the audience: "Please go on stage, friends of the writers who are sitting there."

A long-haired woman in her thirties sitting next to Zheng Qiushi slowly stood up, left her seat sideways, and walked onto the stage. Those who are familiar with her naturally knew that the female writer was named Lian Sang, who was the backbone of the questioning faction.

Then, the carrot head stood up as if he were willing to do so.

"Let's introduce yourself first." Gong Chengde seemed to be doing business and was doing it. In fact, of course, he was delaying time for Gu Yongsheng.

"My name is Lian Sang, a freelance writer, has contributed to many magazines, and has published the collection of essays "Jiu Shuo" and so on."

"My name is Luobu Tou, an online writer."

“The two writers’ self-introductions are very brief…”

Gong Chengde was about to say a few more quarrels when he suddenly heard Cui Song whisperingly reminding him: "It's better to quickly set up the question and let Mr. Gu have more time to conceive."

Gong Chengde subconsciously turned his head to look at Gu Yongsheng. He found that he was looking up at the screen, and seemed to have not taken the series of changes at the scene to heart. At this time, Gong Chengen's subtle voice sounded in his ears: "Okay. Let them make the questions."

Things have come to this point and are basically irreversible. Gong Chengen is condescending. Seeing Gu Yongsheng's stinky fart and indifferent, he feels that he is not worried about the question on the spot.

Gong Chengde adjusted his tone and said, "Since Mr. Cui said that, I will not waste everyone's time. If you agree to the question on site, please raise your hand."
To be continued...