"Do you dare?" This is a powerful battle declaration issued by Wu Xiaotian.

"I dare not, I definitely don't dare."

Wang Fei looked at the battle declaration on Weibo and wanted to cry without tears.

Your sister, you update tens of thousands of words every day, how dare you fight with you?

There is also the language style of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", which is not the case at all; let alone the plot of the novel, it was not originally conceived by him, and now it has no clue at all.

Fear, he is really scared now.

If this matter is exposed, his artist career will probably be ruined.

He just called his uncle Sun Wei, wanting to give up this fake author and change his account password to the original account password, but his uncle told him in a harsh manner that he must persevere and cannot give up, otherwise everything will be over.

At this point, I can only grit my teeth and persevere.

It was all caused by Wu Xiaotian. Without his appearance, how could he have his current counterfeit?

By the way, I also need to update this novel on the Forum of the Gods.

But, how to update it?

Wang Fei just read the serialization of "I am Xiao Bei" and found that the two thousand words he wrote just now were simply worse than garbage.

However, my uncle just said that the senior executives on their side seemed to be supporting him and told him not to worry, there would definitely be no problem.

"I hope so." Wang Fei prayed silently to God in his heart.

Here, Hu Yidao was very fast and called again within an hour.

"Brother Bei, I have called and sent a formal official letter, but the attitude there is very tough. It should be the senior management of their company that interfered. I also called the police for you, but the police said that this matter should not be their own, and they also need evidence."

Hu Yidao's voice became much weaker, and he was also very depressed. He had just left some contact, but he was disappointed. After all, it was someone else's chassis.

"Evidence?" This reminded Wu Xiaotian.

Didn’t the administrator of the Forum of Gods have a chat record with him? There were threats from the administrator.

So, Wu Xiaotian told the story of the administrator of the Forum of Gods that sent a WeChat message to him, and also said that there was a chat record.

"This is great. As long as you have this, you can't lose." Hu Yidao was shocked and shouted happily, "Hurry up and send that screenshot to me and give it to the police there. They are a life threat."

"Okay, you wait."

Wu Xiaotian was about to hang up the phone, but Hu Yidao said again: "Wait, brothers, can you find people from the Artists Association? If you can find the people inside to help you communicate, it will probably be easier. Because your works will be protected by the Artists Association. If you find them, plagiarism or stolen, find out and verify that the punishment from the Artists Association will be very serious."

"Well, I know, I'll look for it." Wu Xiaotian nodded and responded.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Xiaotian opened WeChat and soon found out the chat history with the administrator of the Forum of the Gods.

Fortunately, it was still preserved and not deleted. It was just blocked from speaking that day.

He skillfully took photos of the chat records and sent them to Hu Yidao. During the search for the pictures, Wu Xiaotian made new discoveries.

There is also a photo on the phone.

It was a photo of the night, which was a scene where he typed in front of the computer. Wasn't it that night when he wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" when Beibei was very sleepy and quietly took it from behind.

I enlarged the photo and saw it clearly on the computer. The first chapter of the Legend of the Condor Heroes he had just written.

There is still time on this.

This is excellent evidence.

"Babe, it's really an angel in my life." Wu Xiaotian felt sweet and excited.

Wu Xiaotian opened Weibo and found that the number of friends on it was close to 500, and the topic that was discussed the most was the question of the authenticity of Xiao Bei. They all believed that I was Xiao Bei’s original, but there was no way to prove it, and I was so anxious.

Proof? This time there is.

Wu Xiaotian posted those photos, and there was a passage on it. The chat history between an administrator of the Forum Company of the Gods and me was extremely exciting.

Then he looked at the photo taken by Beibei. The photo contained his back. Will anyone recognize it if it was uploaded? However, it was not easy to recognize it. He thought about it for a while and still uploaded it.

I also found another photo online. It was at noon, when the sun was hanging high in the sky and the farmers worked hard to weed in the farmland.

Finally, Wu Xiaotian put the two photos together and uploaded them to Weibo, with a poem below:

Hoe the wheat at noon,

Sweat drips into the soil.

Who knows the food on the plate?

Every grain is hard.

This poem "Perfect Farmer" is a well-known poem by Chinese countries on earth, but there is no one in this world.

This poem expresses the noon in the scorching sun, when the farmers work in the fields, and the drops of sweat beads are sprinkled. Every piece of food on the plate is exchanged for by the farmers' hard work.

Wu Xiaotian used this well-known poem on earth, coupled with his hard-working words in front of the computer to express that this novel contains all the author's efforts and is the result of the author's efforts.

After these pictures and that poem were uploaded, Wu Xiaotian's entire micro-play was exploded.

All the fans were stunned and shocked.

They were still anxious just now without evidence, and within a short while, the evidence came.

The administrator's shameless face was vividly revealed through a short chat.

What’s even more amazing is the poem, “Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard to work.”

Yes, some of them are the authors of other novels, and may not be very famous.

However, who knows that their short thousand-word updates on the Internet have taken their time and effort to polish them, which is simply something that those who get nothing for nothing do not know.

They didn't know that the author was thinking about a word for a long time; for the character of the character, he was reluctant to write; for the plot, he was insomnia over and over at night.

Those people don't know at all.

Fans forwarded the evidence of these pictures and the poem to the Gods Forum intact.

The Gods Forum was also in full swing.

"There is evidence, let's see what else can the forum say?"

"This is obviously impossible to buy it, so I can grab it directly, it's even more cruel than a robber."

"This poem is so amazing. It fully expresses the hard work of the farmers and fully reflects the hard work of us unknown authors."

"It's so awesome, I admire you for your all."

"With this literary talent, who said that the novel was not written by him? I was anxious about it."

"Also, this administrator, everyone is a human being."

"Yes, human flesh!"

The power of the masses is strong, especially among the people who look at the forum now, there are many things in the staff of the Forum of Gods. They have Sun Wei’s micro signal, so it’s even easier to find it out.

They took out their phones one after another and carefully compared the micro signal on the picture with the micro signal on the phone. The result was that it was exactly the same, it was really exactly the same.

Good things don’t go out, bad things spread thousands of miles.

After a while, everyone in the Forum Office of the Gods knew about it.

They looked at Sun Wei, either openly or secretly, and pointed at him.

Sun Wei naturally saw it right away. In fact, when Wu Xiaotian posted the picture, he only had two words left in his mind: "It's over", and all the explanations were pale and powerless.
Chapter completed!