There are already many people working here in the office of the Chinese Literature Grand Prix Organizing Committee, working to deal with various problems in a timely manner. This voting website was just built today.

Suddenly, a staff member noticed an abnormality online and shouted loudly: "Oh no, something went wrong, are the authors of martial arts novels arguing?"

"Are you arguing?"

"What's going on?"

"Why did it make a noise?"

When other staff members of the office heard this, they asked one after another.

The first person to discover the situation said: "I just saw their micro-broadcast. I don't know what the situation is, probably just to vote before the vote."

"I understand, it's just for the number of votes, they are accusing each other of browsing votes."

"It should be impossible to swipe tickets. They are all made by real-name? How to swipe?"

"Who said no, but because Wu Xiaotian's votes grew too fast, fans of other novel authors were not convinced. They went to Wu Xiaotian's Weibo to say that he swiped the votes, but his fans scolded him back."

At this time, a person who looked like a leader saw the noise here, walked over and asked, "Why are you all gathered here? What happened?"

Soon, someone explained the verbal battle that happened online to the leader clearly.

The leader frowned and said, "This is just the beginning, why is it like this? You should call these authors who are called the most fierce fans and ask them to come forward to comfort them."

"OK."

The leader of the organizing committee took out his cell phone and called the author Mu Juechen. There was no way, but if anyone had experienced seniority, it was not appropriate for others to call him.

"Sizi..."

The cell phone vibrated. Wu Xiaotian looked at the cell phone number and it was an unfamiliar number, but he still picked it up: "Hey, hello."

"Hello, are you the author Wu Xiaotian?"

"Yes, who are you?" Wu Xiaotian asked.

"Hello, I am a staff member of the Chinese Literature Grand Prix Organizing Committee. I noticed that there seems to be a verbal battle online now, so I want to communicate with you."

Wu Xiaotian was stunned. He knew what the man was talking about, so he said, "What are you talking about with me? I didn't scold me?"

"But now your fans are making such a fuss, looking for the author's micro-player provocation everywhere."

When Wu Xiaotian heard this, he stopped doing it. It was obvious that someone else came to me first to step on the field. You said that I was going to provoke others. This is wrong. You are so partial.

He said angrily: "I think you should look at it first before talking. It was obvious that others came to scold me first. At most, the fans here were just self-defense counterattacks, so you should first find those who took the initiative to cause trouble."

The staff there also knew that this was the truth, but still said: "We are all communicating, so please explain it to your fans on Weibo first."

"Okay, I won't make things difficult for you. Let's take a look here and wait until the other authors talk, I'll say something."

Wu Xiaotian replied without any pain, neither agreeing nor rejecting. His consciousness was that I was provoking this matter, and it was only someone else who wanted to stop.

After saying that, he hung up the phone and asked the staff member in the competition organizing committee office to call Wu Xiaotian, which was a little stunned.

At this time, he was not the only one who was stunned, and those who called other authors were treated the same way, even worse than Wu Xiaotian's attitude. For example, when the leader called Mu Juechen, he said a few words and then died.

The man looked at each other with helplessness.

They originally wanted to work in this organizing committee, but they must have been working leisurely and respected, but they didn't know that they were overwhelmed on the first day.

After staying for a while, the leader was still talking first. He blushed and said, "Those people said they were flooding the screen. Check it out for me, is there anyone who bought the tickets?"

"OK."

More than ten minutes later, a staff member wearing glasses hurried over. He wiped his sweat and said, "Leader, I checked the background. It was all real-name ID card voting, and even the IP address was different."

"That means there is no way to swipe the ticket?"

"Yeah, it's impossible."

The leader thought for a long time before coming up with a solution and said, "Since that's the case, let's issue an announcement to explain this matter. This incident happened when our organizing committee opened on the first day. It's so bad."

"OK!"

Five minutes later, the organizing committee of the Chinese Literature Grand Prix was just built. Without doing anything, it sent out its first message. This is an announcement. It roughly means that the voting website of the competition is strict and the voting mechanism is perfect. After many inspections, no one has swiped the votes. Please inform the authors and readers.

As soon as this announcement came out, Wu Xiaotian's fans of Weibo were immediately filled with joy.

Why?

Because the reason why fans of other authors just came to curse people is that Wu Xiaotian swiped in votes. As soon as the announcement of the organizing committee was released, does not mean that there is absolutely no possibility of swiping in votes? Then Wu Xiaotian's votes on the website are absolutely credible, and they won.

"Haha, I'll just say that our big bet has absolutely real votes. Those authors of cats and dogs are not as good as those of Bet, so they know how to shout."

"I said our Xiaobei fan club is more powerful, and there is no pressure to face provocation."

"These people who dare to step on the field should be hit hard."

"Yes, that's right, we can't relax now. We can continue to work hard, go to the website to vote, and strive to have an absolute advantage in the voting score."

"That is, vote for us and let others stare at me. The first one belongs to Xiaobei, and the first one belongs to our Xiaobei fan group."

"Get up."

"Xiaotian." Zhu Li shouted from behind again.

"Well, Brother Li, what's the matter?" Wu Xiaotian replied.

Zhu Li looked at his phone and sighed: "I said that your circle of writers is not as quiet as those film and television circles. The singing circle is, looking at the verbal battle you just had, it is not inferior to any circle."

Wu Xiaotian nodded with consent and said, "That's right, the fans of other writers are too crazy and are simply unreasonable."

Zhu Li was stunned, so scared that his phone almost slipped out of his hand. He was shocked by Wu Xiaotian's shameless remarks and he was speechless.

Unreasonable?

You even say that other fans are unreasonable?
Chapter completed!