The three of them had discussed this issue before, but Li Peifeng and Yu Hua didn't expect Zhao Qingge to ask so directly, with no room for evasion.
Li Peifeng glanced at Shen Liao in the audience, who looked excited, and thought to himself, you've got someone to ask my question for me. Old Zhao's words might as well have said "contemporary literature is dead," because that's what they meant.
The other audience members were also invigorated by Zhao Qingge's remarks, whispering among themselves, while a few professors from the School of Arts and Sciences frowned slightly.
Zhao Qingge's words spoke the truth for many, but they also uncovered some uncomfortable truths for others.
"Dean Chen, didn't Professor Zhao let you review the lecture script beforehand?"
An elderly professor from the School of Arts and Sciences sounded slightly dissatisfied.
Chen Shucheng shook his head: "What script for this kind of lecture? Once the theme is set, you just speak your mind."
