The Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet was wrapped up.
After leaving the auditorium, Zhang Ye came within steps of Meng Dongguo and the other members of the Writers' Association. They still did not make any attempt to have a conversation with Zhang Ye and were escorted out by the staff. Deputy Station Head Jia was amongst the escorts and when he spotted Zhang Ye, he had a dark expression about him. One look and you would know that he was obviously unhappy.
Why?
Zhang Ye knew clearly why.
