If it is just as the artistic director under the banyan tree, then the life of Chen Village is actually quite leisurely.

It's a pity that Chen Cun is not only the artistic director of the banyan tree, but also the moderator of the forum under the banyan tree, and his daily workload is very large.

In order to do a good job as a moderator, except for eating, drinking, and smoking, Chen Cun hardly goes out, and almost all of his day is spent on the job of moderator management.

It was rare to meet Lin Weidong, a like-minded young man, and Chen Cun also completely opened the chatterbox, and in the process of chatting, he poured bitter water on Lin Weidong.

Lin Weidong didn't feel bored, it was okay to be idle anyway, so he listened to Chen Cun's nonsense quietly, and occasionally interjected a sentence or two.

After chatting like this for I don't know how long, Chen Cun just put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, then picked up the lighter and lit a cigarette, slowed down, and couldn't help but sigh: "I won't tell you, it's not easy to be a moderator under the banyan tree, one is too time-consuming, and the other is too difficult to do." ”

"Those netizens all hope that speech can be free and open, and nothing should be interfered with, but as a moderator, there are some things that must be deleted, right?"

"That's for sure, there are no rules, I still understand this truth. Lin Weidong said, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Hearing Lin Weidong's approval of himself, Chen Cun nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Moreover, the procedure under our banyan tree is not very good, it stands to reason that I want to block a person, this action should be very simple, and he will be wiped out at one point." But under the banyan tree, it may take me 5 minutes to seal a person, and it only takes 2 or 3 minutes to register an ID. ”

"Of course, I can spend it with him, but it's boring, and it's not worth it to spend so much energy playing this game with the least fun guy in the world. ”

"On the Internet, it should be that I can speak, and I defend your right to speak, which sounds very good, but when I was actually a moderator, I found this theory to be suspicious. ”

Lin Weidong was stunned for a moment, and asked with interest: "Why is it suspicious? Is there something wrong with this theory?"

Chen Cun nodded and said: "Of course there is, for example, there is a person who deliberately makes trouble, not to say that the sun is triangular, every day to insist on this point of view, the first day, the first month will have many people to refute him, but after a long time, no one will fight him, arguing about this every day is devastating." ”

"If I don't care, the idea that the sun is a triangle will hang at the top of the forum, is this a victory for democracy? I don't think so. ”

"If that's the case, our forum will become a small vegetable market, whoever has more time and who shoots quickly will win, which is not right, there should be rules for speaking. ”

"However, this phenomenon is also quite interesting, I can see a lot of human darkness, and I can see the difficulties and flaws in the design of democracy. ”

Of course, Lin Weidong didn't always listen to Chen Cun say that he didn't have these things, in the process of chatting, his relationship with Chen Cun became more and more familiar, and he also told Chen Cun his psychological words, such as the publication of "E Net Love", such as acquaintance with Wang Shuo.

Chen Cun is still quite good to Lin Weidong, a newly known "little friend", and Chen Cun also gave Lin Weidong advice, hoping that he can get a place in this literary competition.

Lin Weidong was very confused and asked puzzledly, "Why? According to your meaning, uncle...... If I don't get a place in the competition, then I can't publish this novel?"

Chen Cun denied with a smile: "That's not it, it's just that our first online original literature contest was cooperated with Huacheng Publishing House." ”

"Uncle, I don't quite understand what you mean, can you explain it plainly?" Lin Weidong became more and more confused the more he listened, he was like a second monk, and he was confused.

Chen Cun replied with a smile: "Do you think, if you can win the grand prize in the competition this time, or become a blockbuster, then Huacheng Publishing House will definitely be impressed by you, and the probability of your "e-Net Love" being published will also be greatly improved!"

After Chen Cun's explanation, Lin Weidong finally understood the relationship between the two, in fact, to put it bluntly, those publishing houses felt that Lin Weidong, an online writer, was not famous, so no one was willing to publish his book, and even if it was published, it would not sell much.

But if Lin Weidong can get a place in the literary competition this time, then he is no longer unknown, and he can be regarded as a person in the literary circle.

However, Lin Weidong's main purpose in coming to Shanghai this time was to see the world, and by the way, he got acquainted with Wang Shuo, a great writer, and didn't take the literary contest too seriously.

Although Lin Weidong loves to write, he knows very well that his writing is not outstanding, and it is almost impossible for him to stand out among the thousands of participating authors.

But Lin Weidong finally saw the hope of publication, how could he give up easily?

November 16th.

Lin Weidong didn't go anywhere, he read a book in his room for a day, and delusionally wanted to find inspiration for writing from books.

Anne laughed at him: "It's going to be tomorrow afternoon, are you too late to hold on to your feet now?

Lin Weidong didn't take Anne's ridicule to heart, and asked her with a smile: "Sister Anne, if I'm not mistaken, you are also one of the judges of the competition, right?"

"That's right, every editor under our banyan tree is a judge. Anne nodded, then asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Weidong joked: "No, I actually want to say ...... If you see my work, remember to help me say a few kind words for me in front of other judges and teachers!"

Looking at Lin Weidong's appearance that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, Anne smiled bitterly and shook her head: "You think beautifully, if I had known that you were so uncompetitive, I shouldn't have let you come to Shanghai in the first place." ”

Lin Weidong smiled and quipped: "Don't regret it, Sister Anne, if you really look at me like this, then even if I don't think of myself, I have to fight for you, and come back with a decent ranking tomorrow." ”

Anne sighed: "I don't have hope for you, I can only wish you good luck." ”

Looking at the back of Anne leaving, Lin Weidong pondered alone for a long time.

In other words, the first online literature original contest is mainly about novels, poems, essays, and scripts, and novels are divided into long, medium, and short stories, which are no different from traditional literary awards.

After thinking about it, Lin Weidong decided to choose "poetry" as his subject for the competition, after all, he was also a man who was once called a "poet".

Even if Lin Weidong has never understood whether others called him a poet with ridicule, ridicule, or praise, he wanted to give it a try.

"It's time to show my talent!" Lin Weidong lay on the bed, silently thinking in his heart.

At 2 p.m. the next day, under the banyan tree, the first online original literature contest was held in a theater on Nanjing West Road.

Chen Cun brushed his face and invited Wang Anyi, Jia Pingwa, Yu Hua, A Cheng and Wang Shuo to be judges, and the hall was crowded into thousands of people, which can be described as huge.

P.S. Today I read the messages and comments of my friends, I reflected for a long time, and finally found some reasons for my poor grades in this book.

To sum up, the first is the slow update, the second is the slow pace, and the third is the lack of coolness.

Therefore, in the next few days, I will focus on these three points, strive to improve myself, try to write faster, write more coolly, thank you.