Ask for recommendations, ask for collections!! brothers and sisters, we are being squeezed down...... Come on!! rush !!

The president of the Children's Writers Association beckoned to Lin Meng, who was at a loss.

"Xiao Meng, you come. ”

Lin Meng was like a frightened puppy seeing his master, and hurriedly approached him, he was surrounded by celebrities in various children's literary circles, where had he ever seen such a scene.

"Xiao Meng is the head of the editorial team, and he is in charge of a children's magazine called "Little Stories", I think he should tell you. The chairman said lightly, "After a while, Xiaomeng will send the magazine down, you don't need to read anything else, just read the first story of this magazine, "Cinderella". ”

"You send your magazines to everyone. The chairman waved his hand at these predators, and Lin Meng also nodded quickly, and sent the magazines down one by one.

Everyone had a copy of the "Little Story Collection", and they listened to the chairman's words and read it carefully.

......

Ten minutes later.

Everyone put down their books, their eyes revealing mixed emotions.

Finally, a writer raised his head and looked at the chairman: "Chairman, who is Meng Zuo?"

"He just graduated. The chairman had obviously asked Lin Meng about Meng Zuo's basic information, so he replied immediately.

"Just graduated!" the man's hands shook for a moment, shocked, and then asked, "Has he released anything before?"

"No, this is the first work that Xiao Meng has written. This time it was Lin Meng who answered, and this time he had the confidence to speak, after all, Xiao Meng was pulled in by him.

"Oh my God!

"yes, how is that possible?"

"How can there be such a genius?"

The predators present burst out with strong doubts, and no one wanted to believe that such a work was written by a recent college graduate.

"This is indeed written by Meng Zuo. The chairman slapped the table, and everyone fell silent in an instant, although there was still a look of disbelief in his eyes, but the chairman had already spoken, which means that this is the case.

"This work is great. One of the writers did not show an expression of disbelief, but commented seriously, "Whether it is from the idea or the angle, it is the kind of article that children can understand, and it is positive, and it is not the kind of nonsense that does not make much sense on the Internet, which is really good." ”

"Well, I think so too, so I found Xiao Meng. The chairman said.

"It's one of the few good books I've read in over 70 years. The chairman looked up, as if he had fallen into a deep memory, and gradually there was something more sparkling in his cloudy eyes.

"This work, if it was really written by him, it would be amazing, we must cultivate such a talent well, and we must not let him be buried in the world. Another member of the Writers' Association said, "Oh yes, Chairman, why don't you just call this Meng Zuo over?"

The chairman's breathing suddenly paused, then he looked at Lin Meng viciously, gritted his teeth and said, "You let him speak!"

Lin Meng suddenly felt a chill in front of him, and everyone's eyes were on him.

"Eh, little Mengta...... In fact, he is an artist, he told me early on that his ambition is to become a great artist, the all-round kind, and he is also a ...... of the Central Music School."

"Talking about the point!" the chairman's voice suddenly raised, interrupting Lin Meng's words.

Lin Meng shrank his neck in fright, and said in a withered voice, "He...... He resigned. ”

"What?"

"This is definitely a new literary star, a new literary star! Why did you force him away!" a predator stood up angrily, pointed at Lin Meng and began to scold.

Lin Meng was aggrieved: "Seniors, I didn't let him go, he left by himself! He said that he wanted to engage in art, you said that he was so talented, what kind of art did he go!"

"Chairman, don't be too anxious, this may just be Meng Zuo's inspirational work, there are always a few moments of inspiration in life, you read this article, the words are not very flashy, it is very likely to show that Meng Zuo's literary literacy is not as high as imagined. One of the relatively prestigious people in the Writers' Association said.

"Brother Lin Meng, did Meng Zuo say that he can still write works of this level?" asked Lin Meng a kind writer.

Lin Meng was flattered and hurriedly replied: "He said that he could still write." ”

"I wonder how many more I can write?"

"Guarantee, one, one hundred ......"

This sentence struck the hearts of these writers at once, a hundred articles! What kind of concept, a writer can write ten works of this level is enough to enter the writers' association! Not to mention a hundred! These people are all veterans sitting here, and no newcomer has come in here for several years, and now, they see a rising star, and as a result, this star has just emerged, and it is about to run?

There are no doors!

It's going to have to be pulled!

Lin Meng's idea now is very simple, he wants to carry Meng Zuo's collar now, and bring this stinky boy from East China Media Company to the Children's Writers Association, so that he can take a good look at how many people are shocked by his "Cinderella", and let him thoroughly realize how talented he is!

Why did you agree to his resignation in the first place? Lin Meng even had the heart to hang himself with noodles.

"Lin Meng, have you seen it! So many master-level figures have recognized this work, and you actually let the author go? You really don't know the goods!" The more the chairman spoke, the more angry he became, his white beard trembled violently with anger, and he couldn't stand on his feet steadily, and sat down on his seat.

"Don't be angry, Chairman, I'...... I'll call Meng Zuo now!" Lin Meng was frightened, and quickly picked up the phone, ready to call Meng Zuo.

Toot!

The phone was connected, Lin Meng didn't wait for Meng Zuo to speak, he spoke first, in order not to be so abrupt, he also asked Meng Zuo's condition first.

"Hands-free, hands-free!" the chairman banged on his crutches and raged.

"Oh, hands-free. Lin Meng Khan came down and pressed the speakerphone in a panic.

"That, Xiao Meng! You, how is the recording of the show?"

"It's going well, what's wrong, team leader?" Meng Zuo's voice came from the microphone of his mobile phone, his voice was clear and generous. The chairman heard Meng Zuo speak for the first time, and his current state was even more excited than seeing the beautiful woman who came out of the bath.

"Eh, it's nothing, I just want to ask if you're free now......" As soon as he finished speaking, he asked Meng Zuo if he was free, Lin Meng was so nervous that he couldn't speak anymore in front of everyone.

"Ah...... If you have time or time, can you tell the team leader if you have anything?"

"If you have time, why don't you take the time to make a trip?"

"What?"

Lin Meng felt that his strength had been drained, and said with the last trace of breath:

"Come to the Children's Writers' Association for a ......"