"Well, I thought I could go to the national level. When Xu Ergou heard Qianfeng's words, his excited heart immediately calmed down.

"As far as you are still at the national level, you think too much, although the Internet Writers Association is different from the Writers Association, but when an Internet Writers Association reaches the national level, the amount of knowledge it has is quite scary. For example, opera, calligraphy and painting, music, etc., related to literature, not to mention all of them, but you must understand them, and you have truly achieved the point of being able to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, you are still far behind, and there are also some research experiences on history, including politics/governance, etc., it would be good to have a provincial-level one. Dry Wind struck mercilessly.

“…… It's too hard, isn't it? Xu Ergou was frightened by Qianfeng's words, it turns out that a writer must have so much ability to reach the national level, and the others are not good but history, it is Xu Ergou's shortcomings, when he was in school, he was the first to last in history, and now he has to study history, it seems that he must read more books in the future, otherwise he will not be laughed at.

Of course, this is a requirement for national writers, although there are requirements for online writers, but the requirements are not as high as for writers, the national writer level is divided into ten levels, the lowest level is the tenth level, and the highest level is the first level. At present, there are more than one billion people in China, but there are only two people who can really reach the national first-class writers.

Therefore, if you can get the level of a provincial network writer, you will be complacent, don't think about a higher level, not to mention, many people who debuted earlier than you, people who are more famous than you, are just provincial network writers now, and you can be rated and you will have fun. The more Qianfeng spoke, the more energetic he became, and he said a lot of things that Xu Ergou wanted to know in one breath. Xu Ergou was shocked, and the boss with his mouth open didn't speak for a long time.

“…… It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, anyway, I've made up my mind, I'll seal the pen if I don't seal the gods out of ten, and I'll seal the pen if I don't seal it, and it's three copies, it's almost fast. Xu Ergou thought about it, forget it, being a writer, especially a national-level country, is so tiring, it's better to write a book quickly.

"Ten books are not gods, your books are about to make you gods, you still have to wait for ten books? Qianfeng glared at Xu Ergou angrily, almost breaking the lines on the wound.

"I can be a god with this click? Isn't there a limit to the gods?" Xu Ergou doesn't know why, a book is a god, is there a bit of discipline in this, let people write books well.

"Nonsense, there are three kinds of gods, which are large, medium and small gods. The little god has a certain number of fans, and each book is relatively popular. The middle god is slightly better than the small god, and the heat is also relatively high. Great God, write a book of fire, and have an annual income of more than one million. Basically, you don't have to go to work, just code words at home every day. You get the idea.

So, even you, with your current popularity, you can be regarded as a god, but to what extent, you have to wait until the end of the year to see how your record is. Qianfeng said.

"Such an exaggeration... , I thought that with my current strength, I couldn't even match the shoes for the great god, but I didn't expect that the original gods were also divided into levels, and I thought that there were no grades, and they were all called gods, and it turned out that it wasn't all, alas, sad. Xu Ergou cried with a sad face, and vowed to study more in the future, it was too embarrassing.

"It's a waste of time for you to stay on the Star Literature Network for three years. Qianfeng said angrily.

“…… It's okay, there is a dry wind boss, you take me to pretend to be 13 and take me to fly, and it is not too late for me to learn from you slowly in the future. Xu Ergou patted his ass. Anyway, I don't have any skills, and I'm a first-class sycophant, so I don't believe you're useless.

"Pull it down, in your Tianfu dialect, Uncle Yi wants to take you, right? Qianfeng thought about it and said, Zhou Yu heard Qianfeng's words, although he didn't know what it meant, but he thought it was funny, and he pursed his lips and snickered.

“……”

"By the way, you almost understand the content of the online university course. Dry Wind paused, and continued.

"Almost. Xu Ergou nodded and said, in the days before he was hospitalized, he held the video of the University of Literature every day, and he didn't let go of a single detail, and finally understood everything.

"How do you feel about class?" asked Qianfeng with interest.

"I want to go to class when I'm free, and I want to cry when I'm in class. Xu Ergou said complainingly.

“…… I mean, it doesn't help you. "The dry wind is speechless, this Xu Ergou, the bull's head is not the horse's mouth,

"Yes, help the boss, now it's not Kavin, otherwise how would I win the championship. Xu Ergou nodded and said as if pounding garlic.

"That's good, by the way, Xiaoyu, the Tree Humanities College is about to start this year's enrollment, right?" Qianfeng said, suddenly turning his head and asking Zhou Yu.

"Well, it's almost next month, what's wrong?" Zhou Yu nodded.

"It's nothing, just ask. "Dry wind replied.

"You won't be ......" Suddenly, Zhou Yu seemed to understand something, and pointed at Xu Ergou, looking surprised, but not sure.

"That's right, I want to send him to the Tree Humanities Academy for training. Qianfeng said truthfully. In the past, there have been few promising authors under Qianfeng's hands, and most of the achievements are not high, and Qianfeng never thought that someone under his hands would go to the Tree Humanities College for training, nor did he specifically understand the content of the training course of the Tree Humanities College, this time, because of Xu Ergou, Qianfeng then remembered, perhaps, Xu Ergou should be sent to the training class of the Tree Humanities College for training.

"Xu Ergou, what do you say?" asked Qianfeng as he turned his head.

"What, what the hell is the training class of the Tree Humanities Academy?" Xu Ergou was stunned, these two people took the wrong medicine today, one will be a Chinese Internet Writers Association, and the other will be a training class of the Tree Humanities College, except for the first one that was explained by them, he has never heard of the training class in the back.

“…… You wouldn't have heard of the Tree Humanities College, would you? Qianfeng said speechlessly.

"No, I don't know. Xu Ergou looked dazed, what the hell is that?

"You Baidu yourself, I'm too lazy to explain to you. "Qianfeng's nose is crooked, this guy, why don't you know anything, what else do you know?

"........." Xu Ergou was speechless for a while, silently clicked on the Baidu App and entered the Tree Humanities College, and then was stunned by the content on Baidu:

"Shu Humanities College, Shu Humanities College is a professional training institution that recruits young and middle-aged writers, literary critics, literary theorists, literary editors and literary translators for research study, and is a bureau-level institution directly under the Chinese Writers Association.

His predecessor was the Central Institute of Literature, which was co-founded by the Chinese Writers Association and the Chinese Federation of Literary and Art Circles, which was established in 1950, renamed the Literary Workshop of the Chinese Writers Association in 1954, closed in 1958, restored to the Literary Workshop of the Chinese Writers Association in 1980, and officially named the College of Humanities in 1984.

The college organizes a large number of first-class writers, critics, scholars and professors in China to participate in teaching. From the spring of 2002, the Faculty of Tree Humanities will be commissioned and directly supervised by the relevant departments to establish advanced seminars. In a few years, a large number of outstanding writers have been cultivated for the country. ”

"This is the first time I've heard of this academy. Xu Ergou's jaw was about to drop, the Tree Humanities Academy turned out to be so powerful.

"Alas. Qianfeng sighed, too lazy to worry about these things with Xu Ergou.

"The training course for network writers of the College of Tree Humanities is a training course jointly organized by Xingchen Literature Network and the College of Tree Humanities in August 2006, which recruits a large number of writers every year. Dry Wind explained.

"It's still a ...... jointly organized by Xingchen Literature Network" Xu Ergou was even more surprised, he didn't expect that Xingchen Literature Network was once so brilliant that it could actually hold an online writer training course with Shu Humanities College, it is not difficult to imagine that during that time, Xingchen Literature Network must have been full of talents.

"Yes, I think back then, Xingchen Literature Network was the big brother of online literature, but it has declined. Qianfeng sighed.

"That dry wind boss, since Xingchen Literature Network was so brilliant back then, how did it end up in such a field today, and almost fell into a second-tier website. Xu Ergou became more and more curious about how the Xingchen Literature Network declined.

"I don't know, the incident back then, only the old people of the Xingchen Literature Network knew about it, I only came to the Xingchen Literature Network for a few years, not to mention, there are not many old people in the Xingchen Literature Network now, and there are only a few people who know about the incident back then, and those old people have also signed a confidentiality treaty, and they can't be revealed as if they are being revealed, if you really want to know, just wait for when you will become a professional writer of the Xingchen Literature Network, and explore the truth by yourself. Qianfeng shook his head and said, he didn't know much about this matter.

"Okay, let's go back, when the online writer training class of the College of Humanities is enrolled, I will help you sign up, and when the time comes, you get a copy of your information and give it to me, and I will hand it in for you, it shouldn't be much of a problem." Qianfeng paused and said to Xu Ergou.

"Well, you'll have to worry about it. Xu Ergou nodded.

"Congratulations, Ah Feng, I finally have a great author under my command. After Xu Ergou left, Zhou Yu said excitedly, although Xu Ergou didn't look very reliable, everything he did was very reliable, so she was still very optimistic about Xu Ergou.

"Let's go, woo~" Outside Yanjing Airport, Xu Ergou was carrying a large bag of things, and roared happily, the whole person looked very excited, Xia Youhan followed behind Xu Ergou, looked at Xu Ergou's appearance, and shook his head helplessly, who is going home.