Wu Xiaotian said a few more words to Liu Huilan and hung up the phone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as I hung up, another call came in.

This time it was an unfamiliar mobile phone number, and it was also local to Hujiang, Wu Xiaotian thought that there was something urgent about the TV station, so he let go of the anger in his heart and picked it up.

"Hey, is it Wu Xiaotian?"

After the phone was connected, a male voice over there asked directly.

Wu Xiaotian nodded and said, "Yes, you are?"

"Huh!"

The person on the other end of the phone smiled and said, "I am from the Hujiang Artists Association, and I have heard of your Wu Xiaotian's name for a long time." ”

Hujiang Artists Association?

Wu Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, he just said that they were doing ghosts behind their backs, how could they suddenly call him?

"Hehe, it's over! Is there anything wrong?" Wu Xiaotian couldn't figure out what the situation was for a while, so he first asked quietly.

"Well, yes, I think you may have also gotten some phone calls tonight about the publication of your novel. We've also received news about your novel being taken off the shelves, so we'd like to talk to you about it. ”

The man paused, and continued to say unhurriedly: "For the behavior of these bookstores that disregard the interests of the authors, our artist association is also very atmospheric. As an organization that protects the rights and interests of artists, the Artists Association will not allow this to happen, so our association will take immediate action to ask major bookstores and sales outlets to put your novel back on the shelves. ”

When Wu Xiaotian heard this, he was a little confused.

He was still wondering just now if his novel was taken off the shelves was Dong Yuansheng, or if it was a ghost caused by the Hujiang Artists Association? Why did he call now and say that he wanted to help?

"This ......" Wu Xiaotian was a little dizzy by this matter, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Hehe......"

The man smiled and continued, "However, we heard here that you are going to participate in the show "I'll Tell a Story". Mr. Wu, maybe you just went to Hujiang TV, and you don't know much about the situation inside. In fact, the children's channel of Hujiang TV and the program "I'll Tell a Story" are not good people, so I advise you not to participate in this program, and concentrate on doing a good job of "If You Are Honest, Do Not Disturb", after all, people's energy is limited! Moreover, it is also for your own interests, for the normal publication of your novels in Hujiang, what do you say?"

I see!

Wu Xiaotian completely understood!

The purpose of this person's call was not to help him solve the problem of novel publishing, but to threaten him not to participate in the show "I'll Tell a Story".

Moreover, it is still this childish way of beating a stick to give a sweet date!

This is the first time Wu Xiaotian has been threatened like this!

He smiled angrily and said lightly: "Hehe, thank you for the reminder." But please tell you Vice President Dong and tell him that I am scheduled to participate in the program "I Will Tell a Story"!"

"That's all!"

After speaking, Wu Xiaotian hung up the phone directly.

At this time, in an office in the building of the Hujiang Artists Association.

"How?"

A man about fifty years old with a kind look asked, this person is Dong Yuansheng.

"Chairman Dong, he hung up the phone!" It was Du Guang, a subordinate of Dong Yuansheng, who called him, he looked at Dong Yuansheng and said helplessly.

"What? He hung up directly?" Dong Yuansheng said angrily.

He heard this afternoon that Wu Xiaotian was about to participate in the "I'll Tell a Story" program, and he was naturally angry about this news.

So, he immediately took the same action as the previous fairy tale writers, removing Wu Xiaotian's novels from major bookstores in Hujiang City, and he served as the vice president of the Hujiang Artists Association for many years, which still has a little face.

However, in Hujiang he has the final say, but other places have encountered difficulties.

Those provincial and municipal artist associations or publishing houses that cooperated with him in sanctioning those fairy tale authors before never gave face to his request this time.

Some places are even more euphemistic, saying that they will see the situation, and some places directly refuse.

This made him a little puzzled, and finally a familiar person told him that Wu Xiaotian this time was different from the previous fairy tale authors.

Because there are not many fairy tale writers themselves, those who didn't listen to Dong Yuansheng's threats before were either little-known little people who stepped on them, or they were more famous, seeing that everyone was a peer, and they were unwilling to turn their faces with Dong Yuansheng in the end, so his previous actions won one after another.

This time, though, was different.

This Wu Xiaotian, he not only has a considerable status in the martial arts novel industry, but also a well-known existence in the variety show industry of the TV station, with many fans, and he also knows a bunch of celebrities, and it will not end well.

After hearing these words, Dong Yuansheng suddenly remembered that Wu Xiaotian did seem to be this kind of person, this kind of person he couldn't easily step on.

However, he was not reconciled.

After all, his previous words about the "I Tell a Story" program have been released, and now Wu Xiaotian is like a person who has nothing to do, so he will go up directly as a guest, where will his face go? And the 1 million bonus has not yet arrived, so it can't be just counted.

So he thought of another way, that is, to remove all of Wu Xiaotian's books from the shelves in Hujiang City, and then call him, asking him not to participate in the program "I Will Tell a Story", and then he naturally let Wu Xiaotian's books be put on the shelves again, giving each other a step down.

As a result, Wu Xiaotian ignored his good intentions at all and hung up the phone directly.

"Chairman Dong, what now?" Du Guang didn't expect Wu Xiaotian to be so faceless, so he hung up the phone directly.

"Humph!"

But with a cold snort, he said in a muffled voice: "Since he doesn't give face, then we don't need to give face." I can't control other places, but I still have a little face in Hujiang City, which is one acre and three points of land, since he doesn't care about the novel being taken off the shelves for sale, then don't sell it. I'd like to see it. ”

"Hehe, he, a martial arts novelist and a planner of adult variety shows, how could he get this children's program, it's impossible to sing the song "The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountains" in every issue. When the time comes, after a few episodes of the show, the ratings have not gone up, and he will be disgraced and faceless. ”

Du Guang nodded on the side.

It is undeniable that Wu Xiaotian is indeed talented in martial arts novels and variety show planning, but how can he get a children's program or a storytelling program?

So, that night, in the small circle of the Hujiang Artists Association and the publishing house, it began to be rumored that the Hujiang Artists Association was going to ban Wu Xiaotian's novels.

However, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and this matter began to spread slowly as time passed. (To be continued.) )