"There's one more thing I'd like to confirm. ”

Shen Huan didn't care about the work of those people in Yonghua Accounting Firm, and said directly to Luo Minghai: "According to Mr. Luo, how many such literary works have you created in the year or so that you have worked for me? ”

Luo Minghai seemed to have been prepared for this, and replied without much thought: "Less than twenty." ”

Shen Huan nodded, "The number doesn't seem to be much." ”

Luo Minghai looked a little angry, "Literary creation is not a production line operation! These works are the product of our painstaking efforts, the crystallization of our wisdom and talent, if you were yourself, you would not be able to write a single one!"

Shen Huan didn't answer, but turned his head and asked the bigwigs in the cultural circle who were sitting on the side.

"Mr. Wu, what do you think of this creative speed, is it fast, slow or normal?"

Wu Qingchen looked at Shen Huan and did not answer immediately.

They actually didn't know what Shen Huan wanted to do, it was only because of the results of layers of relationships and interests that they would sit here today. Of course, they had already confessed to each other, they would only say something when they sat here, if Shen Huan wanted them to cooperate with him and help him distort some facts, they would not be able to do it.

Therefore, Wu Qingchen discussed a few words with the people around him, and then responded to Shen Huan's words: "We have also seen the works that you have disputed. To be honest, those are undoubtedly very good works, and it can be seen that the author's attainments in classical literature are very deep, and if it were me, I might not be able to write them. ”

The audience at the scene and in front of the TV heard this, and the intuitive impression of those controversial works was even more profound: even the vice president of the White Horse Academy, a well-known Chinese literary person, said that he could not necessarily write it, and those works seemed to be very good.

Wu Qingchen continued: "Not to mention in one year, it is very difficult to write these works in ten years, and it is impossible for most people to do it in a lifetime, because literary creation still depends on talent, inspiration and accumulation." So if these works were created in a year, it is quite amazing, and the talent of the author is beyond doubt. ”

At this point, he paused, and then added: "If you have to define a speed for them, then this creative speed is undoubtedly quite fast. ”

His statement is indeed quite neutral, only talking about the "author", never saying whether the "author" is Shen Huan or Luo Minghai, in this way, no matter what the final result of this controversial matter is, he will not stick to the pan, he is quite wise.

After getting Wu Qingchen's affirmative answer, Shen Huan looked at Luo Minghai again and said: "In this case, then let's take an average, take 365 days a year to measure, converted, an average of about 18 days to create such a literary work, Mr. Luo, are you willing to confirm my estimation results?"

Luo Minghai thought for a while and said: "It can't be simply counted like this, when inspiration bursts out, several ideas may pop up a day, but if the inspiration dries up, maybe there will be no progress for more than a month or two." It also has to do with the length of the work......"

Shen Huan interrupted him, "I understand what you mean, but what I mean is that in a time dimension like a year, an average of 18 days can create such an excellent and complete literary work." ”

Luo Minghai thought about it again and nodded reluctantly, "To some extent, I can say that." ”

Shen Huan was very satisfied, nodded, and suddenly said, "Then if you are asked to come up with such a complete and mature literary work in 2 or 3 days, and such an excellent literary work, for a year, can you do it?"

At this moment, not only Luo Minghai shook his head again and again, but even the literary bigwigs sitting next to him also shook their heads one after another, looking at Shen Huan with an eye that seemed to be an idiot.

"It's impossible!"

Luo Minghai was categorical.

Wu Qingchen couldn't help but say at this time: "Mr. Shen, you may still have some misunderstandings about literary creation. As Mr. Luo said, literary creation is not industrial production, let alone assembly line operation. It's amazing to create such an excellent work in just two or three days, let alone maintain such a high-intensity creation for a whole year? ”

Speaking of this, Wu Qingchen's eyes when he looked at Shen Huan had some subtle changes.

Wu Qingchen is also an old man, he will not blindly follow the trend and easily judge one thing, so in his own mind, he also maintains a neutral attitude towards Shen Huan's ghostwriting incident. After all, even if he sees many things with his own eyes, they are not necessarily true, not to mention that he has not seen them with his own eyes, but just listened to what the media said?

This is one of the reasons why he is willing to come today, because he himself is also a little curious about what this matter is, and he may be able to see some clues tonight.

And he felt like he was seeing the clues now.

Shen Huan's question seemed to him to be very ignorant, and he didn't understand literature at all.

Does this singer who is in the turmoil of public opinion know how wonderful and excellent the works he posted on Weibo are? Such works, being able to write ten articles in a lifetime is already talented, and it is almost exhausting a lifetime's effort, and this life is already enough, how can it be like producing industrial products in a steady stream?

Could those works really be written by such a guy who doesn't understand literature?

Judging from the current situation, the truth of the incident seems to be more and more like what Luo Minghai said.

Shen Huan didn't care what Wu Qingchen thought in his heart, and continued to ask persistently: "What if there are many people? For example, just like Mr. Luo and them, so many people create together? Because when writing scripts in the film and television industry, several screenwriters often write together, and the overall effect is often better than that of one screenwriter." ”

Wu Qingchen shook his head again, "As Mr. Shen said, that is script creation, and what we are talking about now is poetry, lyrics and prose, which are fundamentally different. Script creation, to a certain extent, is very much like building a house and building a framework, and it can naturally work together, and its final presentation is expressed through film and television dramas, and people can't intuitively see what these inner skeletons look like, but the styles we are discussing are more of an expression of emotions and thoughts, and the works themselves are unified, and in the end they do not need to be presented in front of the audience through the outer packaging, they are directly facing the audience, and the two are different. ”

"From my personal point of view, I don't think the number of people will help improve the quality of the work, but more about personal experience, skills and inspiration. Otherwise, if the simple superposition of the number of people can improve the quality of the work, then why is there so few classic literary works in the world?"

What Wu Qingchen said is one of the reasons why he maintains a neutral attitude in this matter, because he feels that the form of "literary studio" may be able to produce some average commercial works, but a work like "Getaway", which is so excellent and wonderful that he can't help but be amazed, is definitely not something that can be superimposed by the advantage of numbers alone.

At this level, it's all about talent and talent.

So he is also suspicious of Luo Minghai and them, but judging from what he has seen so far, compared to Shen Huan, who doesn't seem to know much about the laws of literary creation, it seems that Luo Minghai and them are more reliable, because he still remembers what Luo Minghai said before.

Justice may be late, but it will never be absent.

He liked this quote very much.

Compared with Shen Huan, it seems that Luo Minghai is more talented in literature.

……

To be honest, seeing this live broadcast now, neither the people at the scene nor the audience in front of the TV could guess what Shen Huan and Shen Huan wanted to do, but this did not make them bored and turned away from the stage, but watched the live broadcast of this press conference more attentively.

Shen Huan managed to whet their appetites and make people want to see what he really wanted to do.

They probably won't leave until they see it.

At the same time as being whetted by their appetites, Shen Huan's several confirmations also slowly produced a clear impression of this matter in their hearts, no longer just the simple and vague impression that many people had before that "Shen Huan was looking for someone to ghostwrite".

The context of the entire ghostwriting incident became clear in the hearts of the audience.

In the venue, Shen Huan patted his hands twice and smiled at Wu Qingchen: "Thank you Master Wu for your teaching." I have a very similar idea to Master Wu, and I also think that literary creation is more dependent on the burst of inspiration, the accumulation of years, and the perception of life. ”

Good guy, this guy's inspiration comes as soon as he says it.

And whether it is the audience at the scene or in front of the TV, when they hear this, they are all refreshed.

The main drama seems to be coming!

After Shen Huan finished saying the sentence "inspiration burst out", he stood up directly and shouted: "Pen and ink are waiting!"

The staff next to him had already prepared, and immediately came up with things, and soon set up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of Shen Huan, and Shen Huan dipped the pen and dipped it, and just stood and wrote, while writing, he was still groaning in his mouth.

"Bodhi has no tree,"

"Spiegel is not a platform. ”

"There was nothing,"

"Where's the dust?"

After writing, he put the pen on his hand and looked at the other side with his eyes intently.

In the end, he is an excellent actor and director, this action carefully designed by him is extremely chic after he makes it, and with his outfit, he is even more uninhibited, just like a wild gentleman in an ancient painting walked out.

At this time, the camera also focused on his table and filmed the poem he had just written.

It can be seen that Shen Huan's calligraphy is still good, just like the chic style he shows, looking free and smart, very beautiful, and quite bluffing.

This is still due to Shen Huan's crew life, in line with the principle of more skills and not pressing, he has also practiced calligraphy, and for this reason, he has also made cameo appearances in many costume drama groups to help write couplets or something. It's just that his calligraphy can bluff ordinary people, but it can't frighten these literary bigwigs present.

There are many masters of calligraphy among them, and even everyone, in their eyes, Shen Huan's calligraphy is not amazing, that is, the level of practice, but the poems on it are very exciting.

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust?......"

Wu Qingchen silently recited the verses that Shen Huan had just recited, his eyes gradually brightened, and he shook his head.

Wonderful, wonderful!

Wonderful, really wonderful!

"This poem was born out of my feelings, so you can't have created it, right?"

Shen Huan looked at Luo Minghai on the other side, and asked in a loud voice, "I didn't see this poem on the information you just sent. Of course, I have also thought of excuses for you, you may be able to say that this work is your scrap manuscript, so it is not listed, but I need to remind you first, Wu everyone, Mr. Huang They are all present, they are not blind, I believe that I will not fail to see the excellence of this work, if you want to use this excuse, I am afraid it will not work. ”

The whispers at the scene became louder and louder, and for a while, many people's eyes were focused on Luo Minghai and a group of them, and some were looking at Shen Huan and those literary bigwigs, with doubts in their eyes.

The audience in front of the TV and in the online live broadcast room also raised their spirits all of a sudden.

The drama is finally here!

Wu Qingchen was still savoring this wonderful poem at this time, and Huang Liang said in a timely manner: "This article is not so much a poem, I think it is more appropriate to say that it is a Buddha." Of course, there is no doubt about the excellence of this article, and it may not be regarded as a waste manuscript. ”

Speaking of this, Huang Liang also smiled, "If these are all waste manuscripts, I don't think there are many good works in the future." ”

Under the watchful eye, Luo Minghai was a little stunned by Shen Huan's sudden surprise.

It's not just that he looks a little confused, but the studio members in his row all look a little confused.

But he finally didn't say anything, and in a hurry, he opened his mouth and said: "It's true that we didn't create this one, but how can you prove that you created it yourself? Do you have any other studios besides us?" Maybe it's just that you find someone to do it in advance, and then write it down, and then take it out at this point?"

Yes!

Whether it was the scene or the people who watched the live broadcast, they all deeply agreed, and felt that Luo Minghai had spoken to their hearts.

Maybe there are other people who are working for Shen Huan and engaging in literary creation? And Luo Minghai and them are just one of them.

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