Ai's Group collapsed, and the related enterprises under its name were affected, and Weixia took the opportunity to acquire Ai's Wanzhong Cinema.

More than 10 billion ......

Wei Xia's flesh hurt for a while.

"It's a big loss! These people don't give their brothers a discount, they have no conscience!" Wei Xia sighed and complained.

The eldest sister Mu Qing Yuzai looked at the documents carefully and nodded frequently:

"You, can you stop pretending? Wanzhong is not one of the largest cinemas, but the scale is not small. Those who are willing to pay for it have it, but the key is that they can't buy it!"

The third sister, Li Liyu, suddenly ran in excitedly:

"Xiao Xia, someone is looking for you, it's a good thing!"

"Sister, who's looking for me?"

"The president of the Writers' Association, Liu Tiexiang, President Liu!"

……

Twin Towers, luxury reception rooms.

In the guest seat sat a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, gray hair, and a slightly rich figure.

The main thing is temperament, there is a Confucian demeanor.

"Let me introduce, President Liu Tiexiang of the Writers' Association, Wei Xia of Xia Wen Group!" Li Liyu enthusiastically pulled Wei Xia over.

"Xiao Li, I'm sorry for you!" Liu Tiexiang got up with a smile, and while being polite to Li Liyu, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand: "Mr. Wei, hello!"

Wei Xia still felt a little dizzy.

The people from the Writers Association came to the door, what kind of joy is the third sister?

The person in front of him was very polite, and his face was very kind, of course, Wei Xia was also polite, and stretched out his hand to shake Liu Tiexiang, who had heard of it for the second time:

"Ah, hello President Liu, that... I'm sorry about the admission letter of Beijing University before, but I applied for Modu University of Finance and Economics. ”

Liu Tiexiang naturally sat back down, not treating himself as an outsider at all~

"Mr. Wei, don't care, I didn't expect you to be the kind of student who casually gets full marks! ”

"Join the Writers' Association?" Wei Xia suddenly glanced up at Li Liyu.

It is estimated that the third sister is a member of the Writers' Association, so she is so enthusiastic about Liu Tiexiang.

"President Liu, don't talk about Mr. Wei, just call him Xiao Xia! Children who are less than twenty years old, you can call him whatever you want!" Li Liyu unceremoniously demoted Wei Xia to a junior.

"Sister, can you maintain your boss's image?" Wei Xia muttered dissatisfiedly.

Liu Tiexiang saw that the two of them had such a relationship, and he spoke more casually.

As he said, his intention was to get Wei Xia to join the Writers' Association.

Two essays: "The Dream of Revival" and "The Death of the Red Rabbit".

A movie: "Wolf Teeth".

In addition, Liu Tiexiang got the revised version of the script through Li Liyu's relationship and studied it carefully.

The values are very positive, the thinking is very positive, and the writing is very good! This is Liu Tiexiang's evaluation, and it has also strengthened the idea of letting Wei Xia join the association.

But Wei Xia didn't want to join.

What is the use of this association and that association? He prefers to do real things rather than to be addicted to words.

It wasn't until Li Liyu pulled him aside and whispered the value of the Writers' Association that Wei Xia relented.

What is the Writers' Association?

It is the highest circle of all cultural people!

On the surface, he is a writer, but in fact, he is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, especially in the area of public opinion guidance, and he has a lot of right to speak.

The real identity of those members is likely to be the president, editor-in-chief, and decision-maker of a certain media newspaper.

The whole circle is full of such people, and the energy of the writers' association is small?

After Li Liyu's persuasion, Wei Xia reluctantly agreed to Liu Tiexiang's invitation.

…………

Kyoto, Headquarters of the Writers' Association.

"Xiao Xia, in the future, you will be a member of our National Writers Association! Come and report, meet and meet, and everyone will get to know each other. ”

Liu Tiexiang enthusiastically introduced and took the initiative to lead the way.

After a while, the two came to an antique room.

There were already more than a dozen backbones of the writers' association waiting, but the atmosphere seemed to be rather dull.

"Come on, come on, this is our little friend of Wei Xia! Everyone, welcome!" Liu Tiexiang pushed Wei Xia to the front and clapped his hands a few times.

Originally, Wei Xia had to be polite and polite, say a few words of the scene, thank you for the welcome and so on.

As a result, except for Liu Tiexiang, the others didn't even have sparse applause.

The wind is not in the right direction!

Next to the dark brown solid wood coffee table, a thin old man kept staring at Wei Xia with no expression on his face:

"Lao Liu, this is the young man you value the most? It's not bad, quite a handsome offspring. ”

"It's really good! Those who can make a name for themselves in the entertainment industry are an instant hit, and the face is very important!" added another old man in Tang costume.

There was a bookcase facing the door, and there was a middle-aged scribe standing next to him, with his back to Liu Tiexiang and Wei Xia, holding a brush in his hand, as if he was creating something.

"The entertainment world... The entertainment industry is closely related to our cooperation, but after all, they are two circles.

How is it possible to judge a person's penmanship through a script? The Writers' Association needs young and excellent writers, but it is better not to bring in the impetuosity of the entertainment industry. ”

While the middle-aged scribe spoke, the brush in his hand steadily wrote four big characters:

Rather lack than excess!

Wei Xia didn't see what the middle-aged scribe wrote, and the conversation between just a few people was obviously unwelcome.

Boss Wei sank his face at that time:

"In the forefront, I didn't apply to join your Writers' Association myself, but I accepted the initiative invitation of your president. Could it be that cynicism is your way of hospitality?"

Liu Tiexiang's face couldn't hold back:

"Xiao Xia's article and script, everyone has read it, and they praised it at the time. What's the matter? I brought people here, and that's your attitude?"

By the window, a bald man holding a thermos cup said lightly:

"That's not what I said, President. Everyone did praise it, but they didn't expect you to bring such a young boy into the club!

You can't have a long book, and you have to have at least a few dozen short stories, right? Just two essays of more than 800 words, plus a screenplay......

We are a national writers' association, not a local writers' association!"

There are no hard and fast rules, but the Writers' Association does follow these traditions. The number of works is not enough, the popularity and influence are not enough, and they are not eligible to join the writers' association.

Liu Tiexiang's face was embarrassed, and he secretly blamed himself for not being thoughtful, and looked at Wei Xia apologetically.

"Isn't it just writing an article? It's easy! You can ask for a question, and I can improvise. Wei Xia threw out a sentence coldly, extremely arrogant.

Up to now, it is a trivial matter whether or not to join the writers' association, but it is absolutely impossible to be looked down upon by others!

There were more than a dozen people in the room, and when they heard Wei Xia's words, Qi Qi's brows furrowed:

The kid is crazy!

The bald man paced slowly, walked towards Wei Xia and Liu Tiexiang, and said calmly:

"Improvisational writing is difficult for strong people, and good writing needs inspiration. Moreover, since ancient times, there has been a saying that 'there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts'.

They have different understandings, some people insist on saying good, and some people insist on saying bad. The final result is unfair. ”

Wei Xia snorted lightly:

"What do you say? It's strange that the Writers' Association doesn't rely on writing articles to judge ability. ”

The bald man smiled slightly:

"Literati, in addition to writing articles, should also pay attention to the substance! There are different opinions on whether articles are good or bad, but calligraphy and painting cannot be faked! Good and bad can be known at a glance. ”

"Calligraphy and painting? Are you sure? The people of your association are willing to use this form of ...... Assessing newcomers?" Wei Xia blinked.

"We don't have that kind of statement. If you agree, you will be happy to appreciate your work. ”

As the bald man finished speaking, the rest of the dozen or so people nodded their heads one after another.

A place for literati to gather, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all must-haves, and there are still people writing calligraphy just now.

Immediately, Wei Xia walked to the bookcase directly opposite.

Spreading out a blank piece of paper, lifting the brush used by the middle-aged scribe, and dipping it in ink, Wei Xia waved his hand and wrote down seven big characters without thinking:

Since ancient times, heroes have come out of teenagers!

When I finished writing, I spread out a blank sheet of paper again.

After meditating for a while, using the same pen, Wei Xia began to draw intently on the paper.

More than a dozen people took the calligraphy to the side, and all of them showed surprised expressions on their faces.

"Good words! The pen is strong and unified!"

"Since ancient times, heroes have come out of teenagers, just seven words, and the image of young people full of ambition leaps on the paper. ”

"Indeed, calligraphy is different from painting, and simply relying on this kind of pen power, people can feel the vigor of young people, rushing to their faces!"

"At a young age, he actually has this kind of calligraphy attainment, which can be called a generation!"

……

……

The bald man casually said a sentence of "appreciation", which indeed became appreciation.

Everyone commented on the calligraphy, and Wei Xia's painting work has been completed.

imitate Qu Beihong's "Eight Horses".

Wei Xia put the brush aside, came to the coffee table by himself, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it directly, no matter whose cup it was.

Liu Tiexiang was the first to rush to the painting and couldn't wait to admire it.

"Eight Horses in Ink, oh my God, this is probably even more exciting than the original!"

Hearing the exclamation, more than a dozen people rushed to look at the painting again.

"God's work! This is God's work! I only saw eight horses, but what I felt was ten thousand horses galloping! Wildness, freedom, strength, perfection!"

"This ink... Paint with a single brush! Use the different thickness of the ink on the brush to accurately outline every detail!"

"There is a finishing touch in the past, and I still don't believe it. Looking at this painting, the eight horses, it actually made me tremble, for fear that one of them would be accidentally knocked down!"

……

……

The big guys of the Writers' Association, at this time, were like dirt buns who had never seen the world, looking excited and red-faced.

Wei Xia leisurely sipped the tea, and smiled secretly in his heart:

Full-level writing, calligraphy, painting, who can compare these things with me?