As soon as Lin Ruofeng's words fell, the entire venue was in chaos!

Lin Ruofeng was so-for-tat, and it was aimed at Zhao Xuemin, a traditional martial arts novel master who was highly respected in Wanwan, which ignited the fire of war at once. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This Lin Ruofeng is too bold, isn't it? Doesn't this cause even more anger among traditional writers?"

An Internet god who came with him couldn't help but say angrily.

"That's right, it's enough to be aggrieved, and when he says this, it's impossible for us to be human beings with our tails between our legs!

"That's right, Lin Ruofeng can't stop getting into trouble? Isn't it just a matter of saying two words? Patience is over, why should you offend others?"

"It's good now, the next investigation will definitely be affected by his words. ”

"In the past, people would think about one or two, but now it's good, Lin Ruofeng gave others a reason to ridicule, really, even if you die, you still implicate us!"

Several god-level online writers who came with him muttered with laughter.

Liu Changming said angrily: "What do you mean? If you hear that you help us like this, you strange people? Don't you hear those traditional writers mocking us?"

"Liu Changming, don't think it's okay to hug Lin Ruofeng's thigh, let me tell you, if he does this, it will only make traditional writers target us more, and he will definitely not admit us!"

"We write our own novels, why should they admit it?" Liu Changming said coldly.

"Hehe, you think everyone is like you!"

"You ......"

"Enough!"

Wu Yulin shouted. "Don't you make any more noise, do you want to make a joke for those traditional writers?"

Suddenly, Liu Changming and the others were silent.

At this time, Lin Ruofeng took the microphone and said at length: "I don't know how much prejudice you have against online writers, but you focus on studying the shortcomings of others, but you don't look at yourself." ”

"Lin Ruofeng, what do you mean?"

"That's right, you're still a good writer of online novels?"

"What's it?"

Below, a group of people complained.

However, Lin Ruofeng sneered and said: "Isn't it? Zhao Xuemin and Master Zhao said that we use strange names, which means that we dare not meet people? I wondered, didn't we inherit from the traditional literary circles? Could it be that Lu Xun really had the surname Lu? The contradiction really had the surname of Mao? I read few books, so don't lie to me! If Internet writers hide their heads and show their tails, then how should traditional writers deal with themselves?"

Obviously, some people wear glasses, but they are not short-sighted, but their glasses are colored!"

Lin Ruofeng's words were ruthless, he scolded a lot, and even pointed the finger at Zhao Xuemin, so angry that Zhao Xuemin's nails fell into the palm of his flesh.

However, Lin Ruofeng's words were not finished: "Also, Master Zhao said that we look at money in everything, which is really a complete ignorance. As we all know, online novels are only born because of interest, and the essence of making money from not making money to making a lot of money is not that they are becoming more and more greedy, but that they are becoming more and more popular, and there are more and more readers who like them, and that's it! However, some people turn a blind eye to this, and only see the part involving money? Isn't it true that your traditional writers don't make money when they write novels? If you make money, can I say that traditional writers are also a bunch of guys who smell of copper?"

"Bastard, who do you say stench of copper?"

"You think everyone is like you?"

Lin Ruofeng's words suddenly made a group of traditional writers below thunderous. Lin Ruofeng's words were too ruthless, so he directly took Zhao Xuemin's logic and applied it in reverse. However, what is even more infuriating is that they put forward such logic, and they can't refute Lin Ruofeng when he says this.

Zhao Xuemin had already had blue tendons on his forehead, Lin Ruofeng just slapped his face nakedly, and with his words, he hit him back, but he couldn't refute it yet.

Lin Ruofeng glanced at everyone and said: "In the end, some people say that there are no high-quality online literature, but I wonder, there are thousands of online literature, but you only look at a few books on the list to judge, don't you think it's too generalized? Why just stare at the popular works, and think they are the highest level, have you read other books?"

"That's great!"

When Liu Changming heard this, the whole person shouted excitedly, and suddenly attracted a lot of hateful eyes.

"There are also some people who say that online literature is a little white, and their own obscenity is not as noble as traditional literature!" Lin Ruofeng smiled. "I don't understand, how many people can read those real literatures? Is it a mistake to choose the right book for you to read? Internet writers are also writers, but the objects they serve are relatively common, if you use some advanced words, who will read them?"

For a while, no one in the audience was silent, and those traditional writers were also sullen, unable to refute Lin Ruofeng's words.

Seeing this, Lin Ruofeng said lightly: "The above words may be a little unpleasant, but the essence of Internet writers is the same as that of traditional writers, why should they decide who is decent and who is orthodox? Can't Internet writers write traditional novels? Can't they write traditional novels? I am afraid I don't believe it!"

"Okay, that's all there is to say!" When the words fell, Lin Ruofeng directly dropped the microphone and strode down.

"If you hear it, what you said is amazing! Such a guy is self-righteous, but in fact he is no different from us!" Liu Changming said excitedly.

"Lin Ruofeng, you have completely offended traditional writers this time, speaking on such an occasion, when it's over, you hurry up, otherwise those old stubborns may want to trouble you!" Wu Yulin persuaded, she knew the temperament of these diehards of traditional writers, but she looked down on Internet writers in her bones.

"I don't cause trouble, but if trouble does cause me, I'm not afraid of trouble!" Lin Ruofeng laughed coldly.

Sure enough, when the writers' exchange meeting ended and Lin Ruofeng was persuaded to leave as soon as possible, he was still a step late.

Zhao Xuemin took more than a dozen or twenty traditional writers and walked over in a mighty way, blocking the way of Lin Ruofeng and others.

"Shaft, where are you going? If you don't make it clear today, don't think you can leave!"

Zhao Xuemin stood in front of Lin Ruofeng, and Lin Ruofeng's words before could be regarded as a complete slap in the face and swept his face.

Just imagine, a dignified master of traditional martial arts novels was actually taught a lesson by an Internet writer pointing his nose, or in such a large public, where did he put his old face when this was spread?

"Oh, Master Zhao, what do you want to do with so many people?" Lin Ruofeng smiled.

"Lin Ruofeng, you are too arrogant, what do you think Master Zhao is like, and he will do something with you?" a traditional writer rebuked angrily.

"Lin Ruofeng, didn't you say that online writers can also write traditional novels? Okay, can you write a show for us today?" another traditional writer sneered.

"Lin Ruofeng, do you dare to speak out, do you dare to do it?" Zhao Xuemin asked, anyway, if you want to save face, any reason can be used as an excuse.

"Boiled beans burn beans, and beans cry in the kettle. It's the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other?" Lin Ruofeng sighed.

Hearing this poem, many traditional writers were stunned. But in their eyes, an online writer?

"Lin Ruofeng, are you afraid?"

"Lin Ruofeng, don't you dare?"

"What kind of online writer can also write traditional novels, brag about you!"

Some traditional writers ridiculed.

Zhao Xuemin said: "Lin Ruofeng, aren't you very capable? Write a martial arts novel with me to see which one is stronger and which is weaker, if you lose, take back your words and admit that online literature is just rubbish!"

"You're going too far, aren't you?" Wu Yulin was furious.

Lin Ruofeng grabbed Wu Yulin and said coldly: "As you wish!"