"I'm going up to speak?"

After dinner, listening to the task assigned by Wu Yulin, Lin Ruofeng couldn't help but feel ashamed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Yes, you are the supreme god here, who else is not you?"

Wu Yulin said with a smile. Although this is also a reason, Wu Yulin knows that no one is willing to take this hot potato at all among those great gods.

Wanwan's traditional writers don't want to meet mainland Internet writers at all, and when they go up to speak, they will always be accompanied by cynicism. The people who spoke in the previous sessions were all red with ridicule and stepped down in shame.

In this way, Wanwan's exchange meeting does not seem to plan to cancel this speaking session, as if it is here to make everyone have fun at the end, specifically to make those traditional writers laugh.

Although the situation is like this, everyone understands it in their hearts, but people don't know what to say, do you still want to debunk it?

And Wu Yulin at least knows Lin Ruofeng's identity, he is a famous Jiangnan genius, and he will not be so embarrassed to speak!

"Okay!"

In the end, Lin Ruofeng nodded and agreed to this task.

Time flies.

The participants arrived at the scene very early.

"Hey, aren't those Internet writers from the mainland?"

"Writer, hehe, writer!"

"Yes, it's just some coders in front of the computer!"

"That's right, I really don't know what the organizers of the exchange meeting think, these people will be invited every year, which is simply lowering the level of our exchange meeting!"

"Hehe, people make a lot of money, of course the organizer wants to invite!"

"I heard that there are a lot of sponsors for the exchange meeting this time, otherwise so many people can participate?"

As soon as I entered the venue, before I sat down, I heard cynicism from all directions, and the voice of the discussion was undisguised, as if it was for them.

"This group of guys, as soon as they come, they don't have good words!"

Wu Yulin also heard it, and his smiling face turned red.

Liu Changming's eyes were on fire, and the others buried their heads low, for fear of being seen and then being found wrong.

Lin Ruofeng had a smile on his face, as if he hadn't heard it, looked at a position, and prepared to sit down.

"Sorry, there's someone here!"

A man next to him said to Lin Ruofeng with a smile.

Lin Ruofeng nodded and found another position.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I occupied this position before!" a man with a hooked nose with pointed ears came running from nowhere and sat on it.

Lin Ruofeng looked for a few more, almost all of them were people! The huge venue, the back rows were empty, but there were always people who came out to grab places.

"These guys are on purpose!" Liu Changming couldn't stand it, Lin Ruofeng was a person he respected, but he was also troubled by this group of guys.

Not only Lin Ruofeng, but others also encountered the same situation.

After a while, the seats were seated one by one, and Lin Ruofeng, who had come over very early, stood in the middle of the road.

There were sneering glances around him, and Liu Changming and the others were very angry in their hearts. Even Lin Ruofeng was angry a lot, he knew that these traditional writers in Wanwan were not waiting to meet the Internet writers in the mainland, but he didn't expect that he was such a law!

Now, Lin Ruofeng finally knew why the top gods of the supreme gods would give up such a good learning opportunity and not come to this treasure island, which is known as the holy land of traditional novels, the website only sent some little minions to come over, so it turned out.

"Who are you? The exchange meeting is about to start, why are you still standing here!"

Suddenly, a man of about forty-five or sixteen appeared behind him, wearing a pair of glasses, wearing a tunic suit, with an angry expression on his face, and a man of about thirty next to him.

"It's Master Zhao Xuemin, hehe, this group of writers is embarrassed!"

"Tsk, who doesn't know that Master Zhao hates Internet writers the most!"

"How can the guy who is covered in the smell of copper compare with us? Traditional literature has been tarnished by them!"

"That's what I said, I really hope that Master Zhao will teach them a good lesson, and it's best to train them so that they don't dare to come in the future, our exchange meeting is really called a writers' exchange meeting!"

"That is, to do a writers' exchange meeting and let some coders come in, wouldn't it be a pile of gold with stones and a fish and a pearl!"

Seeing Zhao Xuemin standing behind, they all laughed in low voices.

Seeing that there was finally a person in charge of speaking, Wu Yulin finally showed a smile on his face and stepped forward and said, "Hello, we were invited to come to Qidian Chinese Net, we are looking for a seat, I don't know which area is assigned to us?"

"Arranged for you?"

The anger on Zhao Xuemin's face gradually turned cold. "We only invite writers here, but we don't invite codewriters, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Liu Changming couldn't help but shout. "Look down on us?"

"Writers have a place, you can't find a place, what does it prove, don't you understand?" Zhao Xuemin snorted coldly.

Wu Yulin said angrily: "Our website sponsored this exchange meeting, we can't have no position, right?"

The man next to Zhao Xuemin hurriedly persuaded: "I'm sorry, we will arrange it immediately!"

Wu Yulin looked at him and said, "Are you the person in charge?"

"I am. The man nodded. "It may be that our staff made a mistake and the calculation was less, so I immediately asked them to add it. Look, now that the exchange meeting is about to start, you can't stand here and quarrel, right?"

Zhao Xuemin said coldly: "Manager Zhou, your exchange meeting is too child's play, right?

Seeing Zhao Xuemin's ridicule again and again, everyone was even more angry. When Zhou Fangying heard this, he scolded Zhao Xuemin in his heart, Lao Tzu has mediated from it, you are still doing things, and when you were about to persuade, a faint voice sounded, which made countless people stunned.

I saw Lin Ruofeng pull Wu Yulin, stood in front of Zhao Xuemin, and said sarcastically: "What are you?"

"You...... You ......"

Zhao Xuemin's eyes were on fire, and he glared at Lin Ruofeng angrily. "How can this be reasonable! How can this be reasonable! Manager Zhou, how could such a vulgar person be invited to this exchange meeting?"

Lin Ruofeng sneered: "What is a codeword? Isn't an online writer a writer? What does it mean to not understand? Do you speak dog language or alien language? What do you mean to be vulgar? Can you Master Zhao speak human words?"

"I ......"

Zhao Xuemin wanted to speak, but Lin Ruofeng took the lead. "What am I? Have we offended you? As soon as you come in, you belittle us, Master Zhao, have you not learned what it means to respect when you live so long? Didn't your mother teach you?"

"You ......"

Zhao Xuemin stretched out his hand angrily and pointed at Lin Ruofeng's hand, all trembling.

Lin Ruofeng ignored it and said coldly: "I think that compared to you Master Zhao, we can be regarded as civilized people!"

This Zhao Xuemin looks down on online writers, but in front of him, he belittles, ridicules, and repeatedly belittles, ridicules, and clay figures are still angry, not to mention Lin Ruofeng.