Before coming, Ning Lang imagined many times what the Internet Writers Association would be like.

Could it be that the ink is fragrant, and there are covers of the great god's works hanging everywhere, just like an art exhibition.

After I came, I found that it was almost the same, and the covers of the works of the gods were neatly arranged on a giant screen, and the flowers were dazzling.

It's just that I haven't seen a living person since I came in, and I don't know where I've gone, so many good things, computers, treadmills and so on, and I'm not afraid of being stolen?

"Hey, no, no, it's almost funny. ”

Ning Lang looked at it and shook his head and sighed.

Song Qianwen next to her was strange, "What almost mean." ”

"After looking around, without the cover of my book, the brilliance is not so bright. ”

“……”

Song Qianwen slapped herself in her heart, regretting why she said that.

Shouldn't you have heard this shameless foreshadowing earlier?

But after thinking about it, even if he didn't talk, he probably could talk to himself.

The ultimate state of narcissism is shamelessness.

"The main thing is that you haven't joined our association yet. ”

Suddenly, a gentle female voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Emma, pretending to be found out!

Ning Lang was so frightened that he turned around quickly.

In front of her stood a lazy and casual woman wrapped in a tassel shawl, looking like she was in her early thirties.

The glittering luster in his eyes was faintly mixed with a narrow smile, staring at Ning Lang with embarrassment.

Can you blame him for meowing? Surely you can't blame him, who doesn't like handsome people? Who doesn't look at it twice?

"Hello two, I am the reception sister Meng of the association, may I ask who the two are?"

The woman took the initiative to speak.

"We are good people. Ning Lang hurriedly clarified, "You can take a look, everything is there, and it's the same." ”

"Haha, I didn't say you were bad guys, handsome guy, you're really interesting. ”

The smile in Sister Meng's eyes became more and more vigorous.

Song Qianwen stood aside, unable to stand the inertia of the poor mouth around her.

So he stood up and smiled decently, "Hello Sister Meng, we also wrote a book on the Internet, and we received a notice from the Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon God on the penguin, so I came to take a look today." ”

"Oh, that's it, welcome, welcome, but they're still in the conference room and have a meeting with the leader, so we'll have to wait a minute. ”

Sister Meng led them to the large transparent floor-to-ceiling window with excellent lighting, and brought two cups of coffee, "This is our code area, how about it, not bad?"

"It's really good. ”

Ning Lang bowed his head seriously, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking out, his line of sight spread freely, unobstructed by any tall buildings, over the emerald green canopy, and directly to the sparkling Yangtze River.

The boats on the river float slowly, and the anglers on the shore are as still as the water.

The villas on the side of Binjiang Road are still eye-catching.

It is as if the mind is broadened and relaxed because of the wide horizon.

"Standing here and looking at it when you are tired of writing can't help but give your eyes a full rest and activate your tired mind. Song Qianwen also admired beside her.

It's really a treasure of feng shui, you can come here to code words.

Ning Lang thought seriously.

In addition to the code word, by the way, take a photo and send it to the circle of friends, others take a look, the agency building, tsk, it's really awesome.

Can it be ordinary people who can get in and out of this?

In fact, people are vain, if they are not vain, how can they progress?

Wasn't there an article in the circle of friends some time ago that was quite popular? called "Pretending to be a Buddha is just an excuse for you to escape and retreat".

Ning Lang endowed his vanity with a layer of diligence and progress in his heart, and his expression became solemn and solemn......

I waited for about thirty or forty minutes.

The quiet indoor air became manic with the presence of a group of people.

A group of about twenty or thirty people appeared from the corner of the hall, and they suddenly stopped and looked at Ning Lang.

Ning Lang also looked at them curiously.

Sister Meng trotted over, "Two, the leader of the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee asked you to come over, he wants to know about the survival of ordinary Internet writers." ”

"If you want to ask the question, why don't you come over yourself, but ask us to come over?

Well, the leadership is truly remarkable.

Ning Lang immediately took Song Qianwen's hand and got up and walked over.

It's actually easy to tell who the leader is.

Generally, standing in the middle with hands behind his back, the most pretending to be the leader is the most pretending to be the leader, to put it mildly, this kind of pretending to be more temperamental is called official authority.

Getting used to giving orders comes naturally.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Ning Lang stood in front of a glasses old man with the most temperament.

The latter was not tall, but he stood there with his hands behind his back, calm and relaxed, and his eyes were deep and extraordinary.

Looking at him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame that I didn't have clothes on.

"Made, this old man must be an old driver, this look ...... If it weren't for the beautiful women who visited the pedestrian street all year round, I wouldn't believe it. ”

"Uncle Sun. ”

Just thinking about it, Song Qianwen's clear voice suddenly sounded next to her.

Ning Lang and Uncle Glasses looked over at the same time.

The majesty on the latter's face suddenly retreated, and he was replaced by a soft smile, which also looked pleasantly surprised, "Qianwen, why are you here?"

"I came with my boyfriend. Song Qianwen responded generously, and at the same time introduced Ning Lang, "This is Uncle Sun, the head of the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee." ”

"Oh, hello Minister. ”

Ning Lang was taken aback and hurriedly corrected his attitude.

This is a big leader.

"Boyfriend?"

The old man's gaze suddenly locked on Ning Lang, looked at it imperceptibly, and then smiled toothily, "Not bad, not bad, talented and beautiful." ”

"Young man, who writes web novels?"

"Well, yes, you really have a vision, Minister. Ning Lang smiled and nodded in response.

However, he replied to the previous sentence of being talented and beautiful.

"What do you usually write about?"

"Well, I write everything, sci-fi, urban, fantasy, but no matter what the content, my book insists on promoting positive energy. ”

"Yes, yes, how is the income from writing books?"

"Haha, I haven't earned it yet, and the new book has just been uploaded, and it hasn't been released yet. ”

"Oh~"

It seems that because of Song Qianwen, the glasses old man has become much more approachable during conversation, and his temperament is not so strong.

It's like an ordinary uncle next door, casually talking to Ning Lang.

"How long have you been writing the book?"

"It's been less than a year, haha, and now it's the second book. ”

"From your point of view, what do you think is the current regulation of online literature by the cultural department? Do you have any suggestions or opinions?"

"Suggestions, opinions?"

When Ning Lang heard this question, the answer naturally appeared in his heart, and he immediately replied, "Yes!"

"Tell me about it. ”

"Harmony words, this resolutely can't be tolerated, and it's useless at all. ”

Ning Lang said seriously, "The Chinese language is broad and profound, where is harmony where one or two words can have an effect? Not only that, but it will also have the opposite effect in some aspects." ”

"What is the specific manifestation of the reaction?"

Ning Lang didn't see a few guys in the crowd behind the old man who were looking at him frantically, and said to himself, "For example, if there is no harmony mechanism to put the middle two words with snowflakes, I don't think many people will focus on that."

Speaking of this, Ning Lang sighed with emotion, "Now the national cultural level is quite high, reading words and filling in words is a basic Chinese skill in primary school, and turning into a snowflake does not prevent them from guessing what is behind ......the snowflake."