There was no heating on the red carpet, and after Zhang Chu wrote his name in the signature area, he ignored the reporters' requests for photos, and walked quickly towards the infield.

People who only bought suits and didn't buy coats couldn't stay at night outside Yanjing at all, and even Zhang Chu was still wondering if he wanted to call a friend to send clothes to save people!

Fortunately, the inside of the venue was as warm as spring, and the heating in the hotel was quite sufficient, and the writers in full costume shuttled through it, and each round table was filled with drinks, drinks, plates and knives.

"Hello, may I ask where my table number is?"

Zhang Chu found a waiter in a black and white vest, and he gave out his invitation, but he really couldn't find anything to do in the chaotic scene at the moment.

The waiter glanced at Zhang Chu in some surprise, this is the scene of the writers' annual meeting, most of the writers are already middle-aged and elderly, and there are very few young people.

There is no one who is as handsome as the young man in front of him, is it another person from the entertainment industry who comes here to brush his style?

There are not many such people, many popular stars in the entertainment industry write anything casually, and a large number of fans are willing to spend money to buy it, and even release a photo album to treat themselves as people in the cultural circle.

If you don't get the title of a talented man and a talented woman, it's simply not worth the gilding here.

Although there was a faint disdain in his heart, the waiter did not show it on his face, he guided Zhang Chu to the middle position, and said, "This is your position, please take a seat." ”

Maybe it was too early, there was only another middle-aged man in his thirties at this table, and Zhang Chu smiled very friendly.

The person on the other side also responded quickly, "Hello, I'm Zeng Yunxiang." You look like the youngest person in the room, you should be Zhang Chu, right?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zeng, sit down and call me Xiao Zhang. ”

After Zhang Chu heard the other party report to his home, he immediately understood that Zeng Yunxiang was the rural Chinese teacher who wrote "Candle in the Wind".

A high-achieving student who graduated from Fudan is willing to dedicate himself to the countryside for more than ten years, which makes Zhang Chu very admired.

Probably because I was tempered by life, I was able to write works that moved countless people.

Although they are all contenders for the Best Newcomer Award, Zeng Yunxiang doesn't seem to have any idea of competition at all, his whole person looks quite elegant, and his ordinary sweater and shirt look temperamental.

"I've read your book "Life of Pi", and it's pretty well written, not to mention when I'm 18 years old, even if I can't write that kind of work now!"

Zhang Chu hurriedly said modestly: "Teacher Zeng, don't praise me too much, I'm so swollen that I'm about to fly now." Your book "Candle in the Wind" was just written, and we can't borrow it from the Yanda Library, and everyone says that your book is going to compete for the Contradictory Literature Award. ”

That's probably the end of the business blow, but fortunately, the awkward conversation between the two of them was interrupted by the arrival of several other people.

Liu Hu, a middle-aged man with a shiny bald head and a somewhat burly figure, Yuan Mei, a single mother with a somewhat fat figure, and Ye Kaili, a talented girl who looks beautiful and frozen in a white dress, are all opponents of the Best Newcomer Award!

Now that so many competitors are sitting together, the atmosphere is not too embarrassing, after all, there are a few older people who will enliven the atmosphere, which makes Zhang Chu breathe a sigh of relief, at least he doesn't have to pretend to play with his mobile phone to relieve it.

Maybe Zhang Chu's appearance is too eye-catching, and the people at several tables nearby have all looked this way, there are not many famous young people, and it is easy to guess him.

"Phew, I was a little nervous to participate in such an event for the first time, and I didn't know what to do. Ye Kaili whispered.

Zhang Chu said approvingly: "Yes, they probably attend these annual meetings every year, and they are all acquaintances. Just us fresh faces, we don't know who to talk to. ”

Menglong Culture Media wanted to help Zhang Chu, but unfortunately the rest of the writers in their company were not good, and none of them could attend the annual meeting except for Zhang Chu.

Usually, Zhang Chu didn't join any gatherings among authors, and he had nothing to do with these well-known best-selling authors, and many of them were even repeatedly mentioned by the media because of the book sales competition.

The relationship is already ordinary, but it will definitely fall below freezing at this point.

Yuan Mei looked kind, and she said happily: "I don't have any demands for them, it doesn't matter if I can integrate or not." Anyway, I don't usually see it, and it doesn't affect my writing and life. ”

While he was talking, a middle-aged man in a black suit walked up to Zhang Chu's side, "Classmate Zhang Chu, I've been friends with you for a long time. Today, Professor Yang heard that you are coming to the annual meeting, and he specially asked me to come and see you, but it looks like you have made new friends. ”

These words made Zhang Chu a little inexplicable, and he asked suspiciously, "May I ask who you are?"

"My name is Hu Wei, I am writing history, and you are a student of Professor Yang. ”

Zhang Chu finally reacted, "Could it be Professor Yang Xuancong? You are also a teacher at Yan University?"

It is said that Yan Da Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, they can still be seen in this kind of gathering of best-selling authors.

However, Hu Wei sat down in the vacant seat next to Zhang Chu, he shook his head and said, "I am not your Yanjing University, I teach at Yanjing Normal University. Professor Yang Xuancong is a big boast in the group, and it just so happens that I have also read "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli" written by you, and I also read "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" written by you in advance, so I came over to say hello. ”

Since Hu Wei said his name, the rest of the people present also reacted, Hu Wei, who wrote history, should have nothing else except for "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty", which shined this year!

He is not a newcomer, but a historical god who has been selling well for seven or eight years!

"Have you seen "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli"?" Zhang Chu glared, the final paper he handed in was just a final paper, how could he feel that it was spread everywhere.

Hu Wei smiled and explained: "Professor Yang from your department told Professor Wang that he had found a piece of gold, and he had to recommend it to us. Seriously, your writing is very distinctive, and if you insist on finishing it, it will probably make people in academia and publishing go crazy. I don't know how your young people's heads work. ”

When he was attracted by "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" when he took a taxi, Hu Wei found that the young man in front of him had a bright future.

"I was crossing the river by feeling the stones, and I didn't think too much about it. Zhang Chu said modestly.

"If you don't understand history, you can ask Professor Yang, and he will be happy to guide you. Now let's talk about your book "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", whether Professor Chen is alive or dead, what secrets are hidden in that bottomless ghost hole, Shirley Yang's life experience should not be so simple, right?

One question after another came out of Hu Wei's mouth, who made the author in front of him.

If you don't ask now, when?