"Pan'er, I won't come back for dinner tomorrow night, I'm going to attend the meeting of the Municipal Writers' Association. Jiang Ming was eating dinner, and suddenly thought of something, and said to Lin Pan'er.

Lin Pan'er raised her head and said apologetically: "I've been busy with the school party recently, and if you eat at home tomorrow, I may not have time to cook it for you......"

Lin Paner always felt that she could live in such a good house, just to cook and wash clothes for Jiang Ming, but Jiang Ming often ate outside during this time, otherwise he would make noodles by himself. Lin Paner felt a little guilty and uneasy.

Jiang Ming saw Lin Paner's guilt, and said with a smile: "Your school party should be coming soon? If you feel guilty, why don't I go and see it too?"

Lin Pan'er was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay, you can come and see it then." The last rehearsal on Saturday afternoon will be held, and the official show will begin in the evening. ”

Their university is actually quite open, and you can let them in.

The next day, after Jiang Ming got out of school, he went to the gathering of the Jianghai City Writers Association tonight.

The venue of the party happened to be the second floor of Oriental Food Yun, and the second floor was chartered.

Oriental Food Yun has always respected cultural people, especially those famous writers, and the high price required to charter the venue can be discounted by 5%. The president of the writers' association calculated that if the number of participants was large, it would not be particularly expensive to spread it evenly, but after they, the best-selling writers, could still afford it, they gritted their teeth and agreed.

Jiang Ming changed into clean clothes and came downstairs to Oriental Shiyun, and happened to meet Tan Peng.

Tan Peng laughed dryly, said hello to Jiang Ming, and said in a general manner: "Many of the people who came to Dongfang Shiyun to attend the party today are writers with best-selling books in Jianghai City, or they are writers from wealthy families, Jiang Ming's junior brother should not be too arrogant, so as not to offend his predecessors." ”

Indeed, many writers in the association whose books are not selling well heard that they were about to eat in the East, so they gave them a 5% discount on the charter of the venue, and they did not dare to come to share the price, so they did not come.

They are all best-selling authors in Jianghai City.

Jiang Ming glanced at it and said, "Then Senior Tan Peng, you should be the latter, right?"

After Jiang Ming finished speaking, he entered the oriental food rhyme.

Tan Peng looked at Jiang Ming's back and was angry.

Jiang Ming said that he was the latter, and his family was well-off, didn't he sarcastically have a garbage book "Tan Peng's Poetry Collection"?

Jiang Ming and Tan Peng walked into the oriental food rhyme one after the other.

On the second floor, the manager saw Jiang Ming, and his eyes lit up slightly.

Jiang Ming said hello to the manager with a smile and went to the place of the party.

There were indeed a lot of authors who participated, Jiang Ming glanced at it, and it was initially estimated that there were at least thirty people.

I saw a slender man who looked to be in his early thirties come over and shook his hand: "Hello, I am Zhou Dongshu, the writer who wrote "Historical Rings", and you look ...... age So young. Dare I ask you?"

Jiang Ming was a little surprised, he remembered that the writer Zhou Dongshu later wrote a paper on historical investigation, which shocked Huaxia.

"I am Jiang Ming, who wrote "Guoshu", and Mr. Zhou is honored to meet you. I have read the "Historical Rings" you wrote, and I think it is very interesting about the remarks about the feudal dynasty turning from victory to decline. ”

Zhou Dongshu was a little surprised: "You have actually seen my works?" He hadn't heard of "Guoshu", but he was a little surprised that people of Jiang Ming's age had read the works he wrote.

Jiang Ming smiled: "Yes, I'm quite interested in history. ”

Zhou Dongshu became interested and asked, "What do you think history is?"

Jiang Ming was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Zhou Dongshu to ask such a wide range of questions. Jiang Ming said with a smile: "I think history is a little girl who can be dressed up." ”

Zhou Dongshu looked at Jiang Ming with some surprise, and his eyes gradually became a little respectful. Just now he thought that Jiang Ming was just joking with him, but he really had some skills to be able to say this.

Zhou Dongshu took Jiang Ming in and introduced some members of the Writers' Association for him.

Everyone seems to be quite kind, except for ...... Zhang Teng.

The moment Zhang Teng saw Jiang Ming appear, he couldn't wait to eat him.

Jiang Yue, who was talking to Tan Peng, suddenly saw Zhang Teng's gaze, and he asked curiously, "Zhang Teng, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Yue and Zhang Teng have a good relationship, and they entered the Jianghai City Writers Association together.

Zhang Teng whispered a few words in Jiang Yue's ear.

Jiang Ming didn't take it seriously, so he sat aside and drank tea.

Jiang Yue suddenly patted Jiang Ming on the shoulder and asked, "This writer, I don't know what book you have written?

Jiang Ming said "National Art", and the sales are not known for the time being.

Jiang Yue frowned and said with a smile: "Even if I'm lonely, I haven't heard of the work "National Art". ”

Jiang Ming raised his eyes and saw Zhang Teng sneering at him not far away, and he suddenly laughed: "Yes, you are quite lonely and unheard." ”

Jiang Yue looked at Jiang Ming in shock, he thought he had heard it wrong! Jiang Ming actually said that he was lonely and unheard?

He originally wanted to teach Jiang Ming a lesson for Zhang Teng, and deliberately said it modestly, who knew that Jiang Ming was not modest at all!

Tan Peng scolded: "Jiang Ming, how did you talk to your seniors?"

Jiang Ming sneered: "Lonely. ”

Zhang Teng looked at Jiang Yue who was shocked, and said in a strange manner: "Writer Jiang Yue, you are really lonely and unheard, who doesn't know that Jiang Ming writer who serialized "Guoshu" in "Jianghai Daily"? ”

Zhang Tengming praised Jiang Ming on his face, but who is not a human spirit now? As soon as he heard it, he could hear that Zhang Teng was sarcastically mocking Jiang Ming.

Jiang Yue has a good relationship with everyone in the City Writers Association, and someone immediately spoke for Jiang Yue.

"Then I'm also lonely, and I haven't heard of any "National Arts". ”

"Hey, it looks like I'm a lonely person. ”

Some writers chimed in, but others were watching the play.

After getting a response, Zhang Teng looked at Jiang Ming with a provocative expression, and his heart was a little happy.

"Jianghai Daily" published two new books by Jiang Ming, and he was very dissatisfied with them.

Jiang Ming sneered in his heart, he knew that this would be the case. He had a calm face and nodded, "Well, it's good for people to be self-aware. ”

If you are lonely, you have to admit it.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at Jiang Ming in shock.

Is this kid crazy?

The first time he participated in the gathering of the Writers' Association, why did he speak so arrogantly?

Jiang Ming looked at the shocked crowd and hooked his lips slightly, and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"

The faces of the group of writers who ridiculed Jiang Ming just now turned slightly red, they laughed at themselves but were beaten back by Jiang Ming, what can they say?

The president of the association coughed and said, "It's time to eat." ”

Many people glared at Jiang Ming, and then found a seat and sat down.

Jiang Ming discovered...... There was no one around him sitting there......

Everyone was huddled, so they left him alone. Jiang Ming sat there, looking lonely and looking a little pitiful.

Zhou Dongshu walked over, sat down next to him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jiang, can I sit next to you?"

Jiang Ming nodded.

Jiang Ming muttered, "Am I isolated?"

Zhou Dongshu rolled his eyes when he heard Jiang Ming's muttering, he now knew that he had offended people and was isolated by a group of writers?

Who knew that Jiang Ming said next: "Hey, it's really difficult to be a good person who tells the truth now." ”

Zhou Dongshu almost spit out the liquor in his mouth, and looked at Jiang Ming with some surprise. This kid not only regretted it, but also sighed?

I don't know if it's a youthful frivolity or a ...... The brain is missing.

Finally, it was time to eat, and everyone was discussing with each other about the sales of their current books, or discussing the current market of the publishing industry, and the scene was very lively.

"Oriental food rhyme is really good, it's my first time here. ”

A female writer pointed to a poem written with a brush on the wall and said, "Who did this? This poem is really well written." "Who knows that Chinese food on the plate, every grain is hard", good poetry!"

Jiang Yue exclaimed: "There are many famous poets in the Oriental food rhyme, and this poem is really well written. Be careful not to waste your meal. ”

Zhou Dongshu nodded and said, "This is the power of poetry, I really want to meet the poet who wrote this poem." ”

Jiang Ming glanced at it and just smiled.

It turned out that the manager had already found a calligrapher to write out what he said about "Compassion for Nong......

"I've heard that the network has been doing well lately, and I've had friends who have gone in that direction, and it's funny. A writer who writes science fiction suddenly throws up a topic and says.

"The online article is for a group of elementary school students. Do those Internet writers know what literature is? It's hilarious and stupid. ”

Zhou Dongshu thought for a while and said: "I think it's good that a hundred flowers bloom, everyone is a literati, and there is no need to look down on other writers." ”

Zhang Teng was a little dissatisfied and said: "Writer Zhou Dongshu, you don't know that if an online writer becomes famous, it will rob us of our jobs." ”

Suddenly, a voice interjected.

"Oh, it turns out that Zhang Teng is afraid of being robbed of his job?"

Everyone was stunned, and they all looked at the person who spoke up, it was ...... Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "There is no problem with a hundred flowers blooming. ”

Jiang Yue was angry on the spot: "Those so-called online articles are just children's fights." ”

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows: "Since it's just a small fight, why does Jiang Yue care so much about excitement?"

Jiang Yue stagnated, and became more and more dissatisfied with Jiang Ming.

There are more and more people who are dissatisfied with Jiang Ming, you must know that the members of the Writers' Association all rely on publishing books to make a profit, Jiang Ming not only does not support their remarks but also refutes them so strongly, how can they be happy in their hearts?

Tan Peng, who was sitting next to Jiang Yue, almost laughed, this Jiang Ming is simply sick, he has offended so many people just here?

A tall writer stood up and asked with a gloomy face, "Dare to ask Writer Jiang Ming, what are your opinions?"

Jiang Ming said with a smile: "As the saying goes, the rise of a thing must have a reason. I think the rise of online writing is a good thing. ”

The writer immediately retorted: "Even if it can rise, it will surely decay!"

Jiang Ming nodded: "I don't know how long the decay will be for the time being, I can only say...... The next decade will be a golden period for the development of online literature. ”

Everyone gasped when they heard this.

"Writer Jiang Ming, what you say is simply funny! This is simply impossible. ”

"Those online articles are all things that are not elegant, how can there be the phenomenon you said? Jiang Yue added angrily.

Jiang Ming immediately said: "As early as ancient times, everyone thought that writing articles was only about writing articles, and that was all a pastime, and they were reduced to the lowest grade. And what is the status of now, I am sure all of you here are clear. That's what you call ...... What is not elegant, what you are writing. ”

The audience fell silent, and some people who still wanted to refute Jiang Ming didn't know what to say.

Jiang Ming said lightly: "In the future, many people will transform to write online articles. Guys, I'm done eating, and I'm leaving. Jiang Ming took his coat, turned around and left.

After Jiang Ming left, the anger of the audience was ignited in an instant.

"Who the hell is this kid?"

"How did he get into our Writers' Association?

Tan Peng whispered: "I heard that it was an invitation letter issued by the Writers' Association. ”

Now everyone is furious, it turned out to be an invitation?

Suddenly, a beautiful figure walked out, and the voice was extremely cold: "It's me." ”

Everyone looked at the visitor in shock.

Tan Peng stood up abruptly and said in surprise: "Like frost?"