Zhuang Buzhou is a veteran writer of Huanjian and has a certain influence, although several other young writers do not completely agree with his words, they don't want to offend this old-timer, so they can only keep silent. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yu Zhe's face sank.

He and Zhuang Buzhou had several heated arguments because of the writing skills of the novel before, and they were almost incompatible.

This time, he didn't want to invite Zhuang Buzhou, but after some consideration, he still invited the other party, after all, there is no fundamental contradiction between everyone, maybe he can take this opportunity to turn enemies into friends.

Who knew that this person accepted the invitation, and he always had a stinky face when he ate and drank for nothing, Yu Zhe was already angry, and it was not good to have a seizure in the presence of others, who would have thought that he would humiliate Zhao Zejun in front of him now!

The table suddenly fell silent, except for Linglong, who had just benefited a lot from Zhao Zejun, muttered in a low voice: "But Brother Zhuang, I think what Brother Zhao said is quite reasonable......

"Linglong, you are still young, things in society are very complicated, there are liars everywhere, how much do you know? I am for your good!" Zhuang Buzhou glanced at Zhao Zejun meaningfully, and then said in an old-fashioned manner.

"Fuck you, Zhuang Buzhou, who do you say is a liar!" Yu Zhe quit, slapped the table, and stood up with a red face.

"Whoever admits that I say whom. Zhuang Buzhou glanced at Yu Zhe obliquely, and said in a mocking tone, "Xueyun, I have long said that your mind is full of vulgar violence, just like your novels. Look, it's exposed, right?"

Yu Zhe was about to get angry, Zhao Zejun patted him on the shoulder, "You sit down." To discuss, let people speak. ”

After speaking, he looked at Zhuang Buzhou again, and said lightly: "Of course, the discussion should be to convince people with reason, insult and abuse, that is the practice of local ruffians and hooligans, everyone here is a person who can read and write, and his own style is low, don't lower the grade of others." ”

Several young people nodded secretly in their hearts, these words were neither humble nor arrogant, polite and courteous, no wonder even such an arrogant person as Xueyun was convinced by this 'Boss Zhao'. In contrast, Zhuang Buzhou, who is several years older than everyone else, inevitably seems narrow-minded.

Zhuang Buzhou snorted coldly: "Okay, then I want to hear what you think." ”

Zhao Zejun said calmly: "Novels should be ideological and literary, you don't recognize routine essays, right?"

"Of course, the routine is an assembly line product, without technical content, how can it be literary and ideological?!" Zhuang Buzhou said.

Zhao Zejun nodded: "Then I want to ask you and everyone here, the famous French writer Alexandre Dumas, you should know, right?"

Yu Zhe suddenly remembered that when Zhao Zejun taught him novel skills, he mentioned Alexandre Dumas. Hey, how did you forget this stubble!

Yu Zhe heard Zhao Zejun say allusions, but a few other people didn't know, and they couldn't imagine what connection Alexandre Dumas could have with online novel routines?

"Whoever writes a novel, who has not read Alexandre Dumas, is as ridiculous as a Confucian disciple who has not heard of Confucius. ”

Zhuang Buzhou raised his face and said: "Alexandre Dumas is a great French writer, a treasure of human fiction, his representative works include "The Count of Monte Cristo" and "The Three Musketeers", I once participated in the French Revolution, and was paid tribute to the French Panthéon after his death......"

Zhao Zejun temporarily mentioned Alexandre Dumas, and Zhuang Buzhou was able to immediately tell the detailed experience of this great writer like a few treasures, which shows that he has a very good literary knowledge.

Even Zhao Zejun nodded secretly, anyway, if it was himself, he would definitely not be able to remember so many allusions without preparation.

Da Song Fengyun added: "I know that the Panthéon is dedicated to the sages who have made great contributions to mankind, and the selection conditions are very strict, and even Balzac and Maupassant are not qualified. The French Pantheon, together with the Pantheon in Italy and the Parthenon Temple in Athens, are called the three major temples, and they are all saint-level figures!"

Zhuang Buzhou looked around and sneered: "I really don't know, what does the saint in the Panthéon have to do with the routine you said?"

Zhao Zejun didn't answer him directly, and then said: "Then let's analyze Alexandre Dumas's masterpiece, the Count of Monte Cristo." ”

The set of words that he had said to Zhe at the beginning were now slightly changed by Zhao Zejun, and they sounded in the box again.

The Count of Monte Cristo, is a tale of revenge.

The Pharaoh's first mate, Dantès, was commissioned by the captain to deliver a letter to the Napoleones, who were framed by two despicable villains and a judge and sent to a black prison. In the Black Cell, he met his cellmate, Father Faria, who taught him various knowledge and skills, and on his deathbed told him the secret of a treasure buried on the island of Monte Cristo.

After escaping from prison, Dantès found the treasure and became extremely rich, and since then he has assumed the name of the Count of Monte Cristo, and after careful planning, he has repaid his benefactor and punished his enemy.

Zhao Zejun is not talking about the plot, but through the plot, he analyzes the essence of the story.

The little person was framed by someone, and when he was in trouble, he met the white-bearded grandfather who opened the golden finger, used the golden finger to take revenge on the enemy, won wealth, respected social status, and robbed the other party's wealth, status, and women......

By the time Zhao Zejun finished analyzing from this perspective, he didn't need to summarize it at all, and the people present had already naturally understood.

The main plot of the whole book is all based on Goldfinger. This golden finger is the 'fighting skills' taught to him by the white-bearded grandfather and the wealth he left behind.

The actor befriends celebrities and repays his benefactor, relying on the wealth left by the white-bearded grandfather, and the specific ways to take revenge on the three enemies can only be achieved through the golden finger......

Isn't this writing routine of the Count of Monte Cristo revolving around Goldfinger? There is no difference between this writing routine and the writing routine of online novels!

The eyes of those present looked at Zhuang Buzhou with complicated eyes.

According to his theory, the routine is garbage, misguided people's children, and has no strength.

So what was Alexandre Dumas, the great French writer? A man who has no strength and is not worthy of writing a novel?

What are you kidding?!Who thinks so, that's real ignorance!

Zhao Zejun said leisurely: "It seems that in the eyes of our Zhuang writers, Alexandre Dumas is also garbage, and our Zhuang writers are much higher than Dumas. Then we don't have enough level to pretend to be a great writer for the time being, so we can only learn from Alexandre Dumas and write some stallions. ”

Linglong couldn't help but laugh, Zhao Zejun used two puns in one sentence.

In particular, the four words 'Zhuang Da Writer' deliberately changed the tone, and it did not sound like a name, but a verb: 'pretend to be a great writer', pretending to be a great writer. almost pointed at Zhuang Buzhou's nose to his face and scolded him for pretending.

Several other people also heard the teasing meaning in Zhao Zejun's mouth, couldn't help laughing, and secretly looked at Zhuang's inconsiderate expression.

Zhuang Buzhou's face was blue and red for a while, but he couldn't find any strong argument, held it for a long time, and said angrily: "You are quibbling." ”

If Zhuang Buzhou could still pretend to be an old qualification just now and have a certain right to speak, after Zhao Zejun directly defeated his proudest literary level, the people present no longer cared about his voice at all.

Everyone's attention was focused on Zhao Zejun.

Zhao Zejun pressed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, looked at a group of young writers present, and slowly said: "I think that as long as it is reasonable and legal, and does not violate public order and good customs, no one should point fingers at other people's hobbies, let alone deprive others of the right to create." On the contrary, online novel writers are a group of young people who chase their dreams and spend a lot of their spare time chasing their dreams without any income, which is very admirable. ”

"Brother Zhao, don't say anything, I'll toast you. The cat who wrote mythological stories didn't eat fish, and suddenly stood up with a wine glass, and dried up the wine in his hand as soon as he raised his head, without even looking at Zhuang Buzhou.

The position is clear.

"Brother Zhao, I also respect you!" The young man's enthusiasm was mobilized, they didn't care whether Zhuang Buzhou was old or not, they didn't care about Zhuang Buzhou's face at all, and stood up one by one to toast Zhao Zejun.

Zhao Zejun drank tea, and after drinking it this time, his stomach was also a little distended, put down the cup, and said: "In this way, I will build a QQ group after I go back, and everyone will join the group, if you know a good lover of online novel writing, you can pull it into this group and discuss it together......"

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhuang Buzhou and said, "Of course, we are a civilian discussion group, and we will not invite those great writers who are more powerful than Alexandre Dumas, so as not to lower the level of others." ”

"I'm definitely going to join, I never pretend to be a big writer!" Yu Zhe spared no effort to make up for it.

Speaking of this, Zhuang Buzhou couldn't sit down no matter how thick-skinned he was, so he stood up with a blue face and glared at Yu Zhe fiercely, "Xueyun, what are you dragging! I am willing to come as a guest, it is to give you face." Okay, I remember today's events!"

After speaking, he left the box in a bit of embarrassment, and slammed the door when he went out.

"Pretend to be a big writer, be careful, this hotel is of high grade, you can't afford to pay for the broken door!" Yu Zhe continued to mend the knife.