Indeed, there is an intellectual beauty.

When Zhen Xiaoling got into the car, Zheng Zhefan smiled and nodded to her to say hello: "Hello Teacher Zhen!"

"Zheng Zhefan, you're okay! I've admired your name for a long time, this is the first time I've seen you in person, come! Shake hands!" Zhen Xiaoling, who was sitting in the back row, took the initiative to stretch out her hand to Zheng Zhefan.

Zheng Zhefan shook hands with her and said with a smile: "I have also read several books of Teacher Zhen, and Teacher Zhen's talent is really graceful and unbridled, which inspires me a lot!"

As he spoke, he started the car and drove in the direction of the Provincial Writers' Association.

"I've also finished reading your book "The History of a Mortal's Heavenly Court Struggle", to be honest, at first I just wanted to browse casually and see how this book that is so famous on the Internet is written, but I didn't expect that I was hooked when I saw it, and I finished reading it, and I was relieved. I have to say, your book is very gripping, the plot is interlocking, very compact, and people can't extricate themselves when they read it. Zhen Xiaoling said.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhen, cruel, cruel, just a popular book, not elegant. Zheng Zhefan said modestly.

"Zheng Zhefan, the text of your book is very exquisite, the writing is also delicate and expressive, the characters are vividly portrayed, and the literary nature is still very strong! Unlike some Internet typos, the sentences are not smooth, and the logic is confused, I really don't know why people love to read such books. Zhen Xiaoling said.

"That's right! Aren't the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the Water Margin, and the Journey to the West all popular books in ancient times? However, now they are the four great Chinese masterpieces! I believe that the reader is the touchstone for whether a book is a classic or has the value of circulation, and many works in today's serious literary circles are written with insanity and vulgar plots, which make people unbearable to read suddenly, and that kind of literature is the literature that decays quickly! Except for the author himself, it is estimated that no one likes such works. Pan Lu also said on the side.

Pan Lu said a lot, there are many problems in the current literary world, and the biggest problem is that I think it is to make a fool of oneself, to abandon the original and to the end, and to lose the storytelling and character portrayal, so what else is readable about this book? Of course, if your writing is really unique and charming, it is okay, but in fact, most serious literary writers have very poor writing. Zhen Xiaoling shook her head and said.

They just talked all the way, and soon arrived at the Provincial Writers' Association.

The Provincial Writers' Association is on Wenyuan Road.

It is a detached eight-storey building.

In addition to the Writers' Association, there are several magazines and one or two cultural companies.

Strictly speaking, the organization of the Writers' Association is not bloated, there are few people with staff, and the others are hired on a temporary basis.

And those contracted authors and the like basically don't use them to sit here.

Zheng Zhefan parked the car, and the three of them got out of the car one after another.

"Yo, Mr. Zhen, hello! What a coincidence! I ran into you as soon as I came. A man in his thirties with a pale complexion, sparse hair on his head, slightly red eyes, and a bit of rosacea on his nose walked towards Zhen Xiaoling with a smile.

"Hello! You're here early today. Zhen Xiaoling also nodded to this person with a smile and shook hands with the other party.

"Hello Pan Lu, meet again, let's have a hug! haha!" Tu smiled and turned his face to Pan Lu again, nodding at her very freely.

Pan Lu just nodded indifferently and ignored this guy.

"Teacher Zhen, this is the driver you brought, right?" Tu smiled and glanced at Zheng Zhefan again.

Zheng Zhefan didn't care when he heard him say this, so what if he misunderstood? However, this guy obviously seemed to recognize himself, with some undisguised contempt and jealousy in his eyes.

This made Zheng Zhefan very uncomfortable.

"Tu Yixiao, you misunderstood, he is not my driver, I am such a poor person, and I don't have the money to buy Mercedes-Benz off-road, he, but the pride of our Blue River Province! His income from a book is only an electronic manuscript fee has exceeded 10 million, and he has become popular all over the country with a book, which is much stronger than me and you. Writing books is still a very insignificant hobby of his, he is also a great painter, his paintings are the most expensive among painters in the world, a painting is often hundreds of millions of dollars, he is Zheng Zhefan!" Zhen Xiaoling introduced with a smile.

Zheng Zhefan just nodded indifferently, and had no intention of greeting or shaking hands with Tu Yixiao.

Tu smiled, he really didn't know what this thing was for.

He had never heard the name before.

Such a small person, still so arrogant, what do you do to give him face?

I have seen his paintings, and they are quite good, but I don't think so they are, I think that there are at least 180 painters in China who are better than him, and he is just relatively lucky to have today's achievements. As for what he wrote, forgive me for taking the liberty of saying a few words, what kind of thing is it written? I don't even have the level of third-grade elementary school students' composition, and it can be so popular, I can only say that the current readers are all very blind, they are poisoned by garbage, but they turn a blind eye to the real spring and white snow, this is the greatest sorrow of literature!" Tu Yi glanced at Zheng Zhefan with a sneer, and degraded Zheng Zhefan as worthless.

"Tu Yixiao, if you say this, it will make the world laugh at you! Dare to love that the vast majority of people in the world are blind and illiterate? Everyone says it's good, but if you can't say it, what you say is the truth, how can you say it, a typical arrogant psychopath! You also say that Zheng Zhefan's writing is not as good as the level of third-grade primary school essays, so what do you write? I don't want to say politely, everything you write is a patchwork of meaningless Chinese characters, and reading the articles you write gives me a feeling of writing with a face rolling on the keyboard! Do you have the courage to start a book and let everyone see how many people will subscribe to it? Do you have the courage to belittle this and that every day, and in fact, you are the worst author! Don't be too self-righteous and feel good about yourself all day long! This is a disease, and you need to hurry up and cure it!"

Zheng Zhefan hadn't spoken yet, and Pan Lu had already thrown it away.

It was the first time Zheng Zhefan had seen Pan Lu so excited.

He stroked her hair with a smile, and said with a smile: "Lulu, don't be like a madman, he just wants to pull your IQ to the same low as his, and then use his own brain to defeat you! ”

And when he smiled, Pan Lu mercilessly derogated himself, and his face turned from white to red and blue to purple. 7110