Looking at Xu Shaoyan, Yao Wenxian was a little stupid, Xu Shaoyan went out, and when he came back, he said that he had joined the Republic Writers Association?

Is this what the hell is his IQ tax owed?

The other three people in the room who were listed in the Shanghai Writers Association were also confused. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Have you joined the National Writers' Association? You're in just a moment? National Writers' Association, are you sure? Yao Wenxian screamed in disbelief.

Xu Shaoyan blinked, and nodded with a harmless face: "Yes, I just joined." ”

After speaking, Yao Wenxian burst out laughing, with a look of what the hell are you teasing me.

"Have you joined the National Writers' Association? Just joined, haha? New to joining? Xu Shaoyan, are you an idiot when we are? The National Writers' Association only admits new members in the middle of each year, and you said that you have just joined the National Writers' Association? You have no basis for making up a story! ”

Xu Shaoyan also smiled: "Vice Chairman Yao, the rule is that those who are dead are alive, and some people have said that the only way to join the National Writers Association is to join in the middle of the year?" ”

Xu Shaoyan said, Feng Ruoran thought of something instantly, immediately pulled the keyboard crackling, opened the computer and typed out a few words of the National Writers Association on the search engine, clicked into the homepage of the official website of the Republic Writers Association, and saw the latest news, the title is about Xu Shaoyan.

With a sigh in her heart, Feng Ruoran felt more and more that today's incident that made her grit her teeth had taken a turn for the better.

Hurry up and click in, and see that Xu Shaoyan has passed the audit, Feng Ruoran was suddenly pleasantly surprised, Xu Shaoyan actually joined the National Writers Association, how did Xu Shaoyan do it, he left this office in less than fifteen minutes!

This is simply incredible, but seeing this joint three, Feng Ruoran was instantly relieved.

Yes, why did you forget that Xu Shaoyan is an honorary professor of the School of Arts and Humanities of Tsinghua University, most of the old professors of Tsinghua University are Wei Yuan, or very influential figures in the Writers' Association, and it is easy to arrange Xu Shaoyan into the Writers' Association.

Moreover, Xu Shaoyan's literary attainments were suddenly arranged, and no one would have any objections!

I don't know why, Feng Ruoran instantly felt down-to-earth, as long as Xu Shaoyan could participate, she didn't believe that Xu Shaoyan's writing level in fairy tales would not win, after all, this competition still had to be decided by "public voting" in the end, Feng Ruoran sneered in her heart.

Yao Wenxian still thinks that no one can compare to the fairy tale writers of the Shanghai Listed Writers Association?

Wait for Xu Shaoyan to be slapped in the face when the final public vote, when the level of the work is about the same, no one may say anything in the dark box operation, but Xu Shaoyan's level obviously blew up all of them!

In the face of absolute crushing strength, if you still want to play black-box operation, then the masses will make a fuss!

Yao Wenxian still didn't believe it, and for Feng Ruoran's bent on adapting Xu Shaoyan's works and resisting the internal works of the Writers' Association, Yao Wenxian only felt that Xu Shaoyan was an eyesore.

"Okay Xu Shaoyan, I know that you will definitely benefit a lot from the adaptation, but this is not your crew, what story you say is believed by people, the National Writers Association? Hehe, can't you see that you can't win a prize even if you participate in this competition, don't you think you're a clown jumping off the beam here? National Writers' Association? Amusing! ”

Xu Shaoyan didn't speak, but Feng Ruoran smiled coldly: "Vice Chairman Yao, Mr. Xiao Xu is indeed a member of the National Writers Association now, I don't believe you can see it for yourself." ”

After speaking, Feng Ruoran turned the computer screen over.

The above is the page where Xu Shaoyan was approved to enter the Writers' Association.

Looking at this page, Yao Wenxian was dumbfounded, Xu Shaoyan really entered the National Writers Association?

"This ...... That's impossible! Yao Wenxian couldn't believe it, grabbed the mouse on the table and entered the search engine and checked it again.

He felt that this webpage was a bit fake, how could Xu Shaoyan suddenly enter the National Writers' Association, but this is the case, Xu Shaoyan really entered the National Writers' Association, and there was a news report on this matter.

"Goo." Yao Wenxian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the whole person was confused.

Especially when he saw these three joint names, Yao Wenxian was shocked and understood the reason, but he couldn't say half a word to question it, and slowly turned his head to look at Xu Shaoyan, Yao Wenxian found that Xu Shaoyan was laughing.

"Vice Chairman Yao, I'm sorry, I, Xu Shaoyan, am a person who likes to drill the horns of the bull, sometimes the more you don't let me do anything, the more I have to do, the competition, there are always winners and losers, why do you care so much and don't let me participate? Are you so afraid of me? ”

Xu Shaoyan said, Yao Wenxian was silent, Xu Shaoyan was saying that he couldn't afford to lose, and he said, "Are you so afraid of me?" It's as if they have no talent in the Shanghai Writers Association, and they are afraid that his Xu Shaoyan's participation will tear down the walls of their self-contained little kingdom.

Yao Wenxian gritted his teeth, his and Xu Shaoyan's faces had been torn in an instant just now.

"Okay, then let's wait for Mr. Xiao Xu to participate in the competition, but first remind you, there are people outside the people, there are mountains outside the mountains, young people, don't be too blind!"

After speaking, Yao Wenxian brushed his sleeves and left!

And when he walked to the door, Xu Shaoyan flipped through the printout of "Daughter of the Sea" on the table, and said four words faintly: "Sven scum!" ”

In an instant, Yao Wenxian, who was already so angry that his face was purple, was even more black as carbon.

"Xu Shaoyan, you wait for me!"

The feet were much faster, and Yao Wenxian disappeared angrily with the three fairy tale authors of the Writers' Association in the office area of Dragon TV's children's channel.

Xu Shaoyan sat down, and Feng Ruoran asked the secretary Xiaodong to pour Xu Shaoyan a cup of hot water.

"Teacher Xiao Xu, you are really amazing, this kind of speed of entering the association, I have seen it for the first time in my life."

Xu Shaoyan raised his eyebrows: "It's not magical, it's a reasonable thing, Director Feng, tell me about the rules of this fairy tale competition." ”

"Okay." Feng Ruoran nodded, to: "This competition is sponsored by the Shanghai Listed Writers Association, Shanghai Radio and Television and our Shanghai TV station, which is intended to cooperate with the country's support for the animation industry, the competition will start tomorrow, the competition will set up a separate website, and the selection system combining public voting and judges' scoring will be adopted, with a public voting score accounting for 70%, a judge's score accounting for 30%, and three organizers, each accounting for 10%, the scoring power of the TV station is in my hands, I will definitely come according to the level of the work, and who will score the other two, I don't know yet, but since the Writers' Association has already set the top three, I think the radio and television side should also know. ”

Needless to say, the 10% score of radio and television will definitely be inclined to the association with a large score, Feng Ruoran has a little liver pain about this, but as long as Xu Shaoyan's voting score crushes the people of the association, the top three are still without obstacles.

But Xu Shaoyan touched his chin and suddenly asked, "Director Feng, is there any restriction on how many works an author can have in this competition?" (To be continued.) )