The next day, Su Cao did not go out, but rested for a day. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I've always been thinking about how I can sell the script while hiding my identity.

After all, he is now in the blocking stage, and many people will probably retreat when they see his name.

Day 3.

It's past eight o'clock in the morning.

Su Cao got up, got dressed and left the hotel.

As soon as he got out, he went straight to the subway station not far from the hotel.

For no other reason, the venue of this literary forum is in the most prosperous Yixun Pedestrian Street in Beijing, not too far from the old town where Han Lao lives.

Yixun Pedestrian Street is one of the most prosperous areas in Beijing, with a constant flow of people every day, many tourists and young people like to go shopping, shopping, eating, leisure, and feel uncomfortable.

Over time, Yixun Pedestrian Street has also produced a headache for many people, that is, blockage!

Not only traffic jams, but even subways and buses are full of people, and the last car is no less than a war of the century.

By the time Su Cao got off the bus, it was already nearly ten o'clock, and the literary forum hiuu immediately started for Ao.

Walking briskly towards the building where the meeting was held, Su Cao found from a distance that there was a large red arch at the entrance of the building, on which words such as congratulations and congratulations were written.

On both sides of the hotel gate, there are also banners, and you can't see what is written on it at all.

It looks like it's quite bluffing to send you, and it seems like it's very lively.

Walking through the agents with the invitation, Su Cao walked through the steps and walked into the hotel Datang.

In the lobby, there is a lot of overlook, and there is a table on the right side of the gate with a special literary forum sign-in area.

It seems to be quite strict, probably for fear that someone will get in.

Striding to the table, Su Cao asked, "Will the literary forum be signed here?" ”

The person in charge of signing was a middle-aged woman in her forties, without raising her head or eyes, and directly pushed a signature sheet on the table in front of Su Cao.

"Write your name, your phone number, and the province you're from."

Su Cao lowered his head and saw that many names had been signed on the form, and judging from the address, almost all the literary and art associations from all over the country had sent people.

Write your name and phone number on the form, Su Cao opened it, please see what literary association is written on it.

As a result, there was no name of the writer's association in front of the name at the top, only the word Su Cao.

What does this mean?

Su Cao couldn't figure it out, so she could only ask the middle-aged woman, "Sister, let me ask, what should I do if I don't have a name in front of me?" ”

The middle-aged woman raised her head and glanced at Su Cao, "I don't know which province I'm from!" ”

Come on, that's the same as not asking.

Su Cao thought for a while, and wrote the words Dongliao on the address bar.

After all, Xie Lao and himself met in Dongliao, and Xie Lao settled in Yangtong, so there should be no problem.

After writing this, Su Cao returned the form to the middle-aged woman.

The other party looked down at the phone, didn't look up at all, and said directly: "Go upstairs from the left, the big conference room on the fifteenth floor." ”

Following the direction of the other party's finger, Su Cao found an elevator and went directly to the fifteenth floor.

On the fifteenth floor is a large and bright conference room, divided into two areas.

In the left half, there are a lot of coffee tables, tables and chairs, and there are many people talking there, and there is a not too high podium not far away, and a row of tables has been set up on it, which should be prepared for meetings.

Half of the area is a free area, which is divided into many sections, and each small area is hung with the names of various publishing houses and film and television companies.

It seems that the literary forum has not started yet, and Su Cao first walked around on the right.

Many publishing houses and film and television companies only send one or two people, and they look very idle.

Su Cao also understands this.

After all, any writer who is a little famous, the screenwriter has a fixed publishing house and a company in the future, and usually signs a contract.

As for those writers who didn't sign up to try their luck, the level is certainly not very good, and these publishers don't bother to pay attention to it.

And the Literary Forum Summit, to put it bluntly, is just to give the Literary Association a face, just a show.

In the end, Su Cao stopped at the door of an area called An An Film and Television, and asked a young man, "Let me ask, do you still accept scripts here?" ”

The young man looked up at Su Cao, didn't recognize it at all, and shook his head expressionlessly, "Don't accept the script!" ”

Hearing what people said, Su Cao was about to leave, but suddenly the young man behind him continued.

"If you can come here to sell scripts, you must not have any ability, if you have a good script, you will have been snatched away a long time ago."

Su Cao suddenly stopped and glanced back at the young man just now.

At this time, a middle-aged man sitting next to him noticed that Su Cao had turned around, and quickly poked the young man and motioned him to say less.

The young man didn't look up, still looked at his phone, and said, "Old Ma, don't be like this, aren't I telling the truth?" Didn't we say it before the boss came, try not to accept scripts, because there are basically no good scripts. ”

The young man who was playing with his mobile phone didn't notice that Su Cao had walked back at all, and was chattering nonsense.

"In my opinion, this person didn't have any skills just now, you see that he wore sunglasses and deliberately hid himself, he must have done something bad, otherwise he wouldn't even dare to show his face?? This person shouldn't be ignored, don't scare me, don't I just tell the truth, everyone else is far away, what are you afraid of! ”

"You say me?"

Su Cao's gentle question startled the young man, and he looked up sharply to find Su Cao standing in front of him, wearing sunglasses, looking at him condescendingly.

However, the young man was very bold, and he did not hesitate at all, and he stiffened his neck and said, "Ah, I said what about you, what? Am I not right? Do you have the ability to take off your sunglasses, let me see who you are, if you are really famous, I will slap myself twice on the spot, scolding me for having no eyes, do you dare?? ”

In order to confirm his guess, the young man not only did not admit his mistake, but instead argued with Su Cao.

The middle-aged man next to him, who was called Ma Lao, quickly stood up and played a round with Su Cao, "Uh, this gentleman, don't be like him, child, don't understand anything!" Nonsense, don't mind, just be a fart and let him go. ”

Su Cao, who was wearing sunglasses, was really reluctant to take them off, which would expose his identity.

"Hey, Ma Lao, you see I'm right, I can't even take off my sunglasses, just pretend here, who do you think you are."

The young man saw that Su Cao didn't move at work, and thought that he had the upper hand, so he continued to taunt.

"At a young age, you have no one in your eyes like this, I don't know how your parents educated you."

After Su Cao finished speaking, he picked up the prepared signature pen on the table and wrote it on the white paper next to him.