In the imagination of the general public, writers, especially well-known writers, should be withdrawn and eccentric. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info especially likes to live in secluded places, writing his work silently and intently in a dark place.

Of course, that's not the case with most writers; They are like ordinary people, they have noses and eyes, they love to eat, drink and love beautiful women. But it is true that some writers (most of them are famous) do have some quirks, like to live in isolation, and do not like to associate with ordinary people.

Zhang Zhiwang is such a person.

When he was young, he used to be very keen on interpersonal communication, and he also worked in the writers' association. But when he reached middle age, he suddenly retreated bravely, retired to the mountains and forests to write full-time under the incomprehensible eyes of everyone, and finally wrote several of his representative works.

And his home, by the West Lake in Hangzhou City, an unknown place. I can't even search for this place from the Baidu map, which makes people think that there are some big people living here.

His home is backed by lush forests and bamboos, but in front of him is a large number of rivers, which is quite atmospheric. It is impossible to reach his home from the bamboo forest, and only by boating from the West Lake pier can you reach this dense forest path.

His home is a wharf, parked in the middle of the West Lake, and the entry and exit on weekdays can only be completed by rocking boats.

Several times high-ranking officials and literary friends wanted to come to visit, but they were all rejected by Zhang Zhiwang. On the contrary, those ordinary people, if they are in his eyes, will also be regarded as guests.

He's such a strange person. However, from the perspective of daily life, he is an ordinary middle-aged uncle to the extreme.

The daily life is simple to the extreme, reading, walking. If it weren't for a laptop in the room, it would be a misconception that time here has been quietly stuck in the last century.

And today, he is waiting for the arrival of a little friend.

"You're here."

Even with his back and his hands, he still felt the arrival of the guest. It is also a special habit that has been developed over the years of living alone.

"Teacher Zhang, I brought Zheng Long here."

"Ah, August people, sit down. Don't be inhibited. ”

Zheng Long staggered down from the rocking boat and walked into Zhang Zhiwang's courtyard. The large area of lush forests and bamboos in front of him really made him happy, this is the world of real readers!

The bamboo path is secluded, looking from afar, there are one or two phoenix trees blooming brightly, and they are jagged and dotted among the greenery.

Zheng Long cautiously walked into Zhang Zhiwang's room, and was even more surprised—several walls in the room were full of books. And the bibliography is varied, from men and women to serious literature to foreign poetry, novels and essays, and so on, and even the five elements of yin and yang.

"Haha, the Burrow is not well entertained, please take care of the two of you!"

Zheng Long hurriedly replied:

"Where is it, Mr. is a talented person, and when I came here, I really felt that the gap in cultivation was like a moat."

"Seriously! Ha ha! ”

Zheng Long sat down, Zhang Zhiwang didn't make him tea, and there was no courtesy between the two.

"I know the purpose of your visit this time, so we don't need to say hello, it's better to go straight in."

Zheng Long nodded, he liked Zhang Zhiwang's character very much, simple and direct.

"You have offended too many people in the literary world, just like when I was younger."

Zheng Long couldn't help but raise his head and look at Zhang Zhiwang.

Zhang Zhiwang sighed and said:

"Hey, what I said, the literary world is a fart, no one should pretend to be forced, why not say it from the bottom of your heart? It is not always easy to maintain self-cleanliness in this place where the purifier is self-purifying. Therefore, only by relying on those who form parties for personal gain can they find a place. ”

Zheng Long listened to Zhang Zhiwang's words and thought thoughtfully.

In fact, Zhang Zhiwang's meaning is already obvious.

He has been immersed in the literary world for so many years, and naturally he cannot be as pure as a white rabbit. Saying that those who are clean are self-purifying, it is just because they are not in the same party as those "turbidity". But this kind of thing is common even among gentlemen. To put it simply, he just wants to include himself in the lineage.

Zheng Long said:

"Some of those who are keen on the party do not taste or hate this kind of party-forming and self-serving behavior, but individual people are becoming more and more small in this society, even in the literary world. I heard that the Nobel Prize in Literature in Sweden is awarded, and there are countless kinds of tricks, and many people have won the award by drilling with the judges, which is already public news! ”

Zhang Zhiwang was somewhat surprised when he heard Zheng Long's words:

"It's really a hero from ancient times! I can't imagine that Xiaoyou has such an understanding of the world, and the future achievements will be above us. ”

Seriously, Zhang Zhiwang's words were true, and at that moment, he was indeed a little surprised by Zheng Long.

A milky junior high school student can easily hear the hints of something in his words, and can be so perceptive to the darkness of the world, isn't this a once-in-a-century genius? If such a genius can't be with him, he will definitely be an enemy of himself in the literary world in the future, so it's better to recruit him now, and use his prestige and prestige at the same time.

Zhang Zhiwang said:

"To get back to the point, the matter about your novel has now been in a lot of trouble in the overseas market. Originally, there were several publishing houses vying to publish this book, but now that things are like this, I'm afraid that domestic publishing houses will not publish your work for a while! ”

Zheng Long was gloomy when he heard this, although he didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that what Zhang Zhiwang said was true!

Because of the exclusion of Liu Guangguang and Liu Cheng, as well as the open enemy of Zhang Xue, Zheng Long now has no place in the maritime literary world.

Even August people went around for him, and they were threatened by Zhang Xue.

Fortunately, August was unmoved, he thought clearly, it's a big deal that Lao Tzu is no longer mixed in the literary world, and he can't let Zhang Xue bury a promising newcomer like you.

"So, Master Zhang, what do you mean? Not published in a domestic publishing house? So where do I go to publish? ”

"Traditional Chinese version!"

Zhang Zhiwang said.

Traditional Chinese version!

Zheng Long's head suddenly lit up, as if the whole person had been opened up to the second pulse of Ren Du, and his whole body was transparent. yes, why didn't you think of that? Even though Zhang Xue can be listed in the sea and even block himself in the Chinese literary circle, but in the overseas bends, Zhang Xue is beyond his strength, and he can't exert any threats and pressure, after all, in 2001, overseas booksellers would not be able to bird Zhang Xue, a writer from the Chinese mainland!