The beautiful hostess on the stage couldn't control the scene at all, so she had to let the literary youth in the audience discuss it fiercely, and finally seized an opportunity and said:

"It seems that tomorrow there will be another big discussion in our literary circles!"

Zhang Zhiwang said with a look of disapproval:

"The more discussions, the better, and I don't expect those people to say anything nice about me anyway. I write for my readers and my own heart www.biquge.info not for the sake of entertaining them. ”

The hostess laughed coquettishly:

"Are you talking about 'they' the so-called literary critics?"

Zhang Zhiwang smiled and did not speak.

Next, he answered several questions from female reporters and readers one after another, and the whole exchange ended in a fast-paced pace, which made people feel a little unsatisfied. And most readers are still stuck in the sentence that Zhang Zhiwang just said, "The literary world is a fart, no one should pretend to be forced"...

It can be said that the impact of this sentence on everyone is not small.

From childhood to adulthood, people have some longing for people who can write. As the highest palace in the Chinese literary world, the Writers' Association is the official institution of the literary world, and it has always been a very sacred and noble place. But now Zhang Zhiwang said that "the literary world is a fart", isn't that a clear slap in the face of many teachers and parents?

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and perhaps the literary world is not without a place to hide dirt and dirt, and it is even better than other circles.

The exchange ended in a strange atmosphere. Zhang Zhiwang stood up and walked out of the hall of the Writers' Association quickly.

"All the young authors who came to participate in the article review meeting stayed, and we will start the article evaluation immediately."

Zheng Long and Li Yaoce walked up to the stage, and together with other staff, they helped move tables and chairs and decorate the place.

After all, most of the authors who came to participate in the magazine's author activities this time were female authors, and the writing was weak, so of course these physical tasks fell on strong guys like Zheng Long, Li Yaoce, and Liu Yu.

When Zheng Long was in full swing, a voice called his name came from behind him:

"You are Zheng Long?"

Zheng Long turned his head in confusion, stunned.

"Ah, you're..."

That's right, the one in front of him is Zhang Zhiwang, who just talked to the beautiful hostess on stage.

If you look closely, although it is still very ugly, somehow, it has a special temperament that makes people feel that this should be a great writer.

Just as a craftsman has the earnestness of a craftsman, a peasant has the simple feeling of a peasant, and a leader has the aura of leadership, people who engage in writing often have their own unique temperament.

Zheng Long was a little flattered... However, after all, there was an old man who lived in his heart, and he quickly suppressed the field:

"Hello, I'm Zheng Long."

With that, Zheng Long generously stretched out his hand.

"It's really a hero from ancient times." Zhang Zhiwang smiled and said:

"I really didn't expect you to be so young. That poem last night has already made you famous for most of China! ”

Zheng Long didn't expect that the impact of last night's poem would be so great, and he really caught himself off guard.

In fact, it was indeed his luck. Originally, although Zhang Zao's "In the Mirror" was very good, it did not attract too much attention from everyone at first, but because of the emergence of the Internet, it was found by many netizens who love literature in the poetry mountain. But last night, it happened that Zheng Long and Liu Cheng's poems aroused everyone's interest, and there happened to be several leaders of the writers' association on the spot, as well as some overseas TV and paper media, several factors were superimposed, so it caused a sensation.

Zheng Long smiled shyly and said:

"Whereever, whereever, your work is what I should look up to! I got my poems by chance, and I was just lucky..."

Zhang Zhiwang smiled and said:

"Anyway, I think you have a lot of potential, and you must not give up on literary creation. Well, I'll leave you my contact information, this is my business card. ”

Zheng Long took the business card handed over by Zhang Zhiwang and felt that it was worth a thousand gold... You must know that Zhang Zhiwang has always been known for his arrogance in the literary world, and he almost never deliberately makes friends or befriended others, and even refused the invitation of the previous chairman of the Writers Association... Not to mention, what business cards he will print.

Zheng Long took the business card and saw that the three words "Zhang Zhiwang" were written on the front, and the others were completely blank. On the back, only one line of E-mail is printed, and the rest is also blank...

"Your business card... It's so personal..."

What Zheng Long said was what he was thinking from the bottom of his heart at this moment... This uncle is really, too personal. There has never been a person who prints business cards like this.

"The simpler the better..."Zhang Zhiwang smiled:

"Well, I want to introduce you to our association, I think that a young talent like you must come to our side to give us old guys a little new ideas, otherwise we will all be stale and rotten..."

Zheng Long nodded and said:

"May I think about it, may?"

Zhang Zhiwang laughed heartily:

"Of course, it's not a trivial matter, you have to think about it. After entering the Writers' Association, you may encounter everything I said today, and you can also see the darkness of the literary world with your own eyes, which must be of great benefit to your future creations! ”

Zheng Long nodded fiercely, and then watched Zhang Zhiwang leave slowly.

During all this, Li Yaoce and Liu Yu were watching blankly...

and actress authors such as Zhang Xiaohan and Liao Chenchen next to him, who also watched the dialogue between Zheng Long and Zhang Zhiwang almost with their mouths wide open.

Because in the eyes of this group of middle school students, the dialogue between Zheng Long and Zhang Zhiwang can basically be said to be equal, without the slightest stuttering and longing, and even Zheng Long still has a dialogue with them in a non-humble attitude.

"Hey, Zheng Long, it seems that you are really lucky! Master Zhang! There are not many characters in the Chinese literary world that he can look at! I can't believe that this amiable Master Zhang actually said the sentence 'The literary world is a fart' on stage just now! ”

Li Yaoce bumped Zheng Long's chest with his elbow, which also brought him back to reality from a trance.

"No, Master Zhang probably also deliberately gave me some encouragement in order to promote the juniors. Master Zhang is a good person! ”

"Promote juniors? Then why don't you promote me..."Liu Yu said with annoyance:

"I just wanted to take a photo with him, but I didn't say it!"

"You're too *** silky..."

"Go, you're only **silk..."

In a happy and peaceful atmosphere, there is a pair of vicious eyes, like hungry wolves hidden in the dark corners,

was looking at Zheng Long gloomily.

Those eyes revealed envy, jealousy, and hatred.

As if he wanted to devour Zheng Long alive.