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After all, the whole venue was quiet, and everyone was waiting for the arrival of the master. Occasionally, there is a rustling sound, either the wind blowing the curtains or the sound of a reader rustling the pages.

It's such a wonderful feeling!

Zheng Long was immersed in this atmosphere, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked Li Yaoce:

"By the way, do you know what happened today?"

"What happened?" Li Yaoce was confused...

"I don't know, there were a lot of reporters blocking me just now..."

"Oops...so you don't know yet, your kid has become famous!"

Zheng Long still didn't believe it, so Li Yaoce took out a copy of today's Shanghai Daily and gave it to him.

The headline on the front page above is that the junior high school boy sang a famous poem, which touched many famous writers at the meeting.

There is also a photo of Zheng Long on it, which was taken by Shi Yi when he first came to the magazine... A stupid face, the corners of the mouth almost feel like they are coming out...

"Don't make me handsome..."

Zheng Long muttered quietly, saying that he was speechless...

At this time, Li Yaoce handed Zheng Long several other newspapers one after another, which were also the newspapers with the largest circulation in the Shanghai market. In 2001, because the online media had not yet formed a huge influence on public opinion, newspapers and other paper media still occupied the main source of information.

Therefore, so many newspapers reported at the same time that Zheng Long sang the song "In the Mirror" at the banquet last night, obviously making a big advertisement for him.

"I'm actually on fire?"

The popularity that has not been achieved in later generations has been easily achieved in this life, which really makes people feel that it is made of creation.

Zheng Long looked at a few newspapers and was very excited, but he couldn't shout at this time.

He clenched his fists tightly.

The room was silent, except for the rustling of pages.

Suddenly, the whole venue burst into thunderous applause.

A bald man in a black suit that didn't fit well strode into the venue.

There were no earth-shattering shouts, no excited shouts, just uniform applause.

"Papa......"

This is the difference between treating literary masters and treating stars in the entertainment industry. Everyone felt that a polite applause for the literary masters was enough to show respect, and that emotions should not be abused.

Because people who love literature should be rational themselves.

"Zhang Zhiwang is actually a bald man..."

Li Yaoce was a little disappointed... It seems that he is a little worried about the fact that Zhang Zhiwang is bald.

"If people lay eggs well, why force the hens that lay eggs to be beautiful?"

Zheng Long used a sentence of Qian Zhongshu and Qian Lao to enlighten Li Yaoce...

"It's also..."

Zhang Zhiwang sat on the podium, Zheng Long took a closer look at his face, and found that he was not only not good-looking, but even a little ugly, in addition to being a bald man, there were also a lot of pockmarks on his face. And when I laughed, I could barely see my eyes.

It's ugly...

However, in terms of literary attainments, Zhang Zhiwang is very powerful. Sure enough, when he started to speak, Zheng Long felt that everything his looks didn't matter.

Today, Zhang Zhiwang is mainly talking to a group of young men and women about literary skills and ideals.

It's a very profound question, and in short, whether literature is a technology or a great undertaking.

The beautiful hostess sitting next to her flashed her big watery eyes and said: "Mr. Zhang, we all know that you are a highly respected predecessor in the literary world, and your westward journey trilogy has won the Zhushan Award, the highest award in the field of root-seeking literature. What kind of work have you been working on lately, and what issues have you been paying attention to? ”

Zhang Zhiwang took a sip of water and said:

"The situation back then was different from now, the literary environment was much better than now, and everyone still liked to read books back then, so no matter how profound the subject matter I wrote back then, there were still people who would read it."

When Zhang Zhiwang said this, the audience couldn't help frowning, and many people didn't even understand the meaning of his words, and thought that he was wrong.

However, the hostess's reaction was very fast, worthy of doing this professionally, and she quickly caught up with Zhang Zhiwang's rhythm:

"That is, Mr. Zhang, do you want to say, is the subject matter you write now not as profound as before?"

Everyone suddenly realized, and quickly turned their eyes back to Zhang Zhiwang's side.

"Let's just say that, after all, writers have to eat..."

The audience burst into laughter.

"I didn't expect this hope to be quite funny."

Zheng Long whispered to Li Yaoce next to him.

"You can know his works if you read them, he has never been an antique, he can basically be regarded as the Bob Allen of the literary world, very rebellious."

I see. However, because Zheng Long has not read Zhang Zhiwang's works, there is no way to know.

Zhang Zhiwang waited for the audience to finish laughing and then continued:

"It's not that I don't pay attention to the big issues in society now, but I'm just as concerned about it as everyone else. But I am more concerned about how we should survive and live in such a small era. ”

"The age of insignificance? Master Zhang, what do you mean? ”

This time, even the beautiful hostess couldn't figure out what Zhang Zhiwang wanted to say.

"Yes, in the past, our era was heavy, even young couples who wanted to fall in love had to organize permission and introduction, if you want to go to the hotel without a letter of introduction from your work unit, you can't get on a plane without review, so we are often very heavy in that era, can you say that it is not heavy, can it not be heavy when you have to report when you eat a bowl of noodles? Can our generation not constantly ponder the significance of existence, what the hell is the question? ”

The hostess said thoughtfully: "Master, are you saying that the context of our time is no longer grandiose, and everyone has turned to a more authentic self-environment and become more selfish?"

Zhang Zhiwang only said two words: "Hehe."

The audience immediately burst into laughter.

The hostess blushed and didn't know what to say, so Zhang Zhiwang slowly spit out a few words:

"The literary world is a fart, don't pretend to be anyone."

The audience was silent, and suddenly, applause poured out.

"The literary world is a fart, don't pretend to be a fart!"

"Master Zhang said it so well!"

"That's right, there have been too many pretentious articles over the years, and people have no appetite at all after reading them."

"Yes, yes, I've wanted to say this for a long time, there are too many works that I don't know, and I can't understand them, I'm afraid that others will say that my style is too low..."

"You're having a problem with your comprehension..."

"Go, you understand that there is a problem with the ability..."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and the literature lovers were as excited as if they were witnessing a historic event.

And the reporter standing in the back has already drafted a new report title-

"The leading figures of the Chinese literary world bombarded the chaos in the literary world, and their mouths turned dirty"

Who in the literary world doesn't pretend to be forced? The Last Rant of a True Temperament Writer

Earthquake! Nobel Prize Candidate Bombards the Literary World, Who Does It Mean"

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