Jung Sung-hyun didn't think long before agreeing, and if he didn't plan to challenge the Korean literary scene, he would have to accept the invitation.

Although the last time he had a dispute with Kim Yun-seok, it was a personal grudge between individuals after all, and this time he will face a collective, and he is not arrogant enough to shake the collective Cheng Dù on his own.

The Korean Writers Association announced the news as soon as it got Jung Sung-hyun's affirmative reply, and sure enough, as expected, people paid attention to the Writers Association, a collective that everyone usually doesn't pay attention to, and after learning about it, they found that the screenwriters in many popular film and television dramas also belonged to this collective.

The next day, Zheng Chengxian came to the Writers' Association in a suit and leather shoes.

The Writers' Guild is a loose organization, there are no writers working here, and there are only a few working clerks on duty in the humble location, and writers are called together for meetings only when needed, such as new recruits. Whenever a newcomer joins the club, the materials are distributed to all members for reference, and after everyone's opinions are synthesized, they are voted on by the most respected writers.

Jung Sung-hyun's joining was undoubtedly supported by the majority, and only a few voted against it, and he obtained the title according to the principle of the minority obeying the majority.

"Your talent is unquestionable, but that doesn't cover up your mistakes in writing thinking, which is why I'm against your entry!" After the meeting, Kim Yoon-seok approached Jung Sung-hyun alone and made no secret of his negative vote.

His attitude made Jung Sung-hyun a little stunned, and it was not surprising that Kim Yoon-seok would oppose him, but surprisingly, the old man's words were not as fierce as he thought. Zheng Chengxian always thought that this old man was 'killing him quickly', who knew that the wording would be so gentle.

Yes, compared with the old man's previous evaluation of himself, his attitude is now mild.

"Now that I'm an example, do you still think so!?" Kim Yoon-seok's gentle attitude made Jung Sung-hyun have to say the word 'you'.

"I thought you would fail, but it turns out I was wrong! I am frustrated, as reluctant as I am, but I must admit that your talent is strong enough to support your theories! Kim Yun-seok had a thick discouragement on his face, and added unwillingly:

"But you have to know that not everyone has the strength of yours. Those new writers will gradually get lost after tasting the sweetness of commercial writing, and they will write for the sake of readers and slowly lose their original intention of writing! ”

"What you value is literary creation itself, what I value is the people who engage in creation, we have different starting points, I am afraid that we will not reach a consensus in our lifetime. Since this is the case, let's look at the future, time will eventually confirm which of us is right and who is wrong" Zheng Chengxian smiled and did not refute the old man's words, there is no end to this kind of thing argument, since this is the case, it is better to put it aside.

After saying that, he turned around and left, just raised his foot and stopped without looking back and said, "Even if you can't tell the result in the future, it doesn't matter." At least let those newcomers have one more choice, how sad and boring should life be without a choice? Do you say yes? ”

Kim Yun-seok watched Zheng Sung-hyun leave, paused for a long time and sighed with a complicated expression.

Zheng Chengxian drove back to the company from the writers' association, and when he passed by the Olympic Park, he heard bursts of music, Zheng Chengxian thought it was a debut group performing and looked over curiously, but unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.

A simple stage was erected on the edge of the Han River, and in the center of the stage a chubby man led a group of beautiful girls to sing and dance, and several sheds were built next to it, and from Jung Sung-hyun's point of view, several people could be seen sitting behind a long table under one of the sheds.

A little farther away, there were a lot of citizens watching the performance, and the acquaintances that Zheng Chengxian saw were raising their hands in front of the citizens and swaying back and forth to create an atmosphere.

This brother is not young, and he likes to play as much as a child. This pure heart is really enviable. Zheng Chengxian got out of the car and walked over thinking about this.

"Brother Shi, I can hear voices on the other side of the road, what are you doing here!?" Jung Sung-hyun asked Yoo Jae-seok, who was dancing with his forehand, with a smile.

"Ah, Chengxian! Come on, come on! Liu Zaishi stopped and waved his hand at Zheng Chengxian excitedly: "Come and play!" ”

"What is this for?"

"Today is our unprovoked song festival, let's go and I'll introduce you to you!" Liu Zaishi grabbed Zheng Chengxian's hand and couldn't help but say that he pulled it and left.

Zheng Chengxian smiled bitterly and was dragged by Liu Zaishi to a shed built with a white cloth curtain: "You guys are recording, I'm not good in the past!" ”

The Infinite Challenge Song Festival is a special feature of MBC's variety show "Infinite Challenge", which is held once every two years, and the MCs invite their friends and family to help produce and perform new songs. It's a magical show, and although it's not a dedicated ballad performance, the songs that come out of it often become hits.

"What's so bad about it, this is not meant to be forbidden for citizens to visit. The more people, the better! Liu Zaishi said indifferently.

was dragged by Liu Zaishi to the shed, and several men and women sat inside, with different colors! Variety shows, exaggerated and weird people abound. Among them, Lu Hongzhe, who has several connections with Zheng Chengxian, has Moxigan's hair that is particularly eye-catching.

"Let me introduce you to you, this is my very dear brother, our most famous writer in South Korea - Jung Sung-hyun!" Every time he was introduced, Liu Zaishi was honored.

"Hello, I'm Jung Sung-hyun, I'm sorry to disturb your shooting!" Zheng Chengxian bowed politely and introduced.

Zheng Chengxian, who was dressed in formal clothes, looked very abrupt among this group of people in strange costumes, and not only the film crew was speculating. Even Zheng Junhe, who is performing, frequently looks sideways.

The status of a writer in Korea is very high, let alone a famous writer! After Zheng Chengxian's introduction, everyone got up to salute one after another, and their faces were solemn, and for a moment, Zheng Chengxian had the illusion that everyone was saying goodbye to his body.

At this time, a girl ran over quickly and made a 90-degree salute seriously: "Hello Writer Zheng!" "I am very grateful to this person who has helped them a lot.

"Hello, Jessica!" Jung Sung-hyun looked at the girl in front of him, it was Jessica of Girls' Generation, she was cute and lovely set off by a modified stage costume in a sailor suit!

"Chengxian, it's time for me to preside, I'll go over first, you sit and play here!" Liu Zaishi threw Zheng Chengxian down and ran away without a sense of responsibility, leaving him standing there embarrassed.

"Writer Zheng, I'm going to get ready to go on stage, I'm sorry!" Jessica bowed and turned around to get ready to perform, most of the people in the shed were people that Zheng Sung-hyun was not familiar with, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

There were constantly polite greetings at him, and Zheng Chengxian felt even more embarrassed when he responded one by one, why didn't anyone invite me to sit down???

"Cheng Xian, come and sit!" Someone greeted.

Zheng Chengxian raised his eyes and was overjoyed, and hurriedly raised his feet and walked towards the person who greeted him while being polite to everyone. (To be continued.) )