"That's the case, now the influence of the Chinese literary circle in the international arena has risen a bit, and the main credit for this is the rise in the popularity of the Chinese literary circle caused by your two achievements in the United States and the island country, and the people in the Chinese literary circle are in high mood and have greatly increased their confidence." An Qinglin made another pot of tea and said while slowly pouring the tea.

"Now, Jinshang is no longer satisfied with the status quo, he wants to be able to go further, so he wants you to make another move and write a book that can shock the world, it is best to find a way to drive the authors of the Chinese literary world during this period, and everyone will work together to complete this goal, even if you are outstanding, the role of the Chinese literary world is still not enough."

Lin Xiao nodded lightly, but he didn't think so, and wrote a book that shocked the world? Will you be mixed up in the future? The killer weapon can't be used so quickly, but Lin Xiao is also confident that he can at least shake the world literary world a little.

"In fact, if I write a popular book by myself, it's not too difficult, the main thing is that my strength alone is absolutely not enough, even if I succeed, other countries will still say that our Chinese literary circle is pathological, which has been heard since I won the award in the United States last time, and it has always been unconvincing."

Lin Xiao said with a frown, pretending to be far-sighted.

An Qinglin took a sip of tea and agreed: "Therefore, I have an idea, which is to combine the strength of Chinese writers, let everyone work together, discuss together, exchange experiences with each other, and let everyone benefit, so that brainstorming, everyone's thinking will be more open, and the enthusiasm for creation will be high, and we can impact the Nobel Prize in Literature in three years." ”

The Nobel Prize in Literature is a literary award in the world, and it is also the highest award in the entire world literary circle. Therefore, An Qinglin set his goal on the next session.

(Please don't sit down with the Nobel Prize, the Nobel Prize here is just a literary prize.) There are no other awards)

"I see, but since ancient times, the literati have been despised by each other, how can they be as united as you say? Besides, the Nobel Prize in Literature is a great temptation for anyone, and I don't think you can really share your best stuff with everyone. Lin Xiao said worriedly.

An Qinglin also sighed. Said: "That's right, what we have to do is to break this barrier, so that everyone can unite as one, don't fight all day long, I also know that this is difficult, but we can't do nothing because we know that it is difficult, if we want to change the Chinese literary world, we have to change this status quo." ”

Lin Xiao knew that what An Qinglin said made sense, but he wanted to change this status quo. How easy is it to do what An Qinglin said? In Lin Xiao's eyes, it was simply impossible, anyway, he knew that he wouldn't share the things in the system with others, people are selfish, I have a hundred yuan, I can give you one or two yuan, but I will never give you fifty yuan! And even more so all?

That's the truth, no one can be so selfless.

"And what do you want to do?" Lin Xiao asked.

"Now the president of the Chinese Writers Association has just been replaced, and Li Tianming is the new chairman of the Writers Association. I want him to hold a meeting of the National Writers' Association and talk about this matter in the open, openly, and directly. Should get some effect. An Qinglin said.

Lin Xiao does not deny that An Qinglin's method will have some effect, but it is not optimistic, many authors hold on to some of their own opinions, and when the treasure is generally hidden, it is impossible to take it out. Therefore, to be able to have twenty or thirty percent of people willing to share their real things with everyone is already burning high incense.

"That's it, there really isn't a good way at the moment, maybe we should introduce some incentive policies to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm." Lin laughed.

"Yes, completely, I will talk to Jinshang, when the Writers' Association meets, you will take the lead at that time, you must know that in the Chinese literary world, your reputation is still very high." Anqing Lin Road.

"This is no problem, it's just that I'm going to write a martial arts novel recently, I don't know if it will affect your plans?" Lin Xiao suddenly remembered his martial arts novel plan and hurriedly asked.

"This is good, martial arts novels should be developed for a long time, your current martial arts works are too few, and martial arts novels still need you to continue to add fire." An Qinglin was very pleased and admired: "What are you going to write in this book?" ”

Lin Xiao thought about it, he bought a total of two Jin Yong's works before, and used one "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and now there is one left in his hand, Lin Xiao can just use it directly, and he doesn't need to spend prestige value, right now, the prestige value is finally enough for a little more than 40 million, but he doesn't dare to spend it casually.

"Let's write the style of 'Shooting the Condor', as for the story, what I want to write this time is a story about shackles." Lin Xiao replied with a smile.

"The story of the shackles?" An Qinglin was puzzled: "Let's listen to it specifically." ”

"It's a story of a man breaking the shackles and pursuing freedom, of course, there are grievances and hatreds in it, and the plot will be very exciting, believe me." Lin laughed.

An Qinglin listened to Lin Xiao's words, and laughed: "It seems that you still haven't forgotten your roots, writing stories is to pass on power to everyone, as long as this power is positive, it is valuable." ”

"It's really an old pedant, but what you said is sour and rotten, but it is the way of learning, everyone says that martial arts novels are the last stream, not literature, but I have never felt that as long as you put your heart into it, any form of literature can be on the hall of elegance." Lin smiled and said.

"Well, when are you going to start writing this martial arts novel? Is it a direct publication, or is it serialized? An Qinglin asked.

"Publish it directly, you don't have the time and energy to do serialization, when the manuscript is enough, you can publish it directly, saving time and effort." Lin Xiao drank a cup of tea and said with a smile.

"Don't forget to give me a sneak peek first."

After chatting at An Qinglin's house for a day, An Qinglin even cooked a bowl of poached egg noodles for Lin Xiao at noon, and at about three o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Xiao said goodbye from An Qinglin's house, and at the insistent request of An Qinglin, Lin Xiao was sent home by his driver.

Inside, Joanne was still watching TV.

"Oh, here you go, you call him tomorrow, and he will take you to the house." Lin Xiao handed the business card to Jennifer.

"Hah! It's done so quickly! Joannele took the business card and cheered excitedly. (To be continued.) )