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Zhang Mingyuan is a well-known literary critic in China, and his words are still very authoritative.

Yuan Yan and Zhang Mingyuan were a little at odds, the two had not had much contact before, and the conflict between them had happened several times.

Yuan Yan heard that Zhang Mingyuan seemed to be speaking up for himself, and the first thought at that time was: It seems that this Zhang Mingyuan has finally begun to understand current affairs, and knows that he has little time to stay in his position, so he wants to make up for the relationship with me, so that he can be taken care of by me after he steps down.

Being able to get Zhang Mingyuan's compromise would definitely be a big victory for Yuan Yanyan.

Getting carried away with pride, Yuan Yan blurted out immediately after hearing Zhang Mingyuan's first half of the sentence: "Dean Zhang, do you think I should compromise with the market for the sake of sales and reduce the literary value of my works?" ”

His sentence and Zhang Mingyuan's second half of the sentence almost rushed to say.

Xiao Fei heard Yuan Yan's words, and his spirit was lifted, and he felt that the drama might be coming soon.

Yuan Yan actually mentioned his work to Zhang Mingyuan, so this is simply sending his face up to the other party.

Zhang Mingyuan is a well-known poisonous tongue in the domestic critics' circles, commenting on anyone's work without considering issues such as his identity and status, but making his own evaluation of the work itself.

"Comrade Yan, I don't think you need to compromise with the market for the sake of sales." Zhang Mingyuan glanced at Yuan Yan and said very seriously.

"That's right! I thought so too! If the sales are bad, let it be bad! But I must not betray my principles of life and my sacred literary morality in order to sell more books! Yuan Yan nodded frequently and said passionately.

"Comrade Grim. You may be misunderstanding me. Zhang Mingyuan frowned and said.

Yuan Yan shook his head: "Dean Zhang, how could I misunderstand what you mean?" You say. The market is the enemy of literature, that doesn't mean. Books that sell well will inevitably lack literary value, and books that are not popular in the market will have high literary value? ”

"No, that's not my opinion."

"And what do you mean?"

"Do you really want to hear the truth?" Zhang Mingyuan's originally upright face showed a hint of teasing smile.

Yuan Yan felt a little bad when he saw this smile, but he still nodded habitually.

"It's not nice to tell the truth!" Zhang Mingyuan said, "Comrade Yan, what I want to tell you is that there is no such thing as literary value in your works. So, you don't have to think about the conflict between literary value and the market at all! ”

"Poof—"

Liu Zelai burst out laughing.

Xiao Fei also smiled, this Zhang Mingyuan is not a poisonous tongue, he doesn't care about the other party's face at all, and directly threw out such a vicious and ruthless evaluation.

Yuan Yan's white and fat face showed a trace of confusion, and he was still a little confused: there is no such thing as literary value at all, what does this mean?

However, in an instant he woke up.

It turns out that Zhang Mingyuan is sarcastic about himself!

It's saying that your work is empty and worthless!

Blood rushed to the door of the brain. Yuan's fat face was like a red cloth, and anger was surging, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Huh! Dean Zhang is really joking. Yuan Yan clenched his fists and said to Zhang Mingyuan.

"Nope! I'm never kidding. Especially when commenting on someone's work, Comrade Grim, you have also been writing for a decade or two. But you know what? You haven't even passed the most basic language barriers! ”

"There are a lot of language problems in your narrative sentences, and your dialogue is boring. The characters you portray are pale and cold, without the slightest hint of human life. Your work does not have any depth of thought, let alone give readers the slightest sense of expectation to read, so to speak, reading your article is not a pleasure for readers, but a kind of sin! ”

Zhang Mingyuan's words came out like a cannon.

Every word and sentence is tantamount to a bullet, striking Yuan Yan to the ground.

However, he couldn't argue with Zhang Mingyuan.

What is the dispute?

Zhang Mingyuan is one of the few literary critics in China, and his authority is still very great, if his evaluation of his works comes out tonight, it is estimated that many people will regard him as a stern conclusion on his yuan.

Is it really that bad what I write?

Yuan Yan thought to himself suspiciously.

Facing Zhang Mingyuan's powerful aura, Yuan Yan found that he didn't even have the confidence to go crazy on the spot.

He hated Zhang Mingyuan very much, but he believed that if he argued with Zhang Mingyuan here about his work now, Zhang Mingyuan would refute him to the point where he could refute him completely.

"Dean Zhang, the works I write are all experimental works of the postmodernist school, which are still very different from traditional literary works......" Yuan Yanyan's head was a little sweaty, weakly distinguishing for himself.

"No matter how postmodern, no matter how experimental the works, I just ask you, is what you write for others to see?" Zhang Mingyuan asked sharply.

"Yes." Yuan Yan said.

"Since it's intended to be read to readers, it's troublesome not to pretend to be deep when writing, let alone pretend to be profound, to make the words clear, so that people can understand and understand, this is the most basic requirement for a writer, if you can't even do this, then it's still a little self-aware, don't spoil the text anymore!" Zhang Mingyuan said sharply.

"Since it is post-modern experimental writing, it will naturally be a little more difficult to understand, and if the reader studies it carefully, he will definitely be able to read it and be moved!" Yuan Yan was forced to the edge of the cliff, and under the annoyance and anger, his speech became sharp.

"Huh! What are you kidding, if you scribble casually, it is postmodern, it is innovative experimental writing, it is a masterpiece with profound connotations, then I estimate that the world's biggest writer should be a psychopath! Zhang Mingyuan laughed.

"Okay, don't argue about this issue, eat and drink, talk about Fengyue, this is the theme of tonight, isn't it, what literary value is arguing, isn't this self-inflicted?" Zhang Yi started a round.

"Chairman Zhang, let me finish what I just said, I agree with Comrade Yanyan's sentence 'The market is the great enemy of literature', in fact, my interpretation of this sentence is like this......" Zhang Mingyuan threw aside the defeated Yuan Yan and began to express his own opinion.

His main points are as follows:

First, under the temptation of market interests, many writers are too impetuous, always wanting to finish their works quickly, and then make profits.

Second, creation is for sharing, and if a work wants to play its own value, it must conquer the hearts of more readers, so that they can spend money on books with sincerity. From this point of view, the work has been on a mission to conquer the market from the day it was born! (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)