Chapter 173: He should be expelled from the literary circle

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Of course, Yuan Yan knew Xiao Fei. β—ŽAlthough I have never seen a real person, Xiao Fei's photos have appeared more than once in the Central Plains Evening News, and they are all clear and large photos.

When he said this, he made it clear that he wanted to disgust Xiao Fei.

It's just a yellow-mouthed child who has not dried up, and there is really nothing to do.

"Forgive me for being clumsy, who is this gentleman?" Xiao Fei asked Zhang Yi next to him with an indifferent smile.

He really didn't know who Yuan Yan was. But these words sounded in Yuan Yan's ears, but it was a serious violation and provocation: I, a well-known writer in this province and the next dean of the Provincial Academy of Literature, actually asked me in such a tone? It's really unsophisticated!

Shouldn't you have stood up respectfully and asked gently?

He snorted coldly, his brows furrowed, and the anger on his face was undisguised.

However, he didn't speak, listening to how Zhang Yi introduced himself.

"Haha! Lao Yuan, this kid is not a younger nephew in anyone's family here, his name is Xiao Fei, the author of "Walking Fish on Land", the columnist of the local essay of the Central Plains Evening News, and he has been in the limelight in the literary circles of Hexi Province recently, you don't know, right? Zhang Yi said to Yuan Yan with a smile.

Zhang Yi naturally knows what kind of virtue Yuan Yan is, not long ago, after Xiao Fei's interview on the Central Plains Evening News came out, Yuan Yan personally called himself, and wanted to unite himself to put pressure on the harvest and ask the harvest to remove Xiao Fei's works!

It's just a villain with a small belly.

I can't do it myself, and I can't see young people stand out, and I'm getting old. Jealousy is still so strong. Isn't that interesting? It's just going to make people look down on it even more, right?

Zhang Yi sneered in his heart, but he only made a brief introduction to Xiao Fei.

"Humph! Xiao Fei? I'm so sorry. Forgive me for being so unheard, I really haven't heard of this little character! Yuan Yan said coldly. His eyes are above the top, his nostrils are sky-high, and he is full of pride.

Zhang Yi smiled, ignored him, and said to Xiao Fei again: "This is the famous writer and vice president of the Provincial Academy of Literature. ”

Oh! It turned out that he was Yuan Grim.

Xiao Fei was a little abrupt, he knew something about Yuan Yan in his previous life, although he had never dealt with him directly, but Xiao Fei still knew what kind of person he was.

This man is a literary bastard.

He's been camping all his life.

His drill camp has been a success.

In his previous life, Yuan Yan became the dean of the Faculty of Letters. Later, I wanted to be the chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, but my own strength was not strong enough, and I couldn't make it in the end.

By 2012, Yuan Yan will be investigated for some corruption and bribery incidents in the infrastructure of the Faculty of Arts.

If someone hadn't helped him from behind, he might have fallen headlong into it and ended up ruined.

Although Yuan Yan was not friendly to him, Xiao Fei didn't plan to make trouble with him, so he stood up with a smile and said, "It turned out to be Teacher Yuan Yan. The daimyo has long heard of it, and it has been longing for it for a long time. ”

That's a good thing to say.

Listening to the ears of Zhang Mingyuan, Zhang Yi and others, both of them were very emotional: It is very rare to have such a generous spirit at a young age!

Compared with Yuan Grim. This is a high disparity in life.

Everyone was watching Yuan's grim reaction to see how this guy responded. As a "famous writer" and the vice president of the Provincial Academy of Literature, you should have a bit of grace, right?

Yuan Yan glanced at Xiao Fei. He was very surprised by Xiao Fei's gesture.

Young people shouldn't be so old, right? Anyway, I have to overreact a little bit.

"Humph!"

He snorted again in his nose, and didn't even look at Xiao Fei. began to talk to Fu Mingde, who was sitting on the side.

Fu Mingde didn't say anything, but he was a little unhappy in his heart. The heart said, this performance is too much, right?

According to the rules of social occasions, juniors say hello, no matter what, they have to take the initiative to shake hands, say a few words of greeting, and encourage them, right? Looking at Yuan's grim performance, he directly ignored Xiao Fei.

The crowd is here.

Fu Mingde began to order food and drinks.

Zhang Mingyuan pulled Xiao Fei and began to discuss his works.

The dishes in the garden restaurant are still relatively fast, and it will not be long before a table full of sumptuous delicacies will be placed on the table.

It stands to reason that Fu Mingde, who is the east, should say a few words at this time, and everyone will have a banquet together.

But just as Fu Mingde stood up and was about to speak, Yuan Yan coughed twice and took out a copy of the harvest from the bag he was carrying.

"Bang!"

He slapped the book on the table.

Everyone at the table looked at him, their brows furrowed, and they didn't know what this guy wanted to do.

Fu Mingde's intestines were all regretful, and he said in his heart, I am really full, why did I pull such a-stirring stick over, this product is specially smashed, right?

"Brother Yan, what are you ......?" Fu Mingde asked.

He didn't finish his words, but Yuan Yan had already opened the harvest and turned to Xiao Fei's "Literature is Dead, Please Burn Paper If You Have Something" at the back of the back, so that everyone present could read it.

"Let's take a look, this is Xiao Feifa's essay on the harvest, and let's see what he wrote! What bullshit! He actually claimed that 'literature is dead', literature is dead in his mind, why is he still writing novels? Why do you write articles? What should I do before it's too late? I really don't know how thick the sky is! Single-minded grandstanding! ”

The harvest of the new issue, not many people here have seen it.

Zhang Mingyuan squinted his eyes, the title was bold, it was still very eye-catching, and he said: "What does it mean that literature is dead?" It's quite a novel argument. ”

Zhang Yi said with a smile: "Since the harvest has been sent, then this article must have something to say, to a certain extent, to the point, I really want to read it." ”

Fu Mingde sat closest to Yuan Yan, he reached out and took the magazine in Yuan Yan's hand and began to read.

Xiao Fei smiled and didn't say anything, his point of view must be uncomfortable for a group of people to look at. This article has been published, so let's see the reaction of people in these circles.

A few thousand words of essays are still quite fast to read.

After reading it, Fu Mingde pondered for a while, he felt that what Xiao Fei wrote was indeed an intuitive reflection of today's domestic literary circles, and he wrote some strange status quo.

It's just that Fu Mingde still doesn't want to accept or believe many of the arguments in the article.

For example, traditional literature will eventually disappear, and online literature will rise in the near future, when writers will no longer be a sacred profession, and everyone can write and publish their own works on the Internet.

This idea is also a bit strange.

Fu Mingde naturally knows what the Internet is, but he never believes that such a troublesome new thing will penetrate into people's lives in a few years and develop into a new carrier of literature.

"I'll take a look." Zhang Mingyuan stretched out his hand and took the harvest magazine in Fu Mingde's hand.

But Yuan Yan Yan began to say loudly to Fu Mingde: "Brother Mingde, you have also read this article, do you think that the person who wrote this article is so nihilistic in literature, is it necessary to mix in the literary circle again?" Literature is dead in his mind, why is he still playing literature? In my opinion, such a person should be expelled from the circle of literature! ”

This rhetoric is not without heat.

This is to kill Xiao Fei with a stick! (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)