Wang Yang came out of his room, he met the hotel staff in the corridor, and after inquiring about the location of the luxury suite No. 1088 where Xuecong was located, he followed the look, and when he arrived at the door of the room, he saw that the room was full of men, and after Xuecong saw him, he quickly stood up with a smile.

"The sword god."

Blood condensation said a word, Wang Yang hurriedly walked in with a smile, and he quickly began to greet everyone in the room and know each other.

"Sword God, guess who I am?" A chubby young man with black-rimmed glasses, about twenty-three or fourteen years old, was staring at Wang Yang with a smile on his face.

"You're - villa dust!"

Of course, Wang Yang recognized who this little Zhengtai was, it was Fu Ruochen, the author of "Martial God Space", a young writer who became a god with a book, he had already asked Uncle Nanshan for a photo in the cabbage group before, and he remembered the appearance of the villa dust very deeply.

"Damn, you really recognized me right away."

"Sword God, what about me?" A white-faced brother about thirty years old, he smiled at Wang Yang.

"Laughing Arguments!"

"Great God Wei Xiaobao!"

"Jun Luohua God!"

"Time Sand!"

It turns out that here are: Blood Condensation, Fu Ruochen, Xiao Analects, Wei Xiaobao, Jun Luohua, Time Sha, Remnant Sword, Zhang Junbao, Sniper, Lao Wang, a total of ten three-star, and even four-star writers.

Except for the sniper and Lao Wang, Wang Yang has never chatted in the group at all, and the remaining eight are all active parties that often bubble up in the group, and he has also seen the photos, and he recognized them at once, and basically the works are very familiar.

Therefore, Wang Yang hurriedly asked Lao Wang: "Brother Wang, you are also surnamed Wang?" ”

Lao Wang smiled and nodded, he also introduced himself: "I specialize in writing novels in the entertainment industry, and I should have read the recent new book "Superstar of the Prosperous World", right?" ”

"I'll go, you're the old man who pushes the mad demon?"

Lao Wang was also dizzy when he heard this, and he nodded a little embarrassed.

"I like to read the entertainment you write the most. Novels, you are the Lanling Xiaoxiao in my mind. ”

"Thank you, thank you."

Many people don't know who Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is, but for writers, they are not good writers if they haven't read "Golden Vase Plum".

"Hello Sword God, I'm a sniper."

"Sniper, you are the CS competitive god part-time writer, a super competitive god who has achieved platinum works in a book of "Sniper God"!"

"I'll go, Sword God, you've done your homework."

The sniper laughed happily as well.

After everyone got to know each other, they all sat down and chatted seriously.

Mainly this time it is based on Wang Yang's works, on the one hand, it is to deepen mutual understanding, and on the other hand, Wang Yang's books are too distinctive, and they are too amazing, and they also have a lot of questions to ask.

"After you wrote it for the first time, we all thought you were an old man in your forties and fifties, but who knew that you were actually an 18-year-old child, which really surprised us! You're deliberately spoofing the style, right? ”

"Haha, I thought so at the time, and deliberately imitated the strokes of some older people."

"We've watched "Xiao Cui Says Things", so let's not talk about the first time, let's talk about your new book "Tibetan Code"."

"Okay, I've been getting a Kavin lately."

"The Tibetan mastiff ...... in your "Tibetan Code""

Everyone just exchanged words with me, chatting for more than two hours, all of them were discussing Wang Yang's works, everyone said very different feelings after reading, and put forward some suggestions, these things really made Wang Yang have a feeling of brightness, and he also saw the different understandings of each god for literature.

The circle of blood coagulation is relatively harmonious, and the most important point is that the age is generally under 30 years old, and the oldest Zhang Junbao is only 34 years old, and almost every author is young and ambitious.

And when everyone communicated, there was no obstacle at all, and there was no phenomenon of literati being contemptuous, this is the atmosphere that Wang Yang prefers, they are all more restrained and wise, but his edge is a little exposed.

If it is said that in the chat, Wang Yang and Fu Ruochen chatted more openly, and the two of them had a bit of the taste of fellow practitioners.

The so-called like-minded people were talking about his literary movie "Early Spring", but they suddenly fell to the top of the pickle girl.

The topic changed too quickly, and the lively atmosphere subsided all of a sudden, leaving only Fu Ruochen, Shi Sha, Lao Wang and Wang Yang. Lewd. People, in the exchange of the way of pickling girls.

As soon as he talked about this, Wang Yang hurriedly opened his mouth to talk about the party.

"No. 7, after the annual meeting is over, can you enjoy your face and participate in my god party?"

"You're going to be on your stomach, what's so tough."

"Banyan Tree Resort, supermodel banquet, just the number of people we have here, plus a group of friends from Uncle Nanshan."

"Wow, everyone, our sword god really showed the big sword this time!"

"Haha......"

Wang Yang said, everyone's faces were very different, but they all still gave faces one after another to express their participation, but if they didn't play, they would say another thing, anyway, Wang Yang would not be reluctant to invite guests.

That night, everyone showed up in the hotel restaurant in droves.

As Wang Yang imagined, a total of about 200 great god writers who came to attend the annual meeting this time were almost divided into seven or eight groups of people to chat together, including the editorial team, but they did not gather together, and they were scattered on different tables.

However, it is Wang Yang's table, and he is fortunate to bring the editor-in-chief of 314 over, including Wang Yang's editor-in-chief Yang Xian, who is also sitting here.

As soon as 314 and Yang Xian left, Wang Yang looked at the group of people sitting on Fu Haidong's side, and he said, "You don't know, when I was reporting today, I met an ugly guy and mocked me in front of the receptionist. ”

"Fu Haidong?" Fu Ruochen turned his head and looked over and said.

Wang Yang nodded, he touched his chin, and said, "Fu Haidong's family is very poor, why are there so many people gathered next to him?" ”

"People gather by like, Fu Haidong's side are all newcomers formed by them, and the annual meeting does not mean that only the great god is invited, but also newcomers with high potential." Hemagglutination explained.

"Oh, I see." Wang Yang understood.

"Huh." Lao Wang laughed evilly, and he said to Wang Yang: "Sword God, do you want to be angry?" ”

"How?"

"You go over directly now, just chat with the newcomers next to Fu Haidong, anyway, it's just bragging, accept them as junior brothers, and slap them in the face directly."

"Can I do it?"

When Wang Yang heard this, he was a little disagreeing.

Zhang Junbao said with a smile: "Sword God, just call us Sword God all the time, it means that we believe in your braggart talent, and most importantly, you don't believe in the face slapping skills of the city god Lao Wang, this is not slapping Lao Wang's face!" ”

"Fuck your uncle, Zhang Junbao, don't hack me, your "Super Teacher" is a classic textbook for urban slapping in the face."

Just when they were arrogating, Wang Yang stood up and really rushed to Fu Haidong's side.

Zhang Junbao and Lao Wang were dumbfounded.

"I'm joking." Lao Wang's mouth opened wide. (To be continued.) )