Chapter 121

After the tomb robbery notes are over, Wang Fan decides to broadcast the Murder of the Orient Express live.

However, I believe it will take a long time to broadcast the book, because the tomb robbery notes are still a long way from the end.

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On this day, Wang Fan wrote at home that the online game is unparalleled in the world, and there is another story of the journey of Piaomiao, and in the middle of writing, Wang Fan suddenly received a phone call, which was called by the president of the writers' association.

"Hello?"

"Wang Fan, do you have time to come to the association at two o'clock this afternoon?"

Wang Fan heard the words of the president of the association on the phone, subconsciously glanced at the computer screen, and saw a pile of manuscripts displayed on the computer screen, Wang Fan said very indifferently: "I have time."

"It's great to have time, come to the association at two o'clock, have a meeting." Hearing Wang Fan say that he had time, the president of the Writers' Association was very happy.

"OK" After Wang Fan said this, he hung up the phone.

Wang Fan did not ask the president of the Writers' Association what kind of meeting it was when it was held at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Wang Fan felt that it was better to write more novels to understand the content of the conference now.

With this thought, Wang Fan continued to write novels, and paragraphs of text were written by Wang Fan, and the pitch-black words slowly appeared on a blank document.

Time passed slowly in the middle of writing, and before I knew it, it was half past one in the afternoon, and at this time Wang Fan stopped pressing his fingers on the keyboard.

After looking at the time, Wang Fan stretched his fingers, then turned off the computer and got up to go to the office of the Writers' Association.

Ten minutes later, Wang Fan got on the overcrowded bus. It was another ten minutes for Wang Fan to come to the office of the Writers' Association, in the office of the Writers' Association. Wang Fan saw a group of people, and Wang Fan felt familiar with this group of people.

In fact, in the past year, Wang Fan has several relationships with the members of these writers' associations, but Wang Fan does not remember their names, it can be said that the members of the writers' association now know Wang Fan, but Wang Fan does not know the members of these writers' associations.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Wang Fan's mouth. I walked in from the door of the writers' association, and after walking in, I raised my hand and waved my hand, and greeted these familiar people.

Seeing Wang Fan stretching out his hand to say hello, some of the members of the Writers' Association also raised their heads to say hello, and some nodded to Wang Fan.

Wang Fan walked to the depths of the office, saw the president of the Writers' Association, looked at the president of the Writers' Association, Wang Fan smiled and asked, "What kind of meeting is this two-o'clock meeting?"

"The content of this meeting is to discuss the development of alcohol in our writers' association this year. There are other questions about the writers' association. The president of the association looked at Wang Fan and said with a smile: "Specific things, I will officially explain them when the meeting starts later."

Hearing this, Wang Fan nodded.

found a place to sit down, Wang Fan wanted to be a beautiful man quietly, but within a few seconds of Wang Fan sitting down, several people came forward to say hello.

These people are members of the association, and their faces are also familiar to Wang Fan. They all knew Wang Fan, but Wang Fan didn't know them.

"Hello Wang Fan." Among a few people. A tall and thin writer stood up and greeted Wang Fan and said.

"Hello." Wang Fan greeted these people with a smile and said.

In the face of the etiquette of greeting people he doesn't know, Wang Fan still did a good job.

"Wang Fanda, I'm your fan, can you give me an autograph." The man said, pulling out a notebook and a pen out of nowhere.

"Signature." Wang Fan was a little surprised.

"Uh-huh. Wang Fan, I'm a fan of yours. Seeing Wang Fan's surprised expression, the writer hurriedly said.

"Okay, if you want to sign it, I'll sign it for you." Wang Fan said this, took the paper and brush, and signed his name.

After signing. Xiong, a few other writers standing beside Wang Fan, didn't know where to take out paper and pens, and began to ask Wang Fan for autographs.

The two writers Wang Fan also gave autographs, and after giving autographs, Wang Fan had a smile on the corner of his mouth. And the writers, after getting the autographs, left happily.

Looking at the figures of several writers leaving, a strange sense of honor appeared in Wang Fan's heart.

After this sense of honor arose in Wang Fan's heart, Wang Fan only felt extremely comfortable.

From the heart to the body, a vivid feeling of refreshment filled Wang Fan's whole body.

Now that even writers have fans of mine, it's a really good feeling. After a few writers who wanted to sign had gone away, Wang Fan closed his eyes, as if he was reminiscing.

This happy time always flies quickly, and before you know it, ten minutes have passed.

Ten minutes later, the president of the Writers' Association walked to the conference room of the Writers' Association with all the members of the Writers' Association, including Wang Fan, the vice president.

A group of people were taking their seats in the conference room, and after everyone was sitting down, the president of the Writers' Association began to explain why the Writers' Association held the meeting this time.

"In the new year, the new weather, the Writers' Association has experienced another year of ups and downs, in the previous year's ups and downs, we have produced Wang Fan, the vice president of the Writers' Association, his achievements are obvious to all, it can be said that with the addition of Vice President Wang Fan, we have made the Writers' Association from the calm backwater, began to have signs of resurrection."

The president of the Writers' Association said this in one breath, and after taking a breath, he continued: "Especially in the last year, Wang Fan also quarantined some bags in our city, and that reform can be said to be very successful, and that reform made our Writers' Association have more outstanding works than in 10,000 years, and the income of collaborators is in the midst of the reform, and they have improved. This is progress, which is caused by Wang Fan's joining. ”

"Come, let's give Wang Fan a round of applause." After saying this, the president of the association took the lead and began to applaud.

In an instant, countless people in the conference room of the Writers' Association applauded Wang Fan, and Wang Fan listened to the sound of applause, and a smile appeared at best, to be polite, polite.

"Last year, we did a good job, and this year, we have to maintain the same vitality as the previous year." The president of the writers' association looked at the conference room, and dozens of writers said solemnly: "Do you have the confidence to maintain the results of the previous year, or even make even better results than the previous year?"

"Yes." The members of the Writers' Association, when they heard this, glanced at Wang Fan, and when they saw Wang Fan with a smile on the corner of their mouths, they all said it with confidence in their hearts. (To be continued......)