(PS: Well, there are still a few people in the group!! It means that the atmosphere in the group is still a little deserted, and people at the level of living treasures are welcome to join the group. At present, there are thirteen people in the group, which means that there are boys and girls. Feel free to chat with the group, thank you for joining the group 3Q. ）

Hearing the words of the members of the Writers' Association, Huang Shan shook his head and asked these members of the Writers' Association: "Do you recognize Wang Fan's strength?" ”

"Recognition!" All the members of the Writers Association nodded their heads, indicating that they all recognized Wang Fan.

"Since you agree with his literary prowess, then why do you persuade me! There is no doubt that Wang Fan has the strength to be the vice president of the association. As for the age you are talking about, age is such a thing as something that can be ignored in due course, isn't it? ”

After saying this to the members of the association, Huang Shan turned his head to look at Wang Fan, and asked Wang Fan seriously again: "Are you willing to be the vice president of the association?" ”

"Now, OK." Xu Hui and Liu Hui, the two people who targeted Wang Fan, stepped down, and Wang Fan had no reason to refuse to become the vice president of the Writers' Association.

"Okay, everyone celebrates with warm applause Wang Fan becoming the vice president of our writers' association." After Huang Shan finished speaking, he took the lead and applauded. The other members of the writers' association also clapped their hands when they saw the president's applause.

Xu Hui and Liu Hui, who were discouraged and were no longer the vice presidents of the Writers' Association but just ordinary members, also applauded. When these two people applauded, they looked at Wang Fan with extremely complicated eyes.

"Congratulations to you, Wang Fan, for becoming the vice president of the city's writers' association." Professor Hua stood up from the judges' seat and walked out of the judges' seat and gave Wang Fan a big hug.

"Thank you!" Wang Fan said to Professor Hua with a smile.

"You don't need to thank me, on the contrary, I have to thank you, because you wrote this wonderful poem of Mulan, and I can become the first person to browse this wonderful poem and be the first commentator of this wonderful poem." Professor Hua let go of his hand, took two steps back, looked at Wang Fan and shook his head and said.

"If it weren't for you, Wang Fan, who wrote such wonderful Mulan poems, I wouldn't have directly given you the position of vice president of the Writers' Association." Huang Shan said to Wang Fan with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, President Huangshan." With a smile on the corner of Wang Fan's mouth, he said to Huang Shandao, the head of the association.

"Looking forward to your new work." Huang Shan, the president of the association, smiled at Wang Fan.

"Looking forward to it as well." Professor Hua's old face was full of smiles.

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Everyone, after going to have a Chinese meal together, separated. Many of the members of the Writers' Association, as well as Professor Hua, drove back in their own cars.

Wang Fan was invited by Huang Shan, the president of the Writers' Association, and sat in the car of President Huangshan and went to the Writers' Association together.

The location of the city's writers' association is an office building with more than ten floors, and there are many people in this office building, walking in it.

"Our writers' association is on the sixth floor of this office building." Taking the car to the office building, Huang Shan pointed to the office building in front of him and said.

"Yes." Wang Fan nodded.

Then the two of them took the elevator to the sixth floor.

Coming to the sixth floor, Wang Fan saw the true appearance of the Zuoxie.

In the Writers' Association, rows of bookshelves are arranged, and published books are quietly placed on the shelves.

"What are these books?" Wang Fan looked at the books on the shelves in front of him and asked Huang Shan.

"These books are all books published by the predecessors of the Writers' Association, as well as the current members of the Writers' Association." Huang Shan explained to Wang Fan with a smile.

"There are so many, several bookshelves are full, there should be hundreds of them!" Wang Fan walked to a bookshelf, touched the bookshelf made of wood, turned to Huang Shan and asked.

"There are 363 books on these shelves. But with your joining, there will be two more books here, which is three hundred and sixty-five books. ”

"Amazing, there are more than 300 books published in the Writers' Association!" Wang Fan exclaimed.

Hearing Wang Fan's exclamation, Huang Shan shook his head with a smile and said: "On these shelves, there are books that are popular in the market, not all the books published in the Writers' Association. ”

"Not all?" Wang Fan turned his head to Huang Shan and asked suspiciously: "How many books are published in the Writers' Association?" ”

"It takes about five published books to get a best-selling book. There are three hundred and sixty-four books on the shelves, and multiplying these three hundred and sixty-four by five is about the entire number of books published in the Writers' Association. Huang Shan said with a smile.

"So much!" When Wang Fan heard Huang Shan's words, he was shocked. After being shocked, I calculated in my heart and found that the number after multiplying by five had already exceeded 1,500 copies.

Swallowing his saliva and suppressing his shock, Wang Fan secretly thought in his heart, I am a person who has carried another earth king, hundreds of millions of books and literature, and this writer's association only has less than 2,000 published books, I don't need to be shocked at all, don't be shocked.

After calming down with the method of silent recitation, Wang Fan asked Huang Shan: "President Huang Shan, I don't have any questions now, what responsibilities do I have to bear as the vice president of the Writers' Association?" Also What is my reward for winning first place in the competition? ”

"Responsibilities and rewards!" Huang Shan touched his chin and thought quietly for a while before saying: "Becoming the vice president of the Writers' Association, in fact, you don't have to bear any responsibility at all. As long as you don't resign, not only do you not have to take responsibility, but you can also enjoy the benefits of the vice president of the Writers' Association. As for the reward for you to win the first place, it is the position of vice president of the Writers' Association! ”

"What!"

No responsibility, free of charge. Wang Fan looked at Huangshan, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that there was such a good thing in the world.

"Don't show this look of disbelief, the vice president of the Writers' Association is usually fine. As the vice president of the Writers' Association, the welfare is to be able to receive free subsidies from the state. 3,000 yuan a month, which is about the same as a civil servant's salary in a month. Huang Shan said.

Hearing this, Wang Fan's high-spirited expression suddenly castrated.

Wang Fan also thought that becoming the first place in the Writers' Association competition and becoming the vice president would be the benefit of the vice president, for example, when publishing books in a publishing house, he could ask for higher royalties.

But I didn't expect that it would be a state subsidy.

Wang Fan said that as a person who earned 6.66 million manuscript fees in a few months, he really didn't look down on the free allowance of 3,000 yuan a month.

You must know that when he was in the magic capital, Wang Fan opened two top suites in a five-star hotel, and he spent 4,000 yuan.

The cost of that night's accommodation had already cost the country's 3,000 yuan allowance.

Huang Shan saw the change in Wang Fan's expression, and couldn't help but say: "Don't underestimate this state allowance, if you can't write a book that is moving, memorable, and a big seller in the future, the national allowance will become your lifesaver." ”

Hearing this, Wang Fan shook his head and said to Huang Shan with great confidence: "I will not become a writer who can't write novels, nor will I become a poet who runs out of inspiration." The pen in my hand will dance forever while I live!! ”