"What, I had an affair with Canghai, when did this happen? Zhang Qiuxi appeared at Jiangnan Airport, the mysterious man picked up the airport in a luxury car, which media is so unreliable that he doesn't even know such a big thing in the martial arts world, whether the luxury car is still the welcome car provided by the hotel. ”

"Jianghu Night Talk" has been published for 30 years, and it is a big deal in the field of martial arts, and the annual meeting has long been reported by the media.

"Who made you a star, and it's the age of ** female love, of course, as long as you come into contact with men, some people will gossip, and the world is watching with their eyes on whose house will your delicate flower fall in."

"What, aren't we all doing what ** women love to do every night, didn't I fall into your bed a long time ago." Zhang Qiuxi is talking nonsense, of course, it's not all nonsense.

Hung up the call with Hongdou Zhang Qiuxi came to the venue again, she didn't care about this scandal at all, she was afraid that the media had already been ridiculed when she thought she had caught the fierce news, who didn't know what she came to Jiangnan for.

"Teacher Xiqiu, I didn't expect me to be able to be in the newspaper." Obviously, Canghai already knew, and his face was full of crying and laughing expressions, and said: "Fortunately, my daughter-in-law knows that it is impossible for toads to eat swan meat, otherwise she will have to pay for the computer motherboard when she goes back." ”

"Sister-in-law is keeping pace with the times, the washboard has withdrawn from the stage of history and actually developed the second function of the motherboard, which is much more difficult than kneeling on the keyboard, right?"

The two of them came to the venue idly, this time the venue is a conference room specially set up by the hotel for business teams, the table in the conference room is not large, and the group can sit in a circle of about 20 people, and the others can only sit on the sofa in the back.

However, this is not very good, so when Zhang Qiuxi and Canghai came, the staff was still arranging, removing the table and putting chairs in rows, and setting up a lectern opposite, so that it was suitable and would not snub anyone.

"In addition to the current contracted writers, there are many seniors who have already sealed their pens will also participate, we have also invited Hua Yongsheng before, but unfortunately he refused because he was too old to travel long distances, but he gave us a word."

"Hua Yongsheng is also over ninety, and this age is indeed not suitable for walking." It's a pity that I can't see Hua Yongsheng Zhang Qiuxi, it's reasonable to think about it, not to mention that he has already understood it very thoroughly at his age, and he doesn't care much about the situation of martial arts novels.

Canghai went on to introduce: "Some of the veterans of our magazine will also attend, but it is just for the sake of the magazine that they have worked so hard to cheer for, and they are also downsipated by the martial arts novels that they had ideals at the beginning." ”

"Maybe it's because of a different state of mind." Older people always have something in common.

"That's true, I had an exchange with them before, and they gave people the feeling of going through vicissitudes, and they were more ambitious about the magazine, although they should be like this, but it's always a little embarrassing to see them completely let go."

Canghai has been sighing a lot now, Zhang Qiuxi joked: "A generation of new people for the old, if those seniors are still full of enthusiasm now, you have to mumble that you can't do anything." ”

"Unconsciously, I have also entered the editorial department for seven or eight years, maybe I will be like these predecessors in the future, now I look at the past in a blink of an eye, and it will be the same in the future, but I don't know if I can still have the merits of my predecessors, otherwise I will feel that time is wasted."

"In the future, when I write a book, I will call where the time has gone, and you can slowly sigh when the time comes, now hurry up and take a seat." The symposium is about to start, Zhang Qiuxi and Canghai are sitting in their own positions, and among the authors who are still writing books, the position is the highest.

The first two rows are the veterans of the magazine and the writers who have closed their pens, Zhang Qiuxi is sitting in the third row, she is also a heavyweight guest, and Canghai is its editor-in-charge, who has been acting as an assistant at the event to follow her.

"Thank you for coming, today is the 30th anniversary of the establishment of our Jianghu Night Talk magazine, and in the entire field of martial arts novels, the name Jianghu Night Talk also has a special meaning, which also benefits from the joint efforts of all authors and staff. Today we have invited the founder of this magazine to welcome him to address us. ”

After the host's brief opening remarks, he invited the trembling old gentleman, who already needed to walk on crutches, and his voice was full of energy, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said: "Where has the time gone?" ”

Zhang Qiuxi couldn't help but want to roll her eyes when she heard it, this was definitely eavesdropping on her small talk with Canghai just now, right? Whether it is a coincidence or a borrowing, it is very appropriate for the old gentleman to say this sentence, but this is not a question sentence but an affirmative sentence.

Looking back on the difficulties and joys of the past 30 years, the old gentleman talked more about the memory and reluctance of the magazine, almost more than ten minutes, and it was obvious that he was a little tired before he said: "Up to now, whether it is the magazine of Jianghu Night Talk or martial arts novels, the future development depends on you young people, I hope that our magazines and martial arts novels can create more brilliance." ”

The elders of the magazine gave speeches one after another, and then the real symposium, the oldest of these veterans is in his nineties, and the youngest is in his sixties, and everyone can say where the last sentence has gone.

Listening to their speeches, Zhang Qiuxi also began to think about how to speak when it was her turn to speak next, from the beginning she didn't think that this annual meeting was an easy thing, since she came, she still had to show an attitude.

The most troublesome part has passed, and yesterday afternoon she signed every reader who came to the annual meeting, and many staff and other writers also joined in the fun, making her tired enough.

Fortunately, compared to that signing meeting, the scale of more than 1,000 people is not large, and after signing the signing, they will not be directly tired and unable to move their fingers, if that is the case, it is estimated that they will have to call Li Yue and them to take care of her.

Although Canghai is acting as an assistant now, it is obvious that this kind of thing is not good, it's not that he can't do it, but Zhang Qiuxi won't be able to eat, don't talk about eating when the time comes, it's already good if he doesn't vomit out the inside of his stomach.

"The other writers wanted you to be the first to speak, but we still put you in the back, and this time everyone is focused on you, it's up to you."

"I'm under a lot of pressure when you say that." Zhang Qiuxi has no confidence in this, and if he disappoints everyone, there is no way. R1152