This young man started his career with short stories, so his income is not very high, but for young writers, he can be regarded as one of the best, so he is proud.

But he is not a member of the writers' association, he is also an entourage, it is the middle-aged man next to him who brought him, they are a city, it is a relationship between teachers and friends, I thought that this time I came out to see the world, but I didn't expect that there were a few people on the plane who looked younger than him, he thought they must also be entourage.

Beacon Fire was indeed an entourage, but he underestimated Beacon Fire.

After hearing the flowers of the Tang family, the man's face turned red, as if he was ashamed.

The middle-aged man beside him also looked at Chen Ping with a shocked expression, and when he saw that Chen Ping was looking at them, he quickly turned his head.

"People, you have to learn to look at yourself, and only by putting yourself in a clear position can you learn more. Is that right? "Fenghuo continued to make sarcastic remarks, your sister, dare to underestimate your brother, don't you see that there is still someone above your brother?

Many writers of the Writers' Association saw this scene on the plane, but they were helpless. None of the people present could surpass Chen Ping's achievements before the age of thirty.

Soon, the plane landed in Xiangjiang.

The organizer is the Chinese Writers Association, but there is no trend of easing cross-strait relations, so in order to avoid unnecessary disputes, the venue is set in Xiangjiang. At the same time, Xiangjiang's cultural and entertainment atmosphere is relatively strong, coupled with the great writer Mr. Jin Yong personally sitting in charge, Xiangjiang has naturally become the first choice for understandable.

The Xiangjiang side also sent a pick-up officer, and this group of writers from the mainland was not the first batch, and the writers from Baodao had already arrived yesterday.

Following the pick-up staff to the hotel, it is actually a four-star hotel, which shows Xiangjiang's respect for the literati.

The 11th is the opening ceremony of the forum, and the 12th is the official start time. At the end of the afternoon of the thirteenth, two or three outstanding writers will be selected to participate in an event, and Chen Ping has not been notified of what the specific activity is.

Activities with official participation have always been boring, and this is the experience of the general public.

After Chen Ping and his entourage were arranged into the hotel, the pick-up staff also specially told them. The security situation in Xiangjiang is a bit special, if it is not necessary, try to stay in the hotel at night and do not go out.

"Nima, what do you mean by something special? It's not good, it's not good, it's not a literati, your sister's, what she said is really tactful. "Beacon has long heard that women in Xiangjiang are very open, and on the way from the airport to the hotel, Beacon saw many young women dressed in sexy clothes. I was going to go out at night to see it, but I didn't expect to encounter such a warning.

"People like Ye Wudao have appeared in your pen, are you still afraid of a few gangsters? Why don't you take us out to see it? The three young men of the Tang family joked about the beacon fire.

Beacon Huo shrank his neck after hearing this, and glanced at the Tang family, "You are still a great god, you can't even tell the difference between fiction and reality, I'm really worried about your IQ." ”

"Alright. You don't have to be mainland here, it's better to be honest. Again. Tomorrow morning is the opening ceremony, and it is better to have a good rest in the evening. ”

This night, several people stayed in the hotel honestly.

The living habits in Xiangjiang are different from those in the mainland, and the breakfast here is basically eggs, bread and a cup of coffee or tea. A few people barely ate a little, and then followed the staff to the venue.

Zhao Changqing was the team leader and was on his way to the venue. Zhao Changqing introduced the general situation to everyone.

Because the forum was held in Xiangjiang, and there was also a great writer Mr. Jin Yong, the venue was arranged in the large conference room of Ming Pao Group. It has a strong cultural atmosphere, and with the status of Ming Pao in Xiangjiang, many media have also rushed to it. Therefore, Zhao Changqing asked the participants to be cautious in their words and deeds. The biggest difference between this and the mainland is freedom of speech, and those media dare to say anything, so as not to embarrass the mainland when they get to.

The old members of the writers' association all looked clear, only Chen Ping and a few of them, and some of the entourage brought by the writers seemed a little restrained.

After more than half an hour, it was almost ten o'clock, and everyone came to the venue.

It is not as luxurious as everyone imagined, and the large conference room can only accommodate twenty or thirty people to sit, and the antique decoration in the conference room, coupled with the greenery in the corner, can be regarded as a place for literati to gather.

At the opening ceremony at half past ten, the Director of the Cultural Affairs Department of Hong Kong and Mr. Jin Yong jointly delivered a speech, announcing the process of the forum, and then announced the beginning, the afternoon was the author salon held by the Cultural Affairs Department, to put it bluntly, everyone sat together to drink tea and chat, and the atmosphere was relatively relaxed.

Because it was the first time to leave the country, Chen Ping and the others almost didn't know anyone, and even the writers who were traveling with them couldn't recognize a few people, so the five of them formed a small circle of their own, talking and laughing in their own places.

Just when a few people were chatting, an old gentleman suddenly walked over, the old gentleman was thick, full of wealth, with a golden eye on the bridge of his nose, and he looked quite literati.

Just when Chen Ping and the others were surprised, the old gentleman suddenly smiled and spoke, like Miller descending into the world.

"How many friends are Internet writers from the mainland?"

"Yes, you are?"

Beacon glanced at the old gentleman and shook his head, but still moved his body to give the old gentleman a seat. Unexpectedly, the old gentleman shook his head at the beacon fire and said, "This position is not enough for me to sit alone." ”

Fenghuo was stunned, looked at the old gentleman's figure carefully, and then smiled, suddenly got up, walked to the side of the third young man of the Tang family, and sat on the armrest of his sofa.

Throughout the room, only Fenghuo sat alone on the armrest of the sofa, and this move even attracted criticism from fat people.

"Who is this young man? Why is it so Meng Lang? ”

"I don't know, depending on the age, it should be a junior brought by a writer, alas, young people, it's rough."

……

The old gentleman smiled when he saw that Beacon Huo looked like he was concerned about my bird, then sat down and said to Beacon, "The young man is good. ”

Chen Ping and the others were very curious about this person, and I am afraid that only this one was the oldest of all the authors present, just imagine. In the entire Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan region, only Mr. Jin Yong can participate in the author forum at such a high level. But the legendary old Mr. Jin Yong's figure doesn't seem to be so 'rich', right?

"Don't be too busy asking who I am. I'm old, and I'm old and old, so I have a few questions I want to ask you, is that okay? ”

The old gentleman himself said that he relied on the old and sold the old, which made Chen Ping and the others feel good in their hearts. Besides, the old gentleman is really old, and the elders don't dare to disobey when they ask.

"Last year, many media in the mainland reported the views of traditional literary writers on online novels, and even criticized online novels for not being classified as literature at all, what do you think?"

Since several people didn't know the true identity of this old gentleman, they were a little hesitant and didn't know how to answer.

The old gentleman didn't seem to be in a hurry, so he looked at a few people quietly. Wait for an answer.

"No matter what anyone says, the fact that we're here is the best proof, isn't it?" In the end, Chen Ping opened his mouth and did not express his opinion, but also let the old gentleman get an answer.

The old gentleman nodded slightly, and asked again: "Some people also say that the content of online novels is too YY and too straightforward." No connotation, no substance. It can even mislead readers in some ways, what do you think? ”

……

Chen Ping and the others don't know the old gentleman in front of them, but it doesn't mean that other authors don't know each other. Zhao Changqing is the leader of the mainland writers team, and he is also the executive director of the Writers Association, and the writers who chat with him must be the most influential and representative, after chatting with Jin Yong, Qiong Yao and other writers. Only then did Zhao Changqing find the old man sitting next to Chen Ping, his expression was startled, and he walked quickly towards here.

When I first came to Chen Ping, I wanted to say hello to the old man, but I saw the old man waving to him. Zhao Changqing was silent for a moment, standing beside several people.

Chen Ping and the others are thinking about the old man's question, this question is too tricky, as an Internet writer, he can't just admit it, right? Doesn't this mean that online novels are indeed not in the stream and cannot be put on the stage? Isn't this a slap in the face! However, it cannot be directly refuted, most of the writers here are traditional literary writers, and if they refute it directly, it is tantamount to provoking a war.

The authors who found Zhao Changqing and the old man were very curious, who are these young people, and they can actually be accompanied by two influential writers, it seems that the old man seems to be still taking the school exam?

Before you know it, those writers are slowly moving closer to here.

Jin Yong accompanied several famous writers from the treasure island out of the single room, and when he saw a group of writers gathered together, he was immediately curious and walked over with several writers from the treasure island.

Seeing Mr. Jin Yong coming, many young writers took the initiative to get out of the way and let them in. After coming in, Jin Yong found the old man sitting on the sofa, as well as a few young people who were contemplating, and even saw Zhao Changqing standing next to him with a puzzled face, which made Jin Yong even more curious, and only after asking in a whisper did he know the old man's question. Immediately smiled mysteriously, didn't speak, just stood aside and waited.

More than ten minutes passed, and the blood red people frowned, but they still didn't dare to speak.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Fenghuo's eyes, and he was about to speak, but he was pulled by Chen Ping, looking at Chen Ping puzzledly, only to find that Chen Ping's face looked relaxed, and it seemed that he already had an answer, so Fenghuo put away the anger in his chest and waited for Chen Ping to speak.

Chen Ping's actions were naturally seen by the onlookers, and Chen Ping also discovered the onlookers, but he didn't have stage fright, because he already had the answer in his heart.

"What does the old gentleman think of the four famous novels?"

didn't answer, but asked a straight question, which immediately made the onlookers a little dissatisfied.

"When the elders ask, how can there be a reason not to ask first, it's really ignorant."

"Young people, young and vigorous, understandable."

……

Although their discussion was very small, within a limited range, Chen Ping still heard it clearly, but he didn't react, and still looked at the old man with a smile.

The old man didn't expect Chen Ping to ask such a question, and suddenly smiled: "The four famous novels, you can know their influence by listening to the name, and I don't dare to comment on it." ”

"Then would you like to hear what kind of books are the four famous books in the kid's heart?" (To be continued......)