Just when Wang Defu watched coldly, he finally saw a character who could barely be regarded as a "young writer" appear, and the other party seemed to be quite popular in the writers' association.

This "young writer" looks only in his early thirties, wears a very modern and fashionable coat, and the hairstyle on his head is also very exquisite, he does not wear glasses, although his appearance is a little ordinary, but after such a dress, he naturally gives people the feeling of an advanced writer, unlike some new writers, this time he is still wearing a long shirt that was popular in the old era, which makes people feel that the other party is an old-style literati at a glance.

In this era when the New Culture Movement is becoming more and more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the old style of literati has become more and more unpopular.

It's just that I don't know what the origin of this "young writer" is, when he arrived, those old-fashioned literati wearing long robes actually surrounded him, like a group of licking dogs.

Wang Defu heard the greetings between them and this "young writer", and probably knew that this "young writer" was actually a veteran member of the writers' association, and already had the title of "intermediate writer", and he was widely connected in the literary world, and he was also a judge of several small literary awards.

The name of this "young writer" is Wang Xiaocheng, born in a local scholarly family in Suzhou, since he was a child, he has relied on his family connections to emerge in the literary world, and he began to publish articles in newspapers and magazines when he was in junior high school, mostly in current reviews, he seems to be very keen to publish articles to discuss hot current affairs, and in the Internet era, this person is a proper public intellectual.

Wang Xiaocheng actually doesn't have many works that he can handle, but he has the power to comment on other people's works, and it is natural that he is held by a group of authors who do not even have the title of "junior writer" in the writers' association.

And he, who is accustomed to being held by the stars, just doesn't smile at everyone's greetings at this time, maybe in his eyes, this group of new members of the Writers' Association are all small characters who are not worthy of his attention at all.

This time, Wang Xiaocheng participated in this "Young Writers Forum", almost to pretend to be forced, because he is a senior figure in the writers' association, and he has the title of "intermediate writer" that he is proud of, so why is he indifferent to these newcomers?

He felt that this was all a normal operation, because as long as he participated in these newcomer activities, he looked like he couldn't do it, as if he was the mainstay of the entire writers' association.

Wang Xiaocheng directly found the tour guide who led many writers to visit the garden this time, and said condescendingly: "Tour guide, hurry up and count the number of people, you can set off when you are ready, as for those who are late, don't care, I will report directly to the secretary general, like this kind of member who does not even participate in the first collective activity, or directly kick out of the writers' association." ”

The tour guide was very uncomfortable by Wang Xiaocheng's condescending attitude, but he couldn't help but slander, it seems that you are also more than ten minutes late, right?

However, the tour guide naturally did not dare to offend the writers who were quite energetic in this era, so he could only follow Wang Xiaocheng's instructions and prepare to count the number of people.

Wang Xiaocheng only noticed Wang Defu who was secretly observing alone at this time, but he didn't know Wang Defu at all, after all, the only people who could recognize Wang Defu at a glance were probably those who were still in school and readers who had read the magazine "Red Rose".

Wang Xiaocheng saw that Wang Defu was a student, and couldn't help frowning and walked up, and said condescendingly: "The Writers' Association visited the garden, and the idle people let go, and the number of people will be counted immediately, so don't delay the statistics here." ”

Wang Xiaocheng exudes a strong sense of superiority as a writer, and of course has a huge psychological advantage over a guy like Wang Defu, who is a college student at first glance.

However, Wang Defu smiled indifferently and said gently: "I am also a new member of the Writers Association. ”

Wang Xiaocheng was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look Wang Defu up and down, obviously surprised that the new member of the Writers' Association was actually a college student who was less than thirty years old.

Before Wang Xiaocheng could say anything, the nearest old-style literati in a long shirt who looked very poor and sour at first glance couldn't help but say: "What are you doing here, you student baby, you said you are a new member, why don't you say hello to Director Wang?" ”

It turns out that Wang Xiaocheng is still a director of the Suzhou Writers Association, in fact, only members with the title of "senior writer" are eligible to be directors, but Wang Xiaocheng, an "intermediate writer", can become a director, which shows that his background is indeed not small.

Wang Defu was choked by this old-style literati, and he was not angry, but still responded very indifferently: "As a new member, how can I know Director Wang, in fact, I don't know anyone who came to participate in this event today." ”

The old-style literati immediately laughed and said: "You student baby, you lied and deceived yourself, our writers' association is not so easy to enter, you say that you don't know anyone, then there is no one who even recommended you to join the association?" Like this time, many of the new members were recommended by Director Wang. ”

With the laughter of the old-style literati, many new members also came to watch, and for a while, Wang Defu, who was originally a cold bystander, actually became the center of the crowd.

Ordinary people will definitely be a little uncomfortable when they become the center of the crowd, but Wang Defu has long been used to all this, so his attitude, from beginning to end, is very indifferent.

With such a bearing, as well as his handsome appearance, this group of "young writers" nodded secretly, feeling that this person was not an ordinary person.

Wang Xiaocheng stretched out his hand and motioned for the literati named "Kong Jiaren" to shut up, and then still dragged and asked, "What's your name?" ”

Wang Defu naturally replied: "I'm Wang Defu, in fact, I don't know how to join the Writers Association in Suzhou, it should be my friend Zhu Moche who recommended me." ”

When Wang Defu reported his name, Wang Xiaocheng's unbearable appearance finally retracted a little, and the old-style literati Kong Jiaren, who questioned Wang Defu before, his smile was frozen on his face, he took advantage of others not paying attention, secretly stayed away from Wang Xiaocheng, and then skillfully hid among the new members who gathered around......

However, when Wang Xiaocheng heard the name "Zhu Moche", a trace of disgust obviously flashed on his face, and he couldn't help but say: "It turns out that you are that Wang Defu, aren't you happy to be a dog for a woman?" ”