"But I've already serialized them all in Loren Anderson, they've already read them all, will I pay for a copy of the story I've already read?"

Master Loren smiled: "Of course, a good story is always worth reading many times, and several Loren Anderson books are read together, and the experience is always not as good as a whole book." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"In that case, then I do. Maier thought about it for a moment and agreed, and it didn't hurt him anyway.

It's always good to have an extra source of income for nothing.

When Mel returned home, an invitation was suddenly sent to the door, a banquet hosted by an aristocracy, and he hoped that Mel would attend, along with a number of other writers.

Probably a lover of literature.

But Mel had no intention of going, first, because he would not be in any good place to attend such a party, and second, because he did not know any of the people at the banquet, and how embarrassing it was to go.

Moreover, this kind of party is generally prone to bad things, especially if you are a new writer, who is in the limelight, maybe someone will look at you unpleasantly and deliberately make trouble for yourself.

It is a very normal phenomenon that literati are contemptuous.

Something like this that can't be fought to divide the winner is not easy for anyone to convince anyone.

But what Maier didn't expect was that he didn't go to the banquet and took the initiative to avoid trouble, but trouble would still come to the door, and within two days, a rumor began to circulate.

It is probably said that as a young writer, although Maier is a little talented, he is too proud and complacent, looks down on other writers, and makes sarcastic remarks and so on.

Of course, Maier had never said such a thing, and could not have been stupid enough to say such a thing, but some people thought he was so stupid.

A small group of writers who are incapable of distinguishing between right and wrong begin to speak ill of Mel behind his back, and after some hidden jealousy, these bad words come out more and more.

Worse still, it was proposed that Meier be stripped of his membership in the Writers' Guild.

Some of these people have written countless stories and have not been recognized by everyone, let alone the Writers' Guild, and they are envious and jealous of Mel's guild badge.

Others, a small number of members of the association, who thought they had worked hard for a long time to be recognized by the association, were not satisfied with the fact that Mel was only a few stories alongside them.

Others, who are brainless grumpy people, even clamoring to knock on Mel's door and come to Mel for a life-and-death duel.

I was persuaded by others, saying, writers, you have to use the way of writing to determine the winner, how can you talk about life and death?

So after the removal of Maier from the Writers' Guild was not completed, the group formed a group and came to Maier's doorstep and made a war post.

Maier looked at the group in front of him with a lot of anger, as if he had really done something sorry for them, and looked at the thick stack of battle posts in his hand, and only felt funny.

The quality of the story naturally has readers to comment, is this group of people sick in the brain?

Mel didn't want to pay attention to them, so she returned the battle post and closed the door.

This time it can blow up the hornet's nest, these people can't control their temper, or they have ulterior motives, where do they dare to stop when they see this, they immediately scolded.

If it weren't for the patrol team outside, the group would have tore down all the doors of Myer's house.

But even if they hadn't demolished, what they did wouldn't be much worse.

A group of writers should be a representative of elegance, but in them, there is only a shrew scolding the street, as if someone stole their man.

The neighbors around came out to see it, and when they saw the excitement, they pointed their fingers.

Some of the sensible people in the neighborhood, knowing that it was not Meier's fault, would think that it was the people who were making trouble, and hated them, and hated them.

But some people who don't understand things will feel that it is Maier's fault.

These people are divided into two kinds, one does not know the ins and outs, but only hears what this group of people say, and then thinks that what this group of people say is true, so they despise Meier's character.

The other is that they know the cause and effect, but they have a belief that flies don't bite eggs, and that although the group is wrong, there must be something wrong with Myer.

It's like an innocent person who was slapped by a scoundrel, and then the patrol team arrested the two people and reprimanded them and said, if you don't mess with him, how can he beat you?

Mel finally couldn't take it anymore, this group of people was simply endless, they kept doing this, not only did they not meditate, but even their normal daily rest would be disturbed.

Opening the door, Mel's face was gloomy.

"I didn't want to worry about you, who is right and wrong, no one knows better than yourself, I don't resist, do you think what you scold can come true?"

"I always thought that being a writer was a noble profession, but you have tarnished it, well, since you want to compare with me, then I will accompany you to the end. ”

"Whatever it takes, I'll accept it, but on the condition that the losing side will never try any more written work, how about it?"

"Come if you dare, get out if you don't dare!"

After this scolding, Mel's face looked better, these people are too bottomless, bullying people like this, don't they know that rabbits bite when they are in a hurry?

Mel's voice fell, and the group gradually fell silent.

According to what they originally thought, if they lost the last game with Maier, they would not have anything to lose, at most they would praise Maier as a young genius.

But if they win, they make a lot of money and immediately become famous and famous in the kingdom.

But they didn't expect Mary to make such a big bet.

Gather here and shout at Maier for not being worthy of his name, but are they really sure that they can win against Maier? In fact, none of them are sure, where would a real writer do such a thing?

So they started running on each other.

"Zikas, you brought me here, and you scolded the most, so it's up to you to start this challenge. ”

"No, no, I'm not in a good state these days, Lucius, it's better for you to come. ”

"I can't either, I've just finished writing a novel, and I'm lacking inspiration, by the way, Candice, it's better for you to come, you're the highest level among us, and with you out of the horse, I can definitely take that kid down." ”

......

Seeing this scene, Maier sneered and said, "How about it?" is there anyone who challenges, if not, then get out, but remember not to come in the future, otherwise I will not rule out other means to drive you away." ”

"You dare!" Finally, a bearded man stood up and said, "I'll duel you!"