After the morning interview, everyone talked to the media reporters in Xiangjiang to the extent that the tiger changed.

They don't pay attention to what happens to literary exchanges, that's a matter of culture, they only pay attention to your gossip and certain tendencies. It doesn't matter if it's your intention, as long as you accidentally say it and they hear it, then wait for the newspaper.

The end result is probably not too good.

For example, an old comrade of the Writers' Association, who had experienced that era, almost showed his mouth under the inducing interview.

In the afternoon, it was the turn of the tea party arranged by the publishing house.

The people in the writers' association were stunned, they had never heard of it, and they had to have some kind of tea party with the publishing house.

In the eyes of many writers of the older generation, literature is serious, and in special times, they don't even want manuscript fees, and it is too vulgar to talk about business.

However, Xiangjiang is different in the end, this is a commercial society, and talking about money is not a humiliating thing, on the contrary, no money is a shame.

If a writer lives in distress in Xiangjiang, no one will praise your high style, but will only think that your work is not good enough and no one will read it.

For this arrangement, Feng Xianzhi and others scratched their heads, but several publishing houses in Xiangjiang were sponsors of this exchange meeting, and face must be given.

When it is said to be a tea party, it is actually an invitation to people from the publishing industry to meet with these local writers from the mainland to find out what works can be published in Hong Kong.

In the end, the publishers hoped that Feng Xianzhi could communicate with the mainland, compile a collection of the works of several writers, and introduce them to Xiangjiang Publishing.

This is a good thing, Feng Xianzhi happily agreed.

After the tea party was over, everyone thought they could rest, but it wasn't over in the evening, and Jin Yong and his wife from "Ming Pao" still had a banquet in the evening.

The itinerary was dense and the activities were long, which made the old comrades miserable.

Before getting into the car, everyone chatted about today's activities, which can be said to be full of complaints, especially when they are so tired and can't rest, and they have to go to the banquet of Jin Yong.

These old comrades who are used to satisfying their appetites don't really care very much, and what they think about most is to exchange writing experiences with their counterparts in Xiangjiang, and it is best that certain skills can help them.

An old comrade asked very puzzledly: "Who is Jin Yong of "Ming Pao", is he a reporter or a manager, with such a big face?" ”

Feng Xianzhi touched his chin and recalled: "Jin Yong, that little brother William Chen seems to have mentioned that he is a newspaper tycoon in Xiangjiang, the founder of "Ming Pao", and his boss. ”

"It turned out to be a big boss of the capitalists, is it appropriate for us to see him?"

"yes, we don't seem to be able to talk to the merchants, do we?"

"Lao Feng, I think you still refused for us."

Seeing this, Jiang Yulou coughed pretendedly, and at the same time attracted everyone's attention to him, "Old Feng, everyone, in fact, Jin Yong's identity is not just the founder of "Ming Pao", he also has an identity, just like us, a writer. ”

"What, a big capitalist or a writer?"

"What work did he write, and was he famous?"

Jin Yong's identity as a writer aroused everyone's interest and asked one after another.

Jiang Yulou smiled, and after recalling, he introduced: "Jin Yong, formerly known as ......"

He first introduced Jin Yong's background and told the old comrades that this great writer has a lot to do with China. Sure enough, as soon as this introduction was introduced, everyone immediately put away their contempt.

Wang Meng is well-informed, and immediately recalled the gossip about Qian's relatives, and then got in touch.

However, such an awesome character, and at the same time a writer, why hasn't everyone heard of any of his works in the literary world?

So, Wang Meng couldn't help urging: "Yulou, don't hang the appetite of our old comrades, tell me what works this Mr. Jin has." ”

"yes, tell me about it."

Everyone coaxed, and even Feng Xianzhi looked over.

Jiang Yulou said: "Mr. Jin mainly writes martial arts novels. ”

Martial arts?

Everyone looked at each other, this was the first time they had heard this term, and they did not understand the meaning.

So, Jiang Yulou once again acted as a commentator and explained to the old comrades what martial arts novels are.

After the introduction, everyone in the Writers' Association had only one idea, to engage in feudal superstition, which can also be regarded as a writer?

……

Xiangjiang is an international metropolis with bright lights, even at night, it is still brightly lit, the traffic is busy, and the local residents have a rich nightlife, which is completely unimaginable to people from the mainland.

The bus drove slowly, and Tang Yuewen flipped through a fashion magazine, her eyes close to each other.

She has only lived in Xiangjiang for two days, but her concept has been greatly impacted. It turns out that life can be like this, it turns out that colors are not just black, white and gray.

Not to mention the development of the entertainment industry, which made her feel an unprecedented throbbing. Here, she learned about the word earth anew. A girl who is obviously not as good-looking as her can compare to her with her fashionable and glamorous clothes.

Because of this, she specially bought a fashion magazine, and her thoughts are self-evident.

"Yulou, do you think it's good if I wear this?"

"Beautiful!"

"What about this one?"

"It can make you more beautiful."

Tang Yuewen closed the book and pouted, "Can you be attentive?" ”

"But I really think you look good in anything." Jiang Yulou said softly.

Tang Yuewen was not happy, "It is impossible for all clothes to look good, how can I look good when I wear them?" ”

"For the same piece of clothing, other women rely on clothes to set off their beauty, and your beauty makes the clothes look good."

"Really?"

Tang Yuewen was praised very happily, people are more beautiful than beautiful clothes, is there a better compliment than this.

"Of course, in my heart, no one can compare to you." Jiang Yulou's eyes were extremely serious, and Tang Yuewen was persuaded by his words.

"Oh, isn't there a saying that Buddha relies on gold and people rely on clothes?"

"Why do you care so much about what you're wearing all of a sudden?"

"This ...... Because I heard someone call me Tumei......"

Jiang Yulou said patiently: "They are jealous, why don't they say that you are dirty, instead of saying that you are ugly?" And your clothes are not dirty, just more popular. When you have free time, I'll take you to the mall to buy clothes. ”

"Hee-hee, I'll be proud if you say that." Tang Yuewen raised her head, revealing her white neck, like a proud peacock.

The girls of this era are really too simple, if you put aside the green tea he knew in his previous life, he would have been coquettish with his brother and brother, and asked you to buy her clothes and bags.

What a good girl, she doesn't ask for much to feed.

"Yuewen."

"Huh?"

"I love you!"

"I love you too!"

The two kissed me and me on the bus, which attracted the old comrades' sideways glances.