Wang Zixu was a little surprised: "A well-known best-selling author with so much money would care about a false position?"
Lin Feng said: "My teacher thinks so too. . Although it is a false position, it still requires organizing some activities. He will definitely not be able to take charge of the overall situation. But he just fought with me and insisted on this."
Wang Zi nodded to express his understanding. He had seen Shen Qingfeng's big heart. A person like him who has a high level of ambition would definitely not be willing to succumb to Lin Feng - why would he feel that his reputation is so great?
Wang Zixu said: "Can I communicate with him?"
Lin Feng said: "We have communicated with each other many times, but every time he got angry and the misunderstanding became deeper and deeper. Then there were some things where he always felt that we were forming cliques to exclude him, so In turn, he formed a clique to exclude me. Forget it, this is all bullshit, there is no way to talk about it.” You have to fight for what is yours, otherwise others will think you are weak." Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder: "But don't worry, he also has a temper. If he goes too far, I will not sit still and wait for death. I will definitely fight him."
Wang Zixu turned to look into his eyes and found that there was uneasiness in his eyes, and there was obviously a blockage in his chest.
Shen Qingfeng is too powerful an enemy. Just one female fan's saliva is enough to drown the two stone lions. Wang Zixu couldn't figure out how to fight with Shen Qingfeng.
And having said that, now Wang Zixu himself is very good at persuading others. He can speak a few words to relieve anger and make sense, but when it falls on him, he has no idea what to do.
Even when a female colleague in his unit who was ten years younger than him tried to push him, he could only hold back a sentence of life experience for a long time. What can he do. Laughing to death. The middle-aged man is useless.
Lin Feng threw the cigarette butt in the flower bed, and the next sentence was a bit twisty:
"I called you out tonight because I wanted to ask you if you have published any articles. If you have published, I can recommend you to our Writers Association."
Lin Feng's unexpected words made Wang Zixu feel hot in his chest:
"Can I do that? ? "
"You can." Lin Feng said, "Our Xihe Writers Association has plans to recruit new members this year, but we are still worried about not having new members."
"How many articles do we need to publish to cross the threshold of the Writers Association?"
Lin Feng said: "If it is online literature, it must be published at least 300,000 words. If it is serious literature, published in print media, it only needs to be over 100,000 words. If it can be published in the first-class domestic journals, such as "September" and "Get", even if you only publish one article, we will bring you in."
Wang Zixu took a few breaths and calmed down his heated mind.
If publishing novels and scripts counts as publishing works, he has indeed published many works.
But how should he introduce his work? Look, these scripts are all my work. Others asked, where did you publish? Who are the readers? He said that the speech therapist published on my behalf, and the readers were those users who purchased libido. We are a literature purchasing business.
The other party will most likely stare and complain: I think you are not a purchasing agent, you are an OEM!
Every work is like the author’s son. Only Wen Ai was Wang Zixu's illegitimate son. Gotta hide it.
It’s not because he writes poorly. He felt that his writing was very good, but his motives were impure and the writing was distorted from the very beginning. In terms of vulgarity, it is even more vulgar than the New Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School. He should be regarded as a new mandarin duck and butterfly sect, an enhanced version of libido.
If he took it out, he estimated that Lin Feng's eyes would widen, he would tremble while holding his script, and shout "It's an insult to politeness! It's an insult to politeness!" He couldn't expose it. He was afraid that he and Lin Feng would not even be friends.
Can’t take it. I really can't take it.
Wang Zixu rubbed his head in embarrassment: "I... have only written some short stories, and submitted them to "Get" and "September", but no news."
Lin Feng smiled: "Isn't that normal? Being able to be in "September" It is the dream of many writer friends to publish their works in "Get"! But how many people can realize it?
"Among the people I know, only Ning Chun Yanning has published articles in "September", who else is there? As a newbie, it is normal for you to be unable to log in. You chose the wrong person to challenge. "
Wang Zixu said: "Yes, but I am still very ashamed. Has not published any works so far. ”
Lin Feng asked again: "Have you submitted to other magazines? Have you submitted to "Xihe Literature and Art"?"
Wang Zixu was even more embarrassed: "Yes."
Lin Feng asked: "No reply? If the writing is good, they should reject the manuscript and give a reply?"
王子虚说：“别说回信了，连退稿都没有。”
林峰皱起眉，想了些事，说：“那你把小说给我看看，我帮你改改，看看为什么没有给你登。”
王子虚十分感激：“谢谢你。”
Lin Feng smiled: "What's the matter? You should take the path of literature, you are suitable. My intuition tells me that you are suitable."
Wang Zixu did not have the habit of carrying manuscripts with him, so the two made an appointment to meet again in a few days, and then they would review the manuscript together.
“My wife has met you, and the way she described you to me was very unrealistic. It was only after we met that I felt the contrast.” When parting, Wang Zixu said sincerely.
Lin Feng was stunned and said with a smile: "Really? When did my siblings see me?"
Wang Zixu said: "My wife was at the flower shop, do you remember? She said she had talked to you. She is half a head shorter than me, has long hair, and is very beautiful."
Lin Feng squinted his eyes and thought for a while, inhaled with a hiss, and said: "I haven't been to a flower shop recently? When was it?"
Wang Zixu said: "Just recently."
"Where does your wife work in a flower shop? "
Wang Zixu pointed to the front and said, "It's the one on the corner of the square."
Lin Feng nodded and said, I've been having a headache lately about the Writers' Association, and I like to go shopping. I might go there sometime, but I have no memory.
Wang Zixu said it was okay.
When I got home, it was dark. My wife was sitting on the sofa, and the bright light from her cell phone only illuminated her head, making the room feel eerie.
Wang Zixu turned on the light and said, "Why don't you turn on the light? Wouldn't it hurt your eyes?"
"Husband——" The wife raised her head with tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"My colleague told me today -" the wife said pitifully, "We still have to buy a car. We are pregnant and often go to the hospital for check-ups. It is inconvenient to always take online ride-hailing, and many online ride-hailing now do not carry pregnant women."
Wang Zixu sighed: "Of course, think about it, the early and middle stages are fine. But before you give birth, if you are not in the hospital and I have to drive you to the hospital urgently, how can you do it without a car? I have already said that I want to buy a car. What brand do you want to buy?"
The wife said: "I want to buy a Porsche. "
Wang Zixu said: "Are you crazy?"
...
The distinguished Porsche owner Ning Chunyan was lying contentedly on her bed. She was very cathartic and happy just now, and all the pressure was gone. Looking out the window, it was already dark before I knew it.
She turned on the light and sat in front of the computer, intending to finish the unfinished paper that she had been procrastinating before. At this time, a dialog box popped up in the group chat, and she couldn't help but click on it. When writing a paper, anything can take priority over the paper.
This is a literary group. There are many big names in the group, as well as many rookies. She didn't remember how she was invited in. Anyway, if there was any disturbance in the literary world, this group would always have first-hand news.
As soon as she opened the group, she saw a hysterical accusation from a group member:
"It's insulting to politeness! It's insulting to politeness! It's so pornographic! Cheng Xing, what are you thinking about?"