Wang Zixu was a little surprised: "How can a well-known best-selling author with so much money 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 quarreled with me and insisted on arguing."

Wang Zixu nodded to express his understanding. He had seen Shen Qingfeng's big heart. A person like him who has a higher vision would definitely not be willing to succumb to Lin Feng - why would he think that he is so famous?

Wang Zixu said: "Can you communicate with him?"

Lin Feng said: "We have communicated many times, but every time he got angry and misunderstood. Then there were some things where he always felt that we were forming cliques to exclude him, so he

In turn, they formed cliques to exclude me. Forget it, this is all bullshit and there is no way to talk about it."

Wang Zixu shook his head and said: "As a human being, just have a clear conscience. You still have to fight for what is yours, otherwise others will think you are weak."

Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder: "You're right. But don't worry, I also have a temper. If he goes too far, I won't sit back and wait for death. I will definitely fight him."

Wang Zixu turned to look into his eyes and found that there was an unsatisfactory look in his eyes, and it was obvious that there was a barrier in his chest.

Shen Qingfeng was an overly powerful enemy. Just one spit from the female fans was enough to drown the two stone lions. Wang Zixu couldn't figure out how to fight Shen Qingfeng.

And having said that, now Wang Zixu himself is very good at persuading others, and he can say 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 is ten years younger than him tries to push him, he can only hold back a sentence of life experience for a long time. What can he do? He laughs to death. The middle-aged man is so cowardly that he is useless.

Lin Feng threw the cigarette butt into the flower bed, and his next words were a bit twisty:

"I called you out tonight because I wanted to ask you if you have published any articles. If you have, I can recommend you to our Writers Association."

Lin Feng's unexpected words made Wang Zixu's chest feel hot:

"Can I?"

"You can do it." Lin Feng said, "Our Xihe Writers Association has a plan to recruit new members this year, but we are still worried that we have no new members."

"How many words do you need to publish to cross the threshold of the Writers' Association?"

Lin Feng said: "If it is online literature, it needs to be published in more than 300,000 words. If it is serious literature, it only needs to be published in print media, and it only needs to be over 100,000 words. If it can be published in first-class domestic journals, such as "September" and "Acquisition", even if it only requires

You post an article, and we will all carry a big sedan chair to invite you in."

The prince 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 works. Others asked, where did you publish it? Who are the readers? He said that the speech therapist published it on my behalf, and the readers are those who buy libido

User. We are a literature purchasing business.

In all likelihood, the other party will 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 Yan, that is Wang Zixu's illegitimate son, must be hidden.

It's not because he writes poorly. He feels that he writes too well, but his motives are impure and distorted from the source. In terms of vulgarity, he is even more vulgar than the New Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School. He should be regarded as the New New Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School,

Enhanced version of libido.

If he took it out, he would probably see Lin Feng's eyes wide open, trembling while holding his script, and shouting "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 wouldn't even be friends.

I can't get it. I really can't get it.

Wang Zixu rubbed his head in embarrassment: "I... have only written some short stories, and submitted them to "Get" and "September", but there has been no news from them."

Lin Feng smiled: "Isn't that normal? It is the dream of many writer friends to have their works published in "September" and "Acquisition"! But how many people can realize it?

"Among the people I know, the only one who has published articles in "September" is Ning Chun Yanning. Who else is there? As a newbie, it's normal that you can't get published. Who are you challenging?

Wrong choice."

Wang Zixu said: "Yes, but I'm still very ashamed. I haven't 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: "I voted."

Lin Feng asked: "No reply? If the writing is good, they should reject the manuscript and write back?"

Wang Zixu said: "Not to mention a reply, there is not even a rejection."

Lin Feng frowned, thought about something, and said, "Then show me the novel and I'll help you revise it to see why it wasn't published for you."

Wang Zixu was very grateful: "Thank you."

Lin Feng smiled: "What's the point? 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 refer to 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 realized the contrast was huge." When parting, Wang Zixu said sincerely.

Lin Feng was stunned and said with a smile: "Really? When did my younger siblings see me?"

Wang Zixu said: "My wife is 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, then took a breath and said, "I haven't been to a flower shop recently? When was it?"

Wang Zixu said: "Just recently."

"Where does your wife work at the flower shop?"

Wang Zixu pointed ahead and said, "It's the one at 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 wander around. I might have been there sometime, but unfortunately 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 mobile 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. She is pregnant and often has to go to the hospital for check-ups. It is inconvenient to always take online ride-hailing services, and many online ride-hailing services now do not carry passengers.

Pregnant woman.”

Wang Zixu sighed: "Of course, think about it, the early and mid-term are fine, but before giving 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 would 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?"

…

Ning Chunyan, the distinguished Porsche owner, was lying contentedly on her bed. She was very cathartic and happy, and all the pressure was gone. Looking out the window, it was already dark before she knew it.

She turned on the light and sat in front of the computer, intending to finish the paper she had been putting off before. Then a dialog box popped up in the group chat, and she couldn't help but click on it. When writing a paper, the priority of anything can be

higher than the thesis.

This is a literary group. There are many big names in the group, as well as many rookies. She doesn’t remember how she was invited in. Anyway, if there is any disturbance in the literary world, this group always has first-hand news.

As soon as she opened the group, she saw a group member making a hysterical accusation:
Chapter completed!