Chapter 37 New Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School
Chapter 37 New Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School
Wang Zixu was a little surprised: "He is such a famous best-selling author, so rich, would he care about a nominal position?"
Lin Feng said: "My teacher thought the same. Although it was an honorary position, it still required organizing some activities, and he certainly couldn't take charge of the overall situation. But he just got into a fight with me and insisted on competing for this."
Wang Zixu nodded to show his understanding. He had seen Shen Qingfeng's heart. A man like him who was so high-minded would definitely not be willing to be inferior to Lin Feng - why would he feel that he was so famous?
Wang Zixu said: "Can we communicate with him?"
Raymond Lam said: "We have communicated with each other many times, but every time he was sarcastic, which only made the misunderstanding worse. Then there were some things where he always felt that we were forming cliques to exclude him, so he formed cliques to exclude me in return. Forget it, this is all bullshit, there is no way to talk about it."
Wang Zixu shook his head and said, "As a human being, you just need to have a clear conscience. You still have to fight for what you deserve, otherwise others will think you are weak."
Lin Feng patted his shoulder and said, "That's quite right. But don't worry, I have a temper too. If he goes too far, I won't just sit there and wait for death. I will definitely fight him."
Wang Zixu turned his head to look into his eyes and found that there was dissatisfaction in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had something on his mind.
Shen Qingfeng was an overly powerful enemy. Just the spit of the female fans was enough to drown the two stone lions. Wang Zixu couldn't figure out how to fight Shen Qingfeng.
Besides, it's easy for Wang Zixu to persuade others now. He can make it sound both satisfying and reasonable with just a few words. But when it happens to him, he has no idea what to do.
Even when a female colleague who is ten years younger than him in his unit bullied him, he could only manage to come up with a life experience. What can he do? It's hilarious. The middle-aged man is so cowardly and useless.
Lin Feng threw the cigarette butt into the flower bed, and the next sentence had a twist:
"I asked you to come out tonight because I wanted to ask you if you have published any articles. If you have, I can recommend you to join our Writers Association."
Lin Feng's unexpected words made Wang Zixu's chest feel hot:
"Can I?"
"You can do it." Lin Feng said, "We in the Xihe Writers Association have plans to recruit new members this year, and we are just worried about not having anyone to recruit."
“How many articles do I need to publish to pass the threshold of the Writers Association?”
Lin Feng said: "If it is online literature, it needs to be published with more than 30 words. If it is serious literature, published in print media, it only needs to be more than 10 words. If it can be published in the first-class domestic journals, such as "September" and "Dedao", even if you only publish one article, we will invite you in with a grand ceremony."
The prince took two deep breaths and his feverish head calmed down.
If publishing literary scripts is considered publishing works, he has indeed published quite a few.
But how should he introduce his work? Look, these scripts are all my works. Others asked, where do you publish them? Who are the readers? He said, speech therapists publish them on my behalf, and the readers are those who purchase libido. We are a literary purchasing agency business.
The other party will most likely stare at you and complain: I think you are not a purchasing agent, you are an OEM!
Every work is like the author's son. Except for Wen Ai, who is Wang Zixu's illegitimate son. He must be hidden.
It’s not because he doesn’t write well. He feels that he writes too well, but his motives are impure, and it has been 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, with enhanced libido.
If he took it out, he estimated that Raymond Lam would stare with wide eyes, tremble while holding his script, and shout "What a disgrace! What a disgrace!" He couldn't expose it. He was afraid that he would no longer be able to be friends with Raymond Lam.
It's not good enough. It's really not good enough.
Wang Zixu touched his head embarrassedly: "I... have only written a few short stories and submitted them to "Get" and "September", but there was no response."
Lin Feng smiled: "Isn't that normal? To be able to publish works in September and Get is the dream of many writer friends! But how many people can realize it?
"Among the people I know, only Ning Chunyan and Ning Cainu have published articles in September. Besides them, who else has published articles? As a newcomer, it is normal that you cannot publish articles. You have chosen the wrong person to challenge."
Wang Zixu said: "Yes, but I am still ashamed. I have not published any works so far."
Raymond Lam asked again: "Have you submitted to other magazines? Have you submitted to Xihe Literature and Art?"
Wang Zixu was even more embarrassed: "I have voted before."
Lin Feng asked: "No response? If it's good, they should have rejected the manuscript and replied, right?" Wang Zixu said: "Forget replying, they didn't even reject the manuscript."
Lin Feng frowned, thought about something, and said, "Then let me see 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 big deal? You should go down the literature path, it suits you. My intuition tells me that you are suitable."
Wang Zixu did not have the habit of carrying manuscripts with him, so the two agreed to meet again in a few days and then they would review the manuscript together.
"My wife has met you. The way she described you to me was very out of touch with reality. It was only after I met you that I realized the huge contrast," Wang Zixu said sincerely when they left.
Lin Feng was stunned and smiled: "Really? When did my sister-in-law see me?"
Wang Zixu said: "My wife is in the flower shop, do you remember? She said she 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: "Recently."
"Where's the flower shop where your wife works?"
Prince Xu pointed ahead and said, "It's the one at the corner of the square."
Lin Feng nodded and said, "I've been troubled by the affairs of the Writers Association recently, and I like to travel around. I may have been there at some point, but unfortunately I have no recollection."
Wang Zixu said it was okay.
When I got home, the house was dark. My wife was sitting on the sofa. The bright light from her cell phone only illuminated her head, making the room look eerie.
Wang Zixu turned on the light and said, "Why don't you turn on the light? Won't it hurt your eyes?"
"Husband--" the wife raised her head with tears in her eyes.
"what happened?"
"My colleague told me today," the wife said pitifully, "We still have to buy a car. We are pregnant and need to go to the hospital for checkups frequently. It is inconvenient to always take online ride-hailing cars, and many online ride-hailing cars now do not carry pregnant women."
Wang Zixu sighed, "Of course. Think about it. It's okay in the early and middle stages. But before delivery, if you are not in the hospital, how can I drive you to the hospital urgently without a car? I said I wanted to buy a car a long time ago. 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 had just let out a lot of catharsis and felt very happy. All the pressure was gone. She looked out the window and found that 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 procrastinating on. 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 and newcomers in the group. She doesn't remember how she was invited to join. Anyway, if there is any movement in the literary world, this group always has the first-hand news.
As soon as she opened the group, she saw a group member's hysterical accusation:
"How shameful! How shameful! It's so vulgar! Cheng Xing, what on earth are you thinking?"
(End of this chapter)