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Zhang Heng originally thought that he would be watched when he entered the door, but didn’t expect that except for a few people at the door who noticed him, the rest of the people basically didn’t respond, and they were still doing their own things. .

The controversy in the room has entered a fierce stage. Zhang Heng has recognized a certain fantasy best-selling female author who spoke before, but her opponent, a man with a red neck expression and a high-pitched man pointing the country I don’t know his origin, but he should be a poet and novelist active in the 17th or 18th century.

Apart from this, a man with a full beard and a big back also joined the controversy. He also stood opposite the best-selling female author, “I read your novel, ma’am, forgive me to speak bluntly, I can’t stand it after only reading three chapters. I think no matter what kind of creation should be based on my own life experience, because only the truth can move people. I worked as a seaman in the sea for four years before writing Moby Dick. Go out to sea with the whaling ship.

“I look at those strong men who are struggling for life at sea, how they overcome fate and how to deal with storms. From then on, I made up my mind to write a story about them, but,” the beard man said Slumped down, “This book had a mediocre response at the time. I guess no matter what era, everyone likes to read popular stories that are weird and have no meaning.”

“My story also originated from my own life. I just put a magic coat on it. I believe Mr. Gandalf must agree with my view.” The woman turned her gaze to a shrunken figure. , On the gray-haired old man, looking for allies.

The latter did not disappoint the expected opened the mouth and said, “Fantasy is a type of literary subject, and behind the ridiculous story at the beginning also hides the true emotions of the creator.” He seemed to think of something. sighed and poured himself another glass of red wine.

“But still, entertainment is greater than artistic value.” Another voice opened the mouth and said, it was a Jewish-looking man, with big eyes and high nose, deep sunken eye sockets and slender ears, which made him look a bit Like a vampire, “I don’t care about the legibility of the article, because my work is first for me to explore the value and meaning of life. As for whether others can read and understand what it has to do with me?

“My enlightenment teacher always told me that storytelling should have a beginning and an end, a time and a place, and clear values, but speak frankly, I don’t care about that at all. I agree to use straddling and absurd writing techniques reasonably , But this thing is not used to give money to the general public.”

“This sounds too arrogant.” The woman frowned.

“But geniuses are inherently arrogant.” The Jewish man spread his hands.

Just when everyone was arguing, someone finally noticed Zhang Heng who had just walked in and shouted, “Very good, there is a new face here. It should be a newcomer who just came to Sand Dragon. Ask him what he thinks.”

“Please do it, I don’t care anyway.” An American man who nestled on the sofa and hugged a girl dressed like a hippie yawned.

But besides him, there are still many people waiting for Zhang Heng’s answer.

Although knowing that when he speaks his words, it will surely attract a lot of people snort disdainfully and even upset, but Zhang Heng still didn’t hesitate, because he had already figured out the answer to this question before he entered the dungeon, “I I want to write a book that everyone likes to read and can quickly become popular.”

“boring!”

“This child has gone wrong!”

“This kind of view is too polite, it should be said that it is hopeless.”

“It’s another shit! Whoever invited it, the newcomers are too utilitarian now.” Some people hearing this immediately shook their heads, looking like they were heartbroken, as if they were doing something at Zhang Heng It’s the same thing as a rebellious thing.

However, in contrast, some people are pleasing to Zhang Heng.

“Good point.”

“I think this youngster’s wish is good, and no one has said that fashion is wrong. Don’t forget that even you guys with hard lips, works have become popular after you die.”

“…………”

Zhang Heng is mentally prepared for this. If it is placed in a traditional game, this is probably a lineup selection event. After the lineup is established, people in the same lineup will increase your favorability. On the contrary, the favorability of people in the opposing camp. It will fall violently.

Of course, there are also players who want to have both sides mixed together. In this case, they can be slick and ride down the wall. Once the operation is good, the favorability of both sides will not rise or fall.

But for Zhang Heng, not at all is necessary, because he didn’t lie, and what he said before was his truth.

“If you want to explore the popular tricks of novels, you can come to me. I live in Room 207.” The fantasy best-selling female author said enthusiastically, and she said mysteriously again, “You have tomorrow morning. Time? I can recommend someone for you. He is the greatest writer in human history. No one knows that he is known to everyone. The plays he created are well-known. Until hundreds of years later, every novel we write is There is a shadow of his story.”

Although Professor McGonagall did not name the person, Zhang Heng already knew who she was talking about.

——William Shakespeare, although there have always been views that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, but Shakespeare can indeed be regarded as the most influential author.

If you can listen to Shakespeare personally explain the method of writing novels, you will definitely benefit a lot. Even if Shakespeare is based on the market environment and the audience’s preferences at the time, the method actually has a common ground, and Shakespeare’s Drama has lasted for hundreds of years, and this is probably the real popularity.

As Zhang Heng was about to sit down and chat with the best-selling fantasy female author, the messy hall suddenly fell silent.

Then everyone’s eyes gradually gathered around the fireplace, and the firewood inside had already burnt at some point and crackled.

Zhang Heng then noticed that there was a hint of excitement on the face of the best-selling fantasy author. She straightened up and said to Zhang Heng, “Here, it’s about to start.”

“What started?”

“Monthly Sand Dragon Story Meeting.” The fantasy best-selling female author blinked, “The winner can see the owner here, have dinner with him, and…get the right to leave here.”

“Leave here?”

“Of course, although this place is very good, there are food and drink, and there are many masters, including the living and the dead. Everyone gathers together and talks, well, of course, sometimes it will be like just Let’s spray each other together. After all, each author has his own characteristics and persistence. If it is so easy to be persuaded by others, then we don’t need to do this business, but even if we live in a good place for a long time, we will get tired. “

Fantasy best-selling female author seems to have thought of something here, “By the way, how is your writing level? Although this thing is difficult to have an evaluation standard, the owner here still finds a way to give everyone a score. Level, my words are probably between lv2 and lv3, what about you.”

Zhang Heng glanced at his character panel, where writing skills is still lv0.

“It looks like I have to stay here for a while.” Zhang Heng said.