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Chapter 424 Writers Association Invitation

Feiluo Yanghua: "I was wrong. Last month I said that the writing skills written by the Dragon Clan are inferior to elementary school students."

Liu Daxin was choked up and couldn't utter a word. He went to check just now, and none of these people had low education.

I wanted to ridicule Fang Jing, but I didn't expect to be slapped in the face.

The world has changed, is writing online novels so awesome?What's wrong with having such a degree, so I have to write novels?

Fang Jing continued: "Actually, there are still many great masters who graduated from prestigious schools. Some of this group are doctors and nurses, teachers and professors, police lawyers, housewives and students.

Most of the authors of online novels don’t make money, they only want to have fun, and the authors of online novels are not as miserable as you said. "

"Some people yearn to ride the wind with a sword, to scavenge demons between heaven and earth, some people yearn to break up grievances and enmity with joy, ride a white horse in blue shirts, some people yearn for green silk to return to others, and turbid wine to comfort the wind and dust."

"But these are impossible to achieve in real life, so they write it out with pens, which is called online writing."

"Internet literature and real literature are not divided into Yangchun Baixue and Xialiba people. Internet literature is for fun and to pass the time. Traditional literature can think about life and understand the truth, and there is no conflict."

"Development to today, the Internet has been written for more than ten years, and its existence is reasonable. The world can tolerate it, but you cannot tolerate it!"

Everyone in the world can tolerate it, but you cannot!This sentence was like a heavy punch in Liu Daxin's chest, and he couldn't breathe.

He had been standing on the moral high ground before, opening and closing his mouth for the sake of the people and the younger generation, but Fang Jing lifted the veil and revealed another side of him.

"The jumping clown, I've wanted to spray it for a long time. This kind of person is really wasting air while alive, and wasting land when dead."

The third uncle of the Nanpai: "I have reported it to the Writers Association, and everyone will work together!"

Fenghuo: "It has been reported to the Writers Association, and everyone will work together."

Phalaenopsis: It has been reported to the Writers Association, and everyone will work together to fight the duck! "

Feng Ling: "Do you still have sympathy and humanity? Let's not talk about it, I will report it."

"Everyone, wait for me, I will go too..."

Liu Daxin is not just talking about Fang Jing alone, but the entire web literature industry. According to incomplete statistics, there are now 700 million web writers. His opening will offend 700 million people.

The next day, when the staff of the Writers Association's official website went to work, the website almost couldn't be opened, and they cursed in a low voice, "What the hell is this video poisoning?"

"It shouldn't be. If you want to be poisoned, it's also computer poisoning. What's the matter with the website? Was it hacked?"

After working for half an hour, I finally boarded it. It turned out that the server was paralyzed for a short time.

"Wow!!"

Just boarded up, the drop box and the message board are full of 99+ little red dots, and the mouse is pulled down, and it doesn’t end in 5 minutes. I don’t know how many there are.

All of them were complaints against Liu Daxin, and some were not complaints, leaving messages saying that their feelings were deeply trampled.

Cold sweat broke out, the staff did not delay, and immediately called the director.

Cursing inwardly, how many people has offended Liu Daxin, the dog. Judging from his experience, there are at least a few million complaints.

It hasn't happened in years that millions of people complain about a writer.

"boom!"

At the meeting, the vice president of the Writers Association had a frosty face, slapped the table angrily, and shouted, "Who recommended this Liu Daxin? Dismiss, immediately!"

"Fang Jing is an outstanding young man and a philanthropist. Is this kind of person he can casually slander? Does he have a literati character?"

Below, a skinny man in his thirties pushed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Old Cheng, this Liu Daxin has been complained not once or twice, and should have been removed long ago."

"This person is a shameless and despicable person. He often abuses the Internet under the banner of the Writers' Association, trying to recruit us."

After speaking, he glanced at the old man at the end of the conference table. Liu Daxin was either jealous of this celebrity or that celebrity, and his fans were not vegetarians, so he had come to report him a long time ago.

It's just that there is someone behind Liu Daxin, who gave a few verbal warnings before, which was not painful.

This would offend Fang Jing and kick him on the steel plate. Just after counting, there were more than 800 million reports, even if the gods came, they would not be able to save him.

"Old Cheng, you can't be so absolute in doing things." Lighting a cigarette, the old man at the end of the table took a puff and said, "There are a lot of celebrity fans, but when will the writers' association be in charge?"

"Today's incident is obviously Fang Jing deliberately inciting fans to make trouble. If we give in, what will we do next time?"

"Fang Jing lets whoever he wants go, so is there still a need for the Writers' Association to exist?"

During the conversation, the old man didn't mention Liu Daxin's fault first, and he avoided the seriousness and just pushed the blame on Fang Jing's head.

"Mr. Xu, these are completely different things." The man who had just spoken stood up and said angrily, "Liu Daxin himself made the sky angry and people blame who? The reputation of our Writers Association has been ruined by him."

"I checked his information. He graduated from high school and published novels at his own expense. He has no literary level at all, and I don't know how he got in."

"Don't let these mouse droppings ruin the pot of soup, don't you think?"

"Yang Letian, who are you referring to Sang and Huai?" When he slapped the table, the cigarette in Old Man Xu's mouth shook, and the ash fell to the ground.

"You know who you are." Turning his head, Yang Letian sneered.

Liu Daxin and Xu Zhiyuan are in a master-student relationship, and many people know about it. Because of their age, Xu Zhiyuan sheltered Liu Daxin several times.

What he hates the most is that men go through the back door, and he can't help it long ago. The Writers Association used to be a holy place, but now it's smoky, and all kinds of monsters and monsters are recruited.

"Little rabbit, your teacher always respects me when he sees me. Who are you, dare to tell me what to do? When I published the book, you were still wearing crotch pants."

Seeing that Xu Zhiyuan was about to rush up to beat someone, the people at the side hurriedly grabbed him, this old bone is no match for Yang Letian, don't lie down before hitting him.

"Enough, do you still take me seriously?" Slapping the table, Cheng Qiuyan, the vice president of the Writers Association, stared at him, "This matter must be explained to the masses, Liu Daxin should be fired! I said so."

Xu Zhiyuan sat down on the chair, feeling weak all over. Now Liu Daxin was finished and was expelled from the Writers Association. It was almost impossible for him to come in in the future.

Not only that, but it is not enough to want to engage in literature.

No publishing house cooperates with a person who has been expelled from the Writers Association. This is almost like a student being expelled, and it is already considered a very important matter.

It’s not that no one has withdrawn from the Writers’ Association these years, but those withdrawals are basically voluntary, which is different from delisting.

If the name is removed, it will be posted on the bulletin board, and it will become a laughing stock in the entire writer circle.

"Old Cheng is wise." Yang Letian clapped his hands and grinned loudly.

"Another thing I want to announce is to invite Fang Jing to join our Writers Association. What do you think?"

"I don't agree!" Xu Zhiyuan yelled, "It's a joke for someone who graduated from junior high school to join the Writers' Association, and he doesn't have any works."

What a joke, I just got his student away, and now I'm going to bring in the enemy again.

(End of this chapter)