Daming talker

Chapter 524 Those who want to be the deputy leader (please give me a monthly ticket!)

In a teahouse at the entrance of the alley outside the Humble Administrator's Garden, several bigwigs who had just been labeled as "the anti-traitor group in the literary world" sat by the window, waiting for the crowd to arrive after the meeting in the Humble Administrator's Garden.

It’s not because the air, light and view near the windows are good, but because the bosses are worried that people passing by outside cannot see them in the teahouse.

After all, they were still thinking about attracting as many people as possible to Wuxi to hold another literary conference.

But they are all big shots with status, it is impossible for them to be so shameless as to stop people on the street and ask them questions.

That is why the big guys would sit near the windows in the teahouse. Once they are seen, there would naturally be many scholars who would come over to try to establish a relationship with them.

The main slogan is "If I bloom, butterflies will come to me", this is the style of the literary giants.

In the past, the bosses would be annoyed by those who came up to them and tried to make themselves known, but today they needed it.

In the afternoon, people began to come out of the Humble Administrator's Garden, and after leaving the alley, they dispersed into various places in Suzhou City.

The big guys sitting by the window in the teahouse at the corner of the alley waited for half an hour, but no one came into the teahouse to meet them.

This is extremely unscientific. The bosses can't help but become suspicious. Can't they see this place clearly from the outside?
Even if they were labeled a "rebel group", it does not mean that their fame will disappear instantly and they will not be recognized immediately.

Just when they were puzzled, an acquaintance came into the sight of the bosses near the window.

Gong Nai, one of the three great writers of Shanzuo and a representative figure of Shandong literary world, was coming out of the Humble Administrator's Garden and passing by the alley.

Following Gong Nai were several scholars from Shandong, who were discussing something enthusiastically.

"Zhou Ting! Here!" Zhao Yongxian, the left vice minister of the Nanjing Ministry of Rites, the master of the imperial caning and bacon, and the fifth son of the retro-style for two generations, stretched out his hand and called out loudly to Gong Nai.

Previously, Gong Nai, who greatly admired the Qingliu forces, had always stood firmly on their side.

Unfortunately, fate played a trick on him. In order to save his idol Gu Xiancheng, Gong Nai had to sign a "contract of sale" and reluctantly supported Lin Tailai at the literary conference.

However, the people in the "rebel group" believed that Gong Nai's heart must still be with them, as the saying goes, "Although he is in Cao's camp, his heart is with Han."

After hearing Zhao Yongxian's loud call, Gong Nai raised his head and looked inside the window of the teahouse, but did not go forward to join his companions.

Instead, he stood there, looking around helplessly, as if full of confusion and hesitation.

A young scholar nearby whispered to Gong Nai, "If you cannot represent Shandong and take the position of vice-leader, you will be a historical sinner in Shandong's literary world!
If that's the case, how can you face your fellow villagers?"

Zhao Yongxian looked at Gong Nai who was standing still, feeling puzzled, and asked loudly, "Why doesn't Zhou Ting come over?"

Gong Nai gritted his teeth, bowed to the window of the teahouse, and replied, "Don't call me anymore in the future. I'm afraid Lin Jiuyuan will misunderstand."

Everyone in the teahouse: “.”

What exactly happened in the Humble Administrator's Garden after they were driven out?
Why even a righteous person like Gong Nai seems to have been brainwashed?

After a while, Shen Mingchen, one of the three greatest commoner poets in the world, a retainer of the former prime minister, and a leading figure in Zhejiang literary world, was seen walking out of the Humble Administrator's Garden.

Wang Daokun in the teahouse called out through the window: "Brother Shen!"

Wang Daokun and Shen Mingchen have known each other for decades, and they became friends during the anti-Japanese war. At that time, Shen Mingchen was an aide to Governor-General Hu, and Wang Daokun was a coastal defense official.

Later, Wang Daokun returned to his hometown of Huizhou to form the Xin'an School, and interacted a lot with the Zhejiang literary world. At its peak, he even organized the West Lake Poetry Festival. Although the public stance was different this time, it did not affect the private relationship between Wang and Shen.

However, Shen Mingchen waved to Wang Daokun and left without looking back.

As an experienced and famous scholar, Shen Mingchen knew that details determined success or failure, especially since he and Lin Tailai did not have a very deep friendship before, so he needed to be doubly cautious.

If I fail to become the deputy leader this time, I will lose face.
The leaders of the anti-bandit group in the teahouse looked at each other, as if there was an unclear shadow hanging over their hearts.

As more and more people passed by the teahouse, the bigwigs sitting by the windows finally realized that they might not be as popular as they thought.

Zhang Fengyi, Wang Zhideng, Wen Yuanfa and other Suzhou locals came over chatting and laughing. Compared with outsiders, they were more relaxed.

Lin Tailai is from Suzhou. He created so many titles, so he can’t treat his fellow villagers unfairly, right?
Wang Daokun shouted to Zhang Fengyi from inside the window: "Zhang Lingxu! If you still remember our thirty years of friendship, come over and talk!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Fengyi said goodbye to Wang Zhideng and Wen Yuanfa and walked towards the teahouse alone.

Others were afraid of being suspected by Lin Tailai, but Zhang Fengyi, as a die-hard Lin faction member, did not have to worry.

After entering the teahouse, Zhang Fengyi took the initiative to say: "I know what you want to ask, there is actually nothing to hide.

But even if you knew what happened just now, you still can’t do anything.”

Zhang Fengyi then told Mr. Lin about his "New Literary Alliance Concept" without hiding anything.

"So you should just disperse. Resistance is meaningless." Zhang Fengyi finally advised sincerely, for the sake of their thirty years of friendship.

The members of the "rebel group" became more and more confused as they listened. It was indeed like what Zhang Fengyi said, they were powerless.

Their resistance was completely on a different level compared to Lin Tailai's realm.

It's as ridiculous as a three-year-old kid challenging a giant.

If we use the words used hundreds of years later, this feeling would be called "dimensionality reduction attack."

But the rebels still couldn’t understand why Lin Tailai always had such incredible methods?

Moreover, these methods are always beyond the norm, unprecedented, unheard of, as if they do not belong to this world at all, and are brought out by Lin Tailai out of thin air.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Creation is a power that only gods have!" Zou Diguang's mentality completely collapsed and he couldn't help but shout.

He saw that Lin Tailai's new plan would form a new, tightly organized system.

And these people will be excluded from the new system and gradually disappear from the literary world without a trace!
All these years of hard work have come to nothing!

Zhang Fengyi asked back: "Is there any problem? Isn't Lin Jiuyuan a deity from heaven who has descended to earth?"

Everyone: "."

Crazy! You, Zhang Fengyi, are really crazy too, just as crazy as your brother Zhang Youyu!
How is your tone different from that of the ignorant and superstitious people?
Zhang Fengyi snorted coldly. As long as he could become the vice-leader of the literary world, he would praise him even if a demon was born!

(End of this chapter)