So red that everything is black

Chapter 11 Light Red ([-])

After rapid preparations, the "Writing Youth" program team has completed all preliminary preparations, and has contacted the famous mechanical keyboard manufacturer Sakura Keyboard as the title sponsor, and has entered the final stage of finalizing the tutor's schedule.

Ye Xuesong went home with an invitation and happened to meet Pei Yuan who was walking the cat in the community.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Pei Yuan asked.

"Invitation letter. Wenyuan Pavilion is going to hold a talent show for low-level writers and invite me to be a mentor." Ye Xuesong seemed to have thought of something and raised his eyebrows and added, "I heard that Guifu will also participate."

Pei Yuan's eyes lit up, "Why did Wenyuan Pavilion ask you to be a tutor? Why didn't you ask me?"

"Because I have published novels in Wenyuan Pavilion and I know many editor friends. Your appearance fee is so high, who can afford you?"

"Who said my appearance fee is high? I'll go if it's free! Help me get a spot!"

"Brother, you're not really tempted, are you? Do you want to go for free?"

Pei Yuan picked up the cat and asked, "Are we brothers? If you don't want to help, don't touch my fat orange anymore."

"Okay, let me ask." Ye Xuesong teased the fat cat's ears and said thoughtfully, "None of the contestants this time are well-known writers, they are all low-level writers who can't get ahead. If you go there, you will only know Lower your status.”

"What kind of identity do I have? Why would Wenyuan Pavilion think of holding such a competition? Are a bunch of Internet writers sitting together coding on the spot?"

"Similar to the proposition of short stories, listening to the melody and writing lyrics on the spot, etc. It is said to give unknown writers a chance to show themselves."

"Who else is the mentor?"

"Several platinum writers from Wenyuan Pavilion take turns to sit in, as well as singers and the like. They are basically artists under YCEC."

"Who can compete?"

"I heard that writers in Wenyuan Pavilion are required to have at least two completed novels, with a total word count of more than 100 million, and a level of less than LV2. 15-35 years old. No criminal record, no serious illness. Minors need a guardian to sign a guarantee. You guys Jia Guifu meets the above requirements."

"She is not from my family, and we haven't officially met yet!"

"See you soon. Behave yourself!"

"How to behave? Isn't it okay to be too blatantly biased towards her?"

"It doesn't matter, except for Guifu. The editor quietly told me that this program was originally organized for her, and she should go home and wait for my news!"

*
July is here, and even the sunset is particularly hot.

On Friday night, Wen Xinlan boarded the Beihai High-speed Railway with her suitcase and embarked on a journey to Haicheng.

There was already a fat young man sitting next to the window, wearing a pair of black-framed thick-lensed glasses.

Wen Xinlan put the suitcase away, but the shoulder strap of her bag accidentally hit the man's head, and she quickly apologized: "Sorry!"

The man then looked at Wen Xinlan and asked, "Are you Guifu?"

Wen Xinlan was a little surprised, feeling that she was not famous enough yet, "You know me?"

"Who in the Internet literary circle doesn't know you?"

"Are you also an online writer?"

"That's right, my pen name is Qianjiao."

Wen Xinlan was a little surprised after sitting down, "Are you the corner?"

In fact, in the early years, the most famous celebrity in the Internet literary circle was not Gui Fu, but this "corner".

The big brother in front of me has a unique writing style. He updates [-] words every day. He is a super boss who has written tens of millions of words and has not yet signed a contract.

Of course, like Guifu, the male writer didn't make much money either.

Later, perhaps because of the scarcity of girls, Guifu's reputation grew in the hands of street writers, and he took his place as the "King of Street Fighters" in the corner.

"It's me." The man said slowly, "You are different from what I imagined."

"I'm not as good-looking as the photo? My avatar is indeed more beautiful."

"No. I know that your photo has been photoshopped. But I thought that a determined girl like you would be ugly. I didn't expect that you are pretty good-looking in person."

Wen Xinlan felt that what was said in the corner was like a novel he wrote, revealing a shocking weirdness.

It was clearly a compliment, but it sounded so uncomfortable that it made people want to punch him.

Can’t beautiful women have perseverance?A beautiful woman can only be used as a vase?

But the other party didn't seem to mean any offense, it was like a compliment from the bottom of his heart.

Wen Xinlan laughed awkwardly.

The corner said again: "I have read the article you wrote. It is extremely aggressive and full of ambition. I guessed that you would definitely come to participate in the competition, but I didn't expect to meet you on the high-speed rail in advance."

"Why am I so aggressive? I've always been a person who doesn't fight or grab, right?"

"You can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me."

"I'm not hiding this from you, am I? If I were ambitious, I would have sold my looks to gain fame a long time ago. Even though I'm old and fat now, I still had some talent ten years ago, but I didn't!"

"That's because you don't care about these little tricks at all! This is not your ambition!"

This guy is really weird.

Wen Xinlan smiled politely, not wanting to break her face.

After getting off the high-speed train, Qiang Jiao and Wen Xinlan exited the platform one after the other.

While waiting in line for a taxi, several young men and women said hello to the corner.

It seems that they are all competing online writers and have known each other for a long time.

Because the video of the car accident went viral, someone recognized Wen Xinlan at a glance and invited her to carpool with her.

Unable to resist the warm welcome, Wen Xinlan, Qiang Gen and others rented a seven-seater business car and rushed to the program venue together.

There is security check and staff guidance at the gate.

Taking into account the special nature of the writers group, the program team arranged all single rooms.

A little girl who was traveling with me, called Miss Loquat, shook her key at the door and said, "What a coincidence! Sister Guifu, I live next door to you!"

"Yeah, what a coincidence!"

"Sister Guifu, let's put down our luggage and go out for a late-night snack together! Lao Li is treating us, everyone wants to meet you!"

"Okay." After all, Wen Xinlan agreed because of everyone's love for carpooling.

After a brief cleaning, Wen Xinlan went to a nearby open-air food stall with the little girl in the next room.

The largest table was already filled with beer drinks and skewers, and a group of young and middle-aged men were sitting around, drinking and talking.

"Look, millionaire lady!" One person stood up and shouted.

"It's Guifu! And Miss Loquat is here too!" Another person agreed.

"Hello! Everyone has been waiting for a long time!" Miss Loquat pulled Wen Xinlan and ran over, "Look who I brought here?"

All the men at the table stood up and greeted each other: "Wow, Guifu! I finally meet you!"

"I've heard your legend in the world."

"The lady herself is so beautiful!"

"God take me!"

"Don't forget the wealth and wealth!"

“We, a group of the most popular writers in the street, are here, it’s really brilliant!”

Wen Xinlan waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no! My car accident was purely accidental, and it's still a shame now."

A man in his 30s in a suit said: "Everyone, please stop standing and sit down and have a drink together!"

"Yes, please take a seat!" Another man called the waiter to get the menu, "Boss Li is treating us today. Let's see what the two beauties like to eat. Just order whatever you want, and everyone can eat freely!"

Wen Xinlan ordered fruit and Coke, and Miss Loquat ordered grilled chicken steak and snacks.

Everyone introduced themselves by pseudonym in order.

The man in a suit suggested: "Come on, let's have a drink together and have a party on the street!"

(End of this chapter)