If the confession fails, then pursue her best friend

Chapter 226 The Power of the Chinese Writers Association Membership Card

The man with glasses is called Zhang Zhiqiang, a sophomore student. He has always been proud and proud of the fact that he had become a member of the Puyuan District Writers Association of Shanghai during his college years.

There are 26 people in the Daxia University Literary Society, and only 6 of them are members of the District Writers Association. The other 5 are seniors in their third and fourth years.

Therefore, because of his "identity", Zhang Zhiqiang has a sense of being a "cultured person" and looks down on those who write online novels.

Not only him, but other members of the literary club also had the same idea.

Literature is an elegant thing that embodies the character of scholars, and it can be used to govern a country.

What the hell is an online novel? It can't be considered literature. It's just some fabricated and imaginary garbage.

They don't consider online literature as literature at all.

So, when he saw Xia Zhijin, a girl with a divine appearance, coming to visit the literature club, Zhang Zhiqiang deliberately showed off his talent and status, hoping to attract the attention of these freshman girls.

This move has worked for him time and again.
Because of his outstanding talent and membership in the District Writers Association, he thrives in the literary club and is very popular among girls.

After all, they are all top students from 985 universities. The girls here will naturally feel close to talented boys. This is why he changed several girlfriends just after he entered college for more than a year.

Looking at the fairy in front of him who looked like she walked out of a painting, hugging Li Yuan's arm intimately, Zhang Zhiqiang's jealousy was already bursting, and he felt like his true love was being robbed...

However, when he saw the little red notebook that Li Yuan threw in front of him, he felt like he was hit by a bolt from the blue. His body trembled violently and his eyes were fixed on the little red notebook in front of him.

The line of big words on it pierced deeply into his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe...

At this time, another man and two women in the literature club were also looking curiously at the red books that Li Yuan threw on the table.

One of them had a chubby face, was about 1.6 meters tall, slightly plump, and also wore black-framed glasses. She looked at the little red notebook curiously and read it out.

"Membership card of the Chinese Writers Association?"

As members of a literary club, they naturally understood that writers in the country were also divided into different levels.

The lowest level is to be a member of the county (district) writers' association. Generally, as long as you have published articles in some magazines and journals and published your own works, you can join the county (district) writers' association, just like Zhang Zhiqiang.

But even the simplest county (district) writers' association is not something that ordinary college students can join, especially in an international metropolis like Shanghai, where it is even more difficult.

Above the county (district) writers' association, there are also municipal writers' associations and provincial writers' associations. If you want to join the provincial writers' association, you must have a certain influence in the literary field of the province. After all, a province has tens of millions of people, and the number of members of the provincial writers' association is at most a few hundred or a thousand.

Above the Provincial Writers Association is the China Writers Association, which in their eyes is already one of the ceilings in the field of literature.

Even the president of their literary society is at most a member of the Provincial Writers Association. Most of the presidents of literary societies are not even members of the Provincial Writers Association.

The boy in front of him suddenly threw out a membership card of the Chinese Writers Association, which made several girls in the literature club look suspicious.

"Um, how old are you and you're already a member of the China Writers Association? This can't be a fake certificate you picked up or forged, right?"

The slightly plump girl expressed her doubt, and the other tall and thin girl with short hair next to her couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"Yes, you know what being a member of the China Writers Association means, and you just show it to me like that? If you were a member of the China Writers Association, why would you join the Literature Club? You could just be the president of the Literature Club."

As "cultural people", they naturally understand the importance of the China Writers Association. At the very least, it is not something that college students can join.

The only people who can join the Chinese Writers Association are professors and associate professors in the Chinese Department of Daxia University.

Although the guy in front of me looks very handsome and cool, with full muscular lines, and looks a bit like a sports student, he doesn't have any cultural atmosphere. How could he be a member of the China Writers Association? This must be fake.

In today's society, it is very easy to forge a fake certificate by spending just a few dozen dollars.

The tall, thin girl with short hair glanced at Li Yuan and couldn't help but teased:

"Haha, fellow student, this is not a fake certificate you forged. Next time, if you forge a certificate from a local county writers' association, we might believe it. But you forged a certificate from the Central Writers Association, which is really embarrassing..."

Listening to what Zhu Li and Hu Fei said, Zhang Zhiqiang suddenly understood and regained his composure. He looked at Li Yuan with a mocking look on his face and shook his head:
"My fellow student, you should be down-to-earth and not take crooked paths. If you and these other junior students really like literature and want to join us, then study hard and show us your talents..."

"If you perform well and can pass the review of our literature club, and study hard with me in the future, it may not be impossible for you to join our Puyuan District Writers Association..."

Li Yuan couldn't help laughing as he listened to the cold sarcasm from several people in the Cultural Society and their condescending attitude.

Is this the legendary "literati"?

He is indeed very pretentious, and thinks as highly of himself as I thought.

Listening to what the people in the literature club said, Li Yuan just felt funny and interested.

Because, after he went to college, he had rarely encountered the situation of being looked down upon by others and then being slapped in the face for pretending to be cool.

This is the first time in the true sense.

After all, he started earning his first pot of gold right after graduating from the college entrance examination, and his own clothing, appearance and figure did not make him suitable to be bullied.

Perhaps, only those "young literati" in the literary society who think highly of themselves would have this inexplicable sense of superiority.

Li Yuan sneered, pointed at the small red book on the table, and said with a strange look:
"Um, guys, are you sure you don't want to see my membership card?"

The tall, thin girl with short hair frowned with a look of disgust, and the last bit of good impression she had towards Li Yuan disappeared without a trace.

"Junior, do you really have to make us expose you and bring shame upon ourselves?"

Li Yuan smiled indifferently, feeling somewhat bored. He suddenly felt that there was nothing to talk about between him and these idiots.

Listening to the ridicule from several people in the literature club, Gao Xin, who was beside Li Yuan, couldn't help but sneer in retort.

"I used to have high hopes for our school's literature club, but now it seems like it's just a bunch of high-minded but incompetent people."

Gao Xin spoke loudly and quickly, without even waiting for the others in the literature club to respond. He pointed at Li Yuan beside him and spoke with a playful look on his face.

"Do you know who he is? Do you think he made a fake certificate?"

When Zhang Zhiqiang and others heard Gao Xin's words, they looked at Li Yuan with some doubt.

However, no matter how they looked at it, Li Yuan did not look like a member of the China Writers Association, and they did not know him at all.

Judging from his physique, it is possible that he is a national athlete.

After being mocked by Gao Xin, several people from the literature club fought back without giving in.

Zhang Zhiqiang looked at Li Yuan with a playful look and said jokingly, "Oh, this junior fellow, is he some otherworldly expert who is here to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?"

"I really want to know what identity this junior has and what masterpieces he has."

Li Yuan was holding Xia Zhijin's hand out of boredom, drawing circles on her palm with his fingers.

Listening to Zhang Zhiqiang's words, Li Yuan chuckled and was too lazy to answer.

Why would you bother with a bunch of college students who are ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and think highly of themselves?
No matter what, he is a CEO with a net worth of over 100 million yuan and has titles such as "Founder of Zhihu".

Li Yuan's indifferent and cold smile made Zhang Zhiqiang furious. He stared at Li Yuan and his tone became more aggressive.

"Brother, come on, tell us who you are, and see if you can scare us."

Li Lanrong, Ge Chenchen, Liu Jia and others couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

This time, Liu Jia spoke before Gao Xin could even open his mouth.

"He was the one who wrote the book "Battle Starry Sky" that you just madly disparaged?"

"Now you know who he is?"

Hearing Liu Jia's words, Zhang Zhiqiang and others were shocked and asked in disbelief.

"Did you really write "Battle of the Stars"?"

Liu Jia continued to mock: "Haha, nonsense, this can't be false. You just said that "Battle Starry Sky" is worthless. Don't you even know the author of this book?"

"Or, you haven't even read the book, and you're just jealous and are starting to belittle it?"

"That's right. Brother Yuan's monthly royalties are more than what you earn in your entire life. It's normal for you to be jealous. But if you are sick, you should get treatment. Don't look down on others with such a dog-like tone."

"In this world, some people start from a point that you will never reach in your lifetime."

"Besides, whether online literature has literary significance is not something you guys can decide here. It is the 14 billion people in the country who can decide."

"The National Writers Association has recognized the value of online literature and sent Brother Yuan a membership card of the China Writers Association. Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to judge online literature?"

Listening to Liu Jia's continuous counterattacks, several people including Li Yuan were stunned, as if they were meeting this classmate who laughed every day for the first time.

Li Lanrong watched Liu Jia talk nonstop, and a strange emotion flashed through her heart. She had been in contact with him more in the past month, and she had begun to like boys with Liu Jia's personality...

However, Li Lanrong was also somewhat distressed as Liu Jia did not seem to be interested in her.

She gave several hints, but this guy seemed to see nothing and didn't respond.

I don’t know if he really doesn’t understand or he’s pretending not to understand.

Li Yuan reached out and took his China Writers Association membership card, put it in his pocket, looked at Liu Jia, and smiled faintly:
"Sixth Brother, stop talking. Summer insects cannot talk about ice."

Liu Jia was enjoying himself so much that when he heard Li Yuan's voice, he couldn't help but look regretful.

He suddenly felt that this feeling of scolding someone while the person being scolded did not dare to talk back was really great and extremely satisfying.

"Alas, Brother Yuan, you are just too low-key. You must show your face in the interview with Magic City TV tomorrow, otherwise people will think that your membership card of the Chinese Writers Association is fake."

"I thought that those who could be admitted to Xia University would have high IQs and broad horizons, but I didn't expect to meet so many frogs in the well."

Liu Jia shook his head with a very regretful expression.

On the other side, Zhang Zhiqiang and the other four members of the literature club, who had been scolded by Liu Jia for a long time, turned pale and ashamed, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into immediately. He had just said so many "self-righteous" words, which seemed really funny at this moment...

Li Yuan held Xia Zhijin's hand, looked at the few people, and smiled faintly:
"Zhi Jin, Lao Liu... let's go and stop wasting time here."

Before leaving, Gao Xin did not forget to make a sarcastic remark: "It is indeed a waste of time. If the level and cognition of the Daxia University Literature Society are this high, it is not worthy of me to join. It is meaningless."

Seeing that Li Yuan and his friends were about to leave, the slightly plump girl among the four people in the literature club couldn't help but speak out.

"Um, Xia Hua, can you wait a moment?"

Li Yuan turned around, looked at the slightly plump girl, and spoke expressionlessly.

"Is something wrong?"

The slightly plump girl looked at Li Yuan, mustered up her courage, and explained with some trepidation in her heart.

"Xia Hua, I'm sorry, we didn't know it was you just now."

"Xia Hua, if you want to join our literature club, all members of our club will definitely welcome you."

Zhang Zhiqiang, who was next to the slightly plump girl, frowned slightly when he heard Julie apologizing and inviting Li Yuan to join the literature club. He wanted to say something, but ultimately did not speak.

With Li Yuan's status, if he could join the literary club, he would also make the Daxia University literary club famous.

With the identity of a member of the Writers Association, it will be very beneficial to my future development as the vice president of the literary society.

Li Yuan laughed in silence and shook his head. Seeing the plump girl's sincere apology, he gave a meaningful suggestion.

"In the future, online literature will play a pivotal role in the cultural field, and it will be an era where a hundred flowers bloom. I hope you remember one sentence: literature is always for the masses, and literature that is popular with the masses is the literature that really needs to be developed."

"That's all I have to say. I won't say much else. Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Let time be the witness."

"gone!"

……

Seeing Li Yuan and his group leave, Julie suddenly felt a deep sense of loss.

She had a feeling that what Li Yuan said was very likely to be right.

In the future, online literature will develop very quickly. We have already seen some signs of this. For example, the income of the top online literature authors has surpassed that of traditional literature.
The traditional literature that they value can only be appreciated within a small circle.

Julie looked at the people around her, suddenly feeling emotional, and said something depressed.

"I feel like we just personally turned away the chance for the literature club to take off?"

The thin girl with short hair thought of the legend about Li Yuan, her eyes looked a little strange, and she couldn't help but sigh in self-mockery.

"Actually, what Xia Hua and the others said is right. We do think highly of ourselves because we are members of the literature club. We are a little arrogant. In fact, we are just a bunch of frogs in a well..."

Zhang Zhiqiang saw that the two girls began to doubt themselves after listening to Li Yuan's words. He frowned and couldn't help but retort:
"I still stick to my point of view. Although online novels may make some money, they have no literary value and no spiritual significance."

“Even if “Battle of the Stars” becomes more popular, it has no meaning in front of traditional literature and it is impossible to bring any spiritual strength to readers…”

After listening to Zhang Zhiqiang's words, Julie and Hu Fei looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.

"Just wait and see, time will tell."

……

Li Yuan and his companions rushed to the cafeteria, complaining about the literature club all the way.

Gao Xin said speechlessly: "I knew that when the clubs were recruiting new members today, I was full of expectations for our school's literature club. Who knew it would be so disappointing? My expectations were wasted."

Li Lanrong glanced at Liu Jia, his heart pounding, and joked, "Hehe, I didn't expect Liu Jia's mouth was so powerful that he made the four people in the literature club speechless."

"Liu Jia, why didn't I realize you were so talkative before?"

Liu Jia glanced at Li Lanrong and chuckled, "That's because you didn't know me well enough before. Besides, I have Brother Yuan here, so I feel more confident."

"By the way, Brother Yuan, when did you join the Chinese Writers Association?"

Li Yuan smiled faintly and said, "I joined some time ago and got the certificate yesterday. I didn't expect to use it today. It's a pity that it was taken as a fake certificate."

"That's the membership card of the China Writers Association. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't believe it."

Liu Jia smiled and stretched out his hand, his eyes showing expectation:

"Brother Yuan, can you show me your Writers Association certificate? This is the first time I've seen a certificate starting with a national title."

Li Yuan took out his Writers Association certificate from his pocket and threw it to Liu Jia casually.

"It's just a certificate. It's useless except for the nice name. You have to pay membership fees every year."

"Listen to me, Brother Yuan is still the Versailles guy!"

Liu Jia hurriedly and carefully took the membership card of the China Writers Association, read the contents carefully, and could not help but shouted:

"Brother Yuan, you are so awesome. You are actually a member of the China Writers Association. Your name starts with "guo". Does this mean you are a national civil servant?"

After hearing this, Li Yuan almost burst out laughing and explained speechlessly: "Sixth Brother, the Writers Association is an association led by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. The members of the Writers Association are nothing more than government officials."

Liu Jia touched his head and laughed, "I thought that being a member of the China Writers Association was equivalent to being a state official. But it doesn't matter. With your wealth, Brother Yuan, a mere official is nothing, right?"

Li Yuan shook his head and smiled without saying anything. If he was an ordinary civil servant like he was in his previous life, it would indeed be nothing. It was just a relatively stable and ordinary job.

But if it is those extraordinary public officials, it is completely different. Even if you are the richest man in the country, it is useless...

"Liu Jia, show it to us!"

Gao Xin, Li Lanrong and others also carefully looked at Li Yuan's membership card of the China Writers Association one by one.

Gao Xin smiled and said, "Hehe, Mr. Li, can I take a picture?"

Li Yuan asked with a smile: "Why are you taking pictures? You don't want to post them on QQ space, do you?"

Gao Xin chuckled and said, "Of course not. I just want to keep it as a souvenir. This is also my goal. I want to become a member of the China Writers Association one day."

Li Yuan smiled and said, "Gao Xin, it's actually not that hard to join the China Writers Association. With your writing skills, if you can find a suitable subject and write a novel with 10,000 subscriptions, you can almost join the China Writers Association."

Hearing Li Yuan's answer, Gao Xin was slightly stunned. She stared at Li Yuan with her beautiful eyes and a look of surprise on her face.

"Master Li, you didn't lie to me, did you? Is it really that easy to join the China Writers Association?"

Li Yuan coughed. He really wanted to say that in this era, it is actually very difficult to write a book that has ten thousand subscriptions.

But thinking about Gao Xin's writing style, if he really works hard in the field of online literature and finds the right subject matter, he may really have a chance to achieve something.

Now is a great era for the development of online literature, and it is also the best time. As long as you can find the right market, it is easy to get a piece of the pie.

It was much better than the situation later. Before the rebirth, due to the impact of the three-year natural disaster, the number of online writers was said to be equal to the number of readers...

"I'm telling the truth. It shouldn't be difficult for you if you want to."

Gao Xin still didn't believe it: "Really?" Hehe, Mr. Li, you are kidding me, right?

Li Yuan nodded and said with a smile: "It's true. You may encounter some setbacks in the early stage, but once you have a deeper understanding of the structure of online literature, you will find that it is not difficult."

Gao Xin's eyes lit up, and he suggested with a smile: "Mr. Li, I think it would be better if you set up an online literature club that specializes in writing online novels. I think it will definitely attract a large number of people."

Xu Ziqiang was the first to raise his hand: "Brother Yuan really wants to set up an online literature club, I will sign up to be the first to join."

Li Lanrong also raised his hand and smiled: "I will join too. I like reading romance novels, especially those sweet love novels. If I write about this kind of novel, there should be people who will read it, right?"

Li Yuan smiled and said, "Of course, the market for romance novels will always be strong. As long as there are people and love in this world, there will be a market for romance novels."

"If you are really good at it, you can give it a try. The copyright fees for some romance novels are quite high, such as costume dramas about people traveling through time in the Qing Dynasty or Tang Dynasty, or urban domineering dramas like the prince who turns into a frog, etc. If you write well, financial freedom will not be a problem."

Li Lanrong replied excitedly: "After listening to what you said, Li Yuan, I am moved. Hehe, please quickly set up an online literature club, and I will definitely sign up to join."

"Hehe, let's not talk about financial freedom, I'd be satisfied if I could make 80,000 yuan a month."

Xia Zhijin listened to the conversation between the few people, secretly glanced at Li Yuan, and smiled:
“I want to join in, too!”

When Li Yuan heard that Xia Zhijin had also come to join in the fun, he couldn't help but touch her head and said with a smile:

"Zhi Jin, why are you joining in the fun? You should learn how to be a boss's wife. We still need you to manage our company's money."

Hearing Li Yuan's words, Xia Zhijin's face turned bright red and she uttered a shy "hmm".

This week, she was actually very busy. She had to take time out to go to the company almost every day to review and approve financial matters and make payments.
As Li Yuan listened to the suggestions of several people, he suddenly had an idea and a bold idea emerged in his mind.

In fact, in addition to short videos, live broadcasts, games, food delivery, Didi Taxi, online shopping and other business trends that are bound to be popular in the future.

The online literature field is actually a good way to make money.

It seems like in the previous life, the market value of Yuandian Chinese Network has reached hundreds of billions, and the annual net profit easily exceeds 100 million.

The key is that the investment is very small, and it can be combined with film, television, animation, games, etc. to give full play to the role of IP and make a lot of money.

But is it necessary to reopen the portal?

After the release of "Honor of Kings", with sufficient cash, we can directly acquire the current "Yuandian Chinese Network" in its entirety, and also bring in platinum masters like Dong Ge, Tu Dou, and Fanqie...

(End of this chapter)