Reborn Cultural Empire

342. Rotten leather

"Congratulations on Ji Lao's birthday, the old lady is also good."

The person who entered the door was Wu Junji, and Yang Yi was still in a daze. After taking him to the pen meeting last time, this person came to the door several times later.But since he already has no good feelings for this person, Yang Yi is naturally too lazy to deal with it, and always asks his mother to come forward and dismiss him directly.

It's just that at Ji Tangdan's house at this time, it's obviously impossible to avoid him.Regarding Wu Junji's plan, Yang Yi vaguely guessed something, but he was not sure. If this person really dared to do that, it would be called crazy.But a person with so many minds probably couldn't do such a crazy thing.

With an attitude of waiting and watching, Yang Yi didn't make a sound, but stood aside in a well-behaved manner.Sure enough, when Wu Jun sent it in, he first wished the old man and the old lady birthday wishes, and then exchanged pleasantries, and then his eyes fell on Yang Yi.

"Hey, Xiaoyi is really there too. Let me just say, how could such an important matter not come to Mr. Ji's proud disciple who closed the door." Very enthusiastically, he joined together, and this person ignored Ji Tangdan and Zhai Yun at all. With Fang's indifference, he was sure that the two old men were straightforward, but it was still impossible to call out the guests who came to the door.

Whatever attitude the teacher has, the students will naturally follow closely.Yang Yi's senior brothers and senior sisters were not too impressed with Wu Junji, and responded indifferently, and now seeing that he approached Yang Yi, they were also very wary.

For the old man's birthday banquet, besides the guests at noon, those who are not qualified to attend, all choose to visit after lunch, and leave obediently after giving presents to celebrate the birthday.Wu Junji was the first one, but there were also people who came to the door after calculating the time. Zhaoying and the others started to receive other people. Only Yang Yi was entangled by Wu Junji and couldn't escape.

"Xiao Yi, what progress has been made in your "Soil Pimple" now?"

Wu Junji's aura of down-and-out literati can easily deceive people who know him for the first time, creating the illusion that this person is a real literati.The first time Yang Yi met, he couldn't avoid it, but after contacting him back and forth, he felt that most of this guy still had ulterior motives.

"Well, it's okay, it's almost half done." Yang Yi thought for a while, but his tone was definitely not enthusiastic, and even obviously perfunctory.

He didn't know where he saw this sentence before: When you are at a turning point in history, you don't realize it.Just like now, when he was perfunctory Wu Junji, he thought that this was just the most insignificant one of his countless interpersonal relationships. Although the other party seemed very uninterested, it was over with a little effort.Because this is not at his own home, but his teacher's birthday, his words and deeds, outsiders will undoubtedly point to Ji Tangdan.

Wu Junji was actually very careful, he naturally had his own plans, otherwise he wouldn't have put so much effort into Yang Yi.When he met Yang Yi for the first time, he believed that this was an opportunity sent to him by the heavens. If he couldn't seize it this time, he might end his life and never encounter it again.

Like a poisonous snake hunting for prey, he carefully concealed his figure and slowly swam towards the target he had already locked on.

"Half written? Tsk tsk, Xiaoyi, you are not only good at writing, you are also so agile in writing." Wu Junji smiled with emotion and envy: "Look at me, even if you write a modern poem You have to chant for several days, but in the end you are still dissatisfied. It’s not like you, little guy, such a wonderful novel, with clear priorities and layers, and it’s also a fast hand that makes those of us struggling to climb the grid envious. "

Like an old friend who confides in his heart, but also like a big brother next door who enters the industry first.If people who don't know the place see this scene, they will probably think that they are friends who have a deep friendship, not the two sides of the bottomless abyss.Only the most sober people know that when some people show their fangs and fox tails, that is the final battle.

"Modern poetry, I still can't write it." Yang Yipi said with a half-smile, if he said this to other people, Ji Tangdan would probably come over and teach this tired and lazy disciple what it means polite.But what he is concerned about now is just the opposite—whether Yang Yi will be too innocent and be deceived by Wu Junji.

"What other modern poems do you use?" Wu Jun sent "Hi" and shook his head: "As long as you finish the novel in hand, I dare not say anything else, you will definitely win the Mao Dun Award." Novels are highly respected, just like the most ordinary and enthusiastic readers.If language can also represent a kind of power, then what Wu Jun sent is undoubtedly the three-foot red silk that kills without blood, gently wraps around the target's neck, and then ends the other's life amidst the sky-high flattery.

"Depending on the situation, this thing is uncertain. Who can guarantee to know the preferences of the judges?" Yang Yi echoed a few words, as if he did have plans for the Mao Dun Literature Award. The judges are the judges of the Goncourt Literature Prize, not the meaning of Wu Junji's imagination.

"There are indeed subtle differences in taste, but in terms of grasping the general direction, there is also a standard, otherwise how can we compare the entries." It seems that Yang Yi is his nephew, and it is only natural for him to worry about it.

Seeing that Yang Yi was a little noncommittal, Wu Junji felt that he needed to work harder.Originally, he didn't want to be so blatant with Ji Tangdan, and he knew the old man's attitude towards him. However, he went to Yang's family several times before, but he didn't see anyone. He was determined to succeed in this plan. Wu Jun sent, inevitably a little blatant.

After thinking about it, he tried again: "Well, how about, you can give me the manuscript, and I'll pass it on for you. It's a professor from Yanda University..."

Looking around, he leaned close to Yang Yi's ear, as if it was some great secret: "It is said that this year's Mao Dun Award judge is this old gentleman."

This person is so enthusiastic, the so-called being courteous for nothing, not adultery or robbery. Yang Yi has confirmed his suspicion anyway, so of course he will not talk to him. After thinking about it, he shook his head: "This is not good, there is a teacher here. In any case, after finishing the article, you should always show it to him first, and it would be inappropriate to go around and find someone else now."

Yang Yi's refusal was interpreted by Wu Junji as a young man who could not stand the temptation of fame and fortune, but could not hold back his face.He encouraged him even more vigorously: "What's the big deal? You should show it to Mr. Ji. I'll pass the manuscript over here for you. It won't hinder anything. And the two writers will comment on your article together. , you can also compare, listen to more opinions, even if Ji Lao knows, he will never blame you."

After finishing speaking, I added another sentence: "Besides, I won't gossip around. Of course, this kind of thing is a secret between our brothers and sisters."

Yang Yi really couldn't laugh or cry, this guy's skill in building relationships can be regarded as the top three in Yuezhou's cultural circle.In short, as he talked, he could unknowingly draw the relationship closer. Although his face was a bit ugly, it was really hard to refuse.

"Well, after I finish writing, I will sort out all the manuscripts and ask you to pass them over. Otherwise, it would be a bit impolite to take half of the manuscripts." Nodding casually, Yang Yixu and the stern After a few words, if you don't agree to something, I'm afraid this person will hang around until dinner.

"Okay, okay" Wu Junji hurriedly agreed, and he also knew that he couldn't push too hard once, and a promise was considered an improvement.And before that, he himself had something to arrange, and it was unnecessary if it was too urgent.After making up his mind, he smiled at Yang Yi: "Then I don't submit the manuscript now, I just want to see the next plot. You also know, those of us who read a good article but fail to finish it, that's a shame. It's as if it's killing me, I just don't think about eating and drinking... Hehe, I'm not afraid of your jokes, now it seems that I have become a loyal reader of your "Soil Pimple"."

Who is going to laugh at you? Yang Yi is very speechless, and this guy is talking about it. After all, this is his real purpose now.

Thanks to being able to go around such a big circle, what else can Yang Yi say at this time.It seems unrealistic to expect this guy to find out with his own conscience, what should he do or do something.

So he didn't hesitate any longer, and after nodding to Wu Junjiu, he entered Ji Tangdan's study, looking like he was going to fetch the manuscript.

Looking at Yang Yi's back, Wu Junji's warm and friendly smile just now became mysterious and unpredictable in an instant, he pursed his lips hard, swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and sat up straight again.

After waiting for a while, Yang Yi came back with empty hands.Seeing that there was nothing in the boy's hand, Wu Junji's eyes flashed with disappointment, but then he became enthusiastic again, and he could not see the slightest bit of dissatisfaction.

"Why, the old man is still reluctant?" Wu Jun sent a wink to the study room, showing that he didn't regard Yang Yi as an outsider: "Is there any chapter that is not well written, so it doesn't catch the old man's eyes?"

People who don't know will definitely think that this person is Ji Lao's disciple and knows the old man's habits like the back of his hand.

"No." Yang Yi didn't sit down, but had an innocent smile on his face: "The teacher is criticizing my chapter yesterday, and he said he asked you to go in and discuss it together to see if there is anything wrong with it."

Wu Junji's pupils had an instant dilation-contraction change. He knew that the old man didn't want to see him, so he was able to open the door for himself every time because of the favor of his parents.So every time they come to the door by themselves, the old couple will try to save face in a lukewarm manner, and there will never be any in-depth intersection.

But what happened today?Could it be that the old man has changed his sex?Feel guilty about yourself?Wu Junji gritted his teeth, and immediately drove the thought out of his mind.

It's okay to go and have a look, seeing the tortoise that grows old and never dies is a thief, what kind of idea does it have?

Some people are like this, they only think that others treat them badly, that is why they should never do it, it is not a good thing but they never reflect on what kind of person they are, even if it seems normal to others He also felt that he had ulterior motives for himself.

"Here we come." Ji Tangdan was sitting at the desk without raising his head, but squinted at the reading glasses, and glanced at the two people who came in.

This is the attitude that this old man should have. Seeing Ji Tangdan's attitude towards him, which is no different from usual, Wu Junji, a guy with ghosts in his heart, heaved a long sigh of relief and put his heart at ease. back into the chest.After some people have ghosts in their hearts, their minds gradually become distorted. Others have a pleasant face, but they are planning to do something wrong. It is only normal to give him a bad face all the time.

In this kind of day, of course, Ji Tangdan would not go into the study alone, he left everyone else, and he was just cooperating with Yang Yi in acting—well, from this point of view, Wu Jun sent It is not considered to judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

"It's Xiao Wu. I heard from Yang Yi that you also like his current novel very much?" The old man put down the manuscript in his hand, and then handed it over. At this moment, Wu Junji felt a little flattered. Feeling, but immediately shook his head secretly, driving this thought out.

On the surface, he was still standing respectfully by the side, not even wanting to sit down. After receiving the manuscript, he looked like a treasure in his clothes: "Yeah, I said that I am not afraid of old Ji's joke, Xiaoyi's novel , that's really a level that I can't write in my whole life, but although my writing skills are limited, when it comes to appreciating articles, I can still read it... Well, no, no, I can't say that about Xiaoyi's novel Ah, I think anyone in the industry knows its value."

After hearing this, he seemed to agree very much, and the old man's face was a little bit more amiable: "Yes, I think so too, in fact, let's not talk about you, even if I am myself, I can't write his comments. I can barely do it, but I have to do it myself, forget it, thank you very much.”

Hearing what the old man said, Wu Junji quickly complimented him: "What is this? I think it's because you are not energetic now. Otherwise, I think that under the stimulation of Xiaoyi, maybe you can also rejuvenate another chapter of your literary life. Spring, let’s have a teacher-student double-fire gun, that’s really a good story in our Yuezhou literary world.”

"Hehe, you have never had a bad time with your mouth." The old man seemed to be in good spirits, so he couldn't continue to put on airs, and nodded to the two of them: "Do both, why are you standing there, Xiao Wu, come first, tell me What do you generally think about this novel? If you say it, it can be a reference for Yang Yi."

"Don't, don't say it's a reference, it's all flattering me." Wu Junji was extremely humble, but he couldn't wait to turn over the manuscript paper, and he didn't forget to look up and smile at Yang: "I'm just a simple reader, I'm not qualified Criticizing this book is not qualified”

Ji Tangdan smiled, but didn't answer, and Yang Yi didn't express his opinion, and the room fell silent for a while.

But in the room, in a corner that was hard to notice at first glance, a dark red electronic indicator light was silently flickering.