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Chapter 258 Literature Forum Meeting (First Update)
The next day, Su Zhao didn't go out, but rested for a day.

I have been thinking about how I can sell the script while hiding my identity.

After all, with him currently in the ban stage, many people would retreat when they saw his name.

Day three.

It was past eight o'clock in the morning.

Su Zhao got up, got dressed and left the hotel.

After going out, he went straight to the subway station not far from the hotel.

There is no other reason. The location of the literary forum this time is in the most prosperous Yi Xun Pedestrian Street in Beijing, not too far from the old city where Han Lao lived.

Yi Xun Pedestrian Street is one of the most prosperous areas in Beijing. There is a constant flow of people every day. Many tourists and young people like to go shopping, shopping, eating, and relaxing here. They are so uncomfortable.

Over time, Yi Xun Pedestrian Street has also produced a problem that has caused headaches for many people, that is, traffic jams!
Not only is there a traffic jam, even the subways and buses are full of people, getting on a bus is no less than a war of the century.

When Su Zhao got off the bus, it was nearly ten o'clock, and the literature forum hiuu immediately started.

Walking quickly towards the building where the meeting was held, Su Zhao found a large red arch at the entrance of the building from a distance, with words such as congratulations written on it.

There are also banners on both sides of the hotel gate, and it is impossible to see what is written on them.

Sending you really looks like a bluff, it seems that there are many lively people.

Holding the invitation and passing through the agents, Su Zhao walked over the steps and walked into the hotel Datang.

In the lobby, a lot of people ignore it, and there is a table on the right side of the gate, on which there is a sign-in place for a literary forum.

It seems to be quite strict, maybe it is because of the fear that someone with a heart will get in.

Stepping over to the table, Su Zhao asked, "Is the literature forum signed here?"

The person in charge of signing was a middle-aged woman in her 40s. Without raising her head or opening her eyes, she directly pushed a signature form on the table in front of Su Zhao.

"Write down your name, phone number, and the province you're from."

Su Zhao lowered his head and saw that many names had been signed on the form. Judging from the addresses, almost all literary associations from all over the country had sent people.

After writing his name and phone number on the form, Su Zhao opened it and asked to see which literary association was written on it.

As a result, before the top name, there was no name of any writers' association at all, only the word Su Zhao.

What does this mean?
Su Zhao didn't understand either, so she could only ask the middle-aged woman, "Sister, let me ask, what should I do if I don't have a name in front of me?"

The middle-aged woman looked up at Su Zhao, "I don't know which province I'm from!"

Come on, it's the same as if you didn't ask this question.

Su Zhao thought for a while, and then wrote Dongliao on the address bar.

After all, Mr. Xie and himself met in Dongliao, and Mr. Xie settled in Yangtong, so there should be no problem.

After writing these, Su Zhao returned the form to the middle-aged woman.

The other party looked down at the phone, without looking up at all, and said directly: "Go upstairs from the left, the large meeting room on the fifteenth floor."

Following the direction of the other party's fingers, Su Zhao found an elevator and went directly to the fifteenth floor.

The fifteenth floor is a spacious and bright large meeting room, which is divided into two areas.

There are a lot of coffee tables, tables and chairs on the left half, where many people are talking and discussing. Not far away is a not-so-high podium with a row of tables already set up, which should be prepared for meetings.

Half of it is a free area, which is divided into many blocks, and each small area is hung with the names of various publishing houses and film and television companies.

It seems that the literature forum has not yet started, so Su Zhao walked around on the right first.

Many publishing houses and film and television companies only sent one or two people, looking very leisurely.

Su Zhao also understands this very well.

After all, any well-known writer and screenwriter has a fixed publishing house and a company in the future, and usually signs a contract.

As for those writers who didn't sign contracts to try their luck, their level is definitely not very good, and these publishing houses don't bother.

Coming to the literary forum summit, to put it bluntly, is to give the literary association a face and a show.

Finally, Su Zhao stopped at the entrance of an area called An'an Film and Television, and asked a young man, "Let me ask, do you still accept scripts here?"

The young man looked up at Su Zhao, didn't recognize him at all, and shook his head expressionlessly, "No script!"

Hearing people say this, Su Zhao was about to leave, but suddenly the young man behind him continued.

"To come here to sell scripts, you must have no skills. If you have a good script, it would have been snatched away."

Su Zhao suddenly stopped, and looked back at the young man just now.

At this time, a middle-aged man sitting next to him noticed that Su Zhao had turned his head, and quickly stabbed the young man, signaling him to stop talking.

The young man didn't look up, but still looked at the phone and said, "Mr. Ma, don't be like this. Isn't what I'm telling the truth? Our boss didn't tell me the same thing before he came here. Try not to accept scripts, because there are almost no good scripts left."

The young man who was playing with his mobile phone didn't even notice that Su Zhao had come back, and he was babbling nonsense.

"In my opinion, this person just now has no skills. Look at him wearing sunglasses and deliberately hiding himself. He must have done something bad. Otherwise, he would not even dare to show his face?? This person should not be taken care of , don't hate me, I'm just telling the truth, others have gone away, what are you afraid of!"

"You mean me?"

The young man was startled by Su Zhao's soft question. He raised his head suddenly and found that Su Zhao was standing in front of him, wearing sunglasses, looking down at him.

However, the young man was very courageous, and he didn't panic at all. He straightened his neck and said, "Ah, what about you? What's wrong? I'm not right? If you have the ability, take off your sunglasses and let me see who you are." , if you are really famous, I will slap myself on the spot and scold me for being blind, do you dare?"

In order to prove his guess, the young man not only refused to admit his mistake, but challenged Su Zhao instead.

The middle-aged man next to him called Mr. Ma quickly stood up and smoothed things over with Su Zhao, "Uh, sir, don't be as knowledgeable as him, kid, you don't know anything! You don't mind if you're talking nonsense, just be an ass. Let him go."

Su Zhao, who was wearing sunglasses, really didn't want to take them off, as this would expose her identity.

"Hey, Mr. Ma, you see I'm right, you can't even take off your sunglasses, just pretend here, who do you think you are?"

Seeing that Su Zhao didn't move and you were working, the young man thought he had the upper hand and continued to taunt.

"You are so defiant at such a young age, I don't know how your parents educated you."

After Su Zhao finished speaking, she picked up the signature pen prepared on the table, and began to write on the white paper next to her.

(End of this chapter)