Freelance Artist

Chapter 447 Tongtiandai!

Let Lin Zhibai, a native of Qinzhou, be the honorary president of the Qizhou Writers Association?

Not to mention that Lin Zhibai felt it was inappropriate, the literati in Qizhou also frowned subconsciously after hearing this, unable to accept this kind of thing at all.

However, when everyone saw the manuscript of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" that Shi Yun was still holding in his hands and seemed reluctant to let go, and several thoughts flashed through their minds like lightning, every guy present actually echoed:

 “I think it works!”

 “Mr. Lin, please don’t refuse!”

 “You should be the honorary president!”

"agree!"

"I agree!"

“Although Mr. Lin is from Qinzhou, I am really convinced!”

 “That’s right!”

This group of people sang together, and Lin Zhibai was stunned. Although he was not drunk, he was still a little drunk at the moment, and his brain could not keep up with his thinking. If he was usually sober, he would definitely be able to see this group of people. What on earth did people have in mind?

it's actually really easy.

 Because Lin Zhibai had already upset the table of the Qizhou Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition today.

　　When Qizhou holds another Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival in the future, no matter how many years pass and how many outstanding literati appear, they will probably all be destined to live in the shadow of Lin Zhibai, because "Shui Diao Ge Tou" is a work worthy of being enshrined as a god!

 For the literati of Qizhou—

Living in the same era as a god-like figure like Lin Zhibai is both a blessing and a tragedy.

 But since there is no way to stop the rise of this god, it is better to open up the situation and tie the entire Qizhou literary world to the opponent's chariot!

I have to say that the literati in Qizhou are really united.

 At this moment, such a tacit understanding can be produced.

Of course there is actually a very special reason for this...

Lin Zhibai was still too dazed to understand, but subconsciously felt that there seemed to be no harm in agreeing.

It's just that even though Lin Zhibai was drunk, he still had instinctive caution in his nature and did not choose to nod immediately.

Just as he was trying to hold back his drunkenness and think hard, Hu Wei and Shi Yun suddenly pulled him to the corner and temporarily asked the photographer to avoid it.

 “Don’t worry, Mr. Lin.”

After confirming that this scene would not be broadcast live, Shi Yun said seriously: "This matter is a win-win outcome for you and our Qizhou Literary Circle. As long as you serve as the honorary president of the Qizhou Literary Circle, Mr. Lin will be in the name of the Qizhou Literary Circle from now on." His status is equal to that of Lao Shi and me."

 Although equality is only nominal...

However, considering Lin Zhibai’s age and qualifications, this is already a step into the Qizhou literary world!

Seeing that Lin Zhibai had not let go, Hu Wei followed up and said: "Mr. Lin is the boss of Shinhwa Publishing House. He must be very worried about how to introduce the company's excellent works to Qizhou. If you become this honorary president, many things will happen." In fact, it’s not that troublesome to do.”

Lin Zhibai’s eyes lit up!

 I won’t get drunk if you tell me this!

After coming to Qizhou, Lin Zhibai found that the most troublesome thing was the introduction of works between states. It was through his relationship with Qi Jianjia that he finally introduced his previous music works here, but the songs were imported. Now that the matter is settled, can we also introduce the novels and comics of Hou Yehou?

Lin Zhibai had no choice.

We can only let Jiang Cheng find a way.

However, Hu Wei and Shi Yun provided Lin Zhibai with implicit promises.

 Obviously they have this kind of energy in Qizhou. No wonder the two of them were at the head of the poetry club. In just a few words, they were able to assign seats to the literati in Qizhou, and everyone present did not dare to be dissatisfied.

Thinking of this.

Lin Zhibai also became serious and said, "These conditions are very tempting, so what do I need to do?"

Hu Wei and Shi Yun looked at each other, and then the former smiled and said: "What Mr. Lin has to do is very simple. At the end of this year, we have an appointment with Chuzhou for a two-continent literary fight. At that time, Mr. Lin will need to use this Qizhou I went to help out as the honorary president of the literary circle.”

I see.

Lin Zhibai understood.

 There was a very important dispute between the literary circles of Qizhou and Chuzhou.

Seeing that the date of the fight was approaching, Qizhou was not sure of winning the fight and would probably be disgraced by then, so he wanted to take this opportunity to bring Lin Zhibai in as a foreign aid, and he did not hesitate to promise many benefits.

 “But I am from Qin...”

Lin Zhibai means that even if I help Qizhou win, Chuzhou still won’t be convinced, right?

Unexpectedly, when Shi Yun heard this, his face turned a bit ugly and he said, "Mr. Lin, do you know that three years ago we had a literary fight with Chuzhou. Qizhou was about to win, but who knew that those literati in Chuzhou were so bad?" Face, a top young talent from Zhaozhou was suddenly arranged to take action, tied the score and won the battle. We were not convinced, but the Chuzhou literary circle directly announced that the Zhaozhou native had officially joined Chuzhou. Literary world, so this matter has precedent, Mr. Lin doesn’t have to worry about his nationality, we all learned this trick of finding foreign aid from them!”

 What a heavy resentment.

　　It turns out that it was a saucy operation that was first played by Chuzhou literary circles.

 No wonder Shi Yun and Hu Wei were willing to spend such a large amount of money to get Lin Zhibai into the game.

After his eyes flickered slightly, Lin Zhibai smiled and said: "It seems that this matter is really not harmful to both of us, so I will serve as the honorary president, but I also want to see the sincerity of the two of you. Mythology Publishing House…”

 “Mr. Lin.”

Shi Yun interrupted Lin Zhibai, "Qinzhou Mythology Publishing House is too big. Before the start of the Qi-Chu literary fight, we can only give three writers quotas, but if Mr. Lin can help Qizhou win at the end of the year, For this Qi Chu Wen Du, we have expanded the number of introductions to ten!"

 Ten! ?

Lin Zhibai smiled, that was enough.

If you don’t consider the development of Shinhwa Publishing House and only consider personal circumstances, even one quota is enough, because Lin Zhibai mainly wants to introduce Bu Yehou’s novels to Qizhou.

But Lin Zhibai is the boss of Shinhwa Publishing House after all.

Therefore, he is not willing to let go of any of these ten precious places. This thing will definitely make Shinhwa Publishing House a coveted partner for countless top writers in Qinzhou. after all…

This is an opportunity for Qinzhou writers to have their works go out of Qinzhou and enter the Qizhou market!

Thinking of this.

Lin Zhibai smiled and said: "I'm a young man, if you don't give me a gift, you'll win."

Shi Yun was stunned, "What?"

 Hu Wei probably likes to surf the Internet. After reading the comments of players of "Glory of Heroes", he can actually pick up the memes even at his age:

“He said he is Tong Tiandai, and our Qizhou team just needs to lie down, and he will win for sure.”

 What a small generation.

　　What can reach the heavens?

Shi Yun, who has a relatively old-fashioned personality, couldn't understand a single word, but he understood what Lin Zhibai called "Bao Ying", so he couldn't help but be overjoyed and said:

 “As long as you can win, it’s easy to say anything.”

If others said this, Shi Yun would just sneer.

Even if Lin Zhibai said this before he wrote "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", Shi Yun would only think that this person was a little arrogant and arrogant.

But after watching Lin Zhibai create works such as "Water Melody Songtou" with his own eyes, and then hearing the other party's confident speech, Shi Yun did not feel that the other party was arrogant at all, but felt that there was no problem with this confidence at all!

 After a deal has been concluded verbally.

Hu Wei and Shi Yun shook hands with Lin Zhibai respectively, with smiles on each other's faces.

 The photographer was finally allowed to get closer to take pictures, but the audience had no idea what the three people had just talked about.

　　【What on earth did they talk about? 】

　　【Looking at the three people smiling, it seems that they have reached some kind of deal? 】

  【Hahahahaha, what kind of py transaction is it that everyone should avoid? 】

  【By the way, is the richest man really going to become the honorary president of our Qizhou literary circle? 】

　　【The richest man will be considered half a Qi man from now on, right? 】

　　【Stop calling me the richest man, call me Mr. Galin! 】

  【Hahaha, I feel that Mr. Lin is weird, and it is difficult to change his mind for a while. 】

The audience was curious about what the three people were talking about, while some of the higher-status literati had their eyes flickering, and they had some guesses in their minds.

 The next scene also verified their suspicions.

 Shi Yun bowed his hands towards everyone, and then said solemnly:

"We just had an in-depth chat with Mr. Lin and confirmed each other's ideas. Finally, after careful discussion between President Hu Wei and I, we decided to formally invite Mr. Lin to serve as the honorary president of our Qizhou Writers Association! What do you think of Mr. Lin? "

 “But it’s disrespectful.”

Lin Zhibai, who reached the "power leveling" deal, did not hesitate this time.

The scene was silent for three seconds. The faces of some literati present were slightly complicated, and then everyone applauded!

"good!"

 “Congratulations Mr. Lin!”

 “Everyone’s welcome!”

 “Haha, I have to call you President Lin from now on!”

“We don’t have many rules in Qizhou, so you can just call me sir.”

“After all, we call them President Hu and President Shi, and we often call them sir.”

“Now Mr. Lin has completely become one of our own!”

 “Qin Qi friendship!”

The three swordsmen of the Qizhou literary world looked at each other with confusion on their faces. Lin Zhibai was instantly on equal footing with the two leaders of the Qizhou literary world!

 This generation is immediately in chaos!

From now on, the three of them will no longer be able to happily call Lin Zhibai "Brother Lin". He was obviously fine when he came!

Also confused is Xia Xinyi. How did Lin Zhibai suddenly become the third figure in Qizhou literary circles, second only to Hu Wei and Shi Yun?

etc!

 Is it because of Qi Chu’s agreement with Wen Du?

Thinking of this matter, Xia Xinyi's eyes couldn't help but become complicated. After all, there was no top master in the Qizhou literary world who could defeat the Chuzhou literary world, so she had to hire Lin Zhibai as a foreign aid?

 In the live broadcast room.

 The audience was instantly excited!

　　【Holy shit! 】

【deal! 】

　　【The richest man will be the honorary president of our Qizhou literary circle from now on! 】

  【What is the level of the honorary president of this Writers Association? 】

　　【The actual power is not high, but the status is very high, second only to Hu Wei and Shi Yun. 】

　　【That's No. 3? 】

　　【Yes, No. 3 in the Qizhou literary world! 】

　　【Considering the age of the richest man, this wave is amazing! 】

　　【Mainly because the richest man's Mid-Autumn Festival poems are so powerful, it's really like an immortal coming to the world. We, Qizhou, must keep this talent! 】

 (End of this chapter)