After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 387: With you here, can online writers be bullied?

Seeing that Zou Yingde was still confused, Zhu Yanlin was so angry that he lost his temper a little.

"Old Zou, let me tell you something. In terms of royalties and taxes, some departments have done statistics. Online writers pay three times the tax that traditional writers pay."

"Also, every time our Writers Association has an event, Lao Shi and his branch supports the most. Although this is a voluntary form, it is reasonable that the Writers Association takes advantage of the Internet Literature Association in some aspects, but it is possible."

Speaking of this, Zhu Yanlin stopped talking, and a look of hesitation appeared in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"What?"

Zou Yingde was still struggling with the "reading comprehension" about "Ball of Fat", and he was even more confused by Zhu Yanlin's sudden turn.

Isn't I talking about "Fat Ball", how can I get involved in the royalties and taxes? And the Internet Literature Association has gone to the Internet.

He knew that Zhu Yanlin was talking about the truth. Although online writers are looked down upon by some traditional writers in the circle, whether they pay taxes to the state and support the Writers Association in money, they are undoubtedly the highest among all branches.

There is no way, online writers make money relatively faster than traditional writers publish physical books.

Although the top traditional writers earn more than online writers, they cannot withstand the threshold for online writers, and the author base is huge. Moreover, it is not difficult for those online writers at the level of great masters to earn millions a year.

"However, the benefits that the online literature association enjoys in the Writers Association are much worse than other associations. Many associations do not interact with them, and some people say something that is really too much."

"So, Lao Zou, do you think the Internet Literature Association looks like the mutton fat balls in the book, the writers who talk about gossip, and some relevant departments that only know how to ask for, do you look like the group of people in the book?"

Zhu Yanlin expressed his understanding. After saying that, his face trembled violently because he was among those people. After all, he is now the president of the Writers Association.

"Forehead"

After listening to the first sentence, Zou Yingde actually felt it, but he was not as deep as he thought.

Comparing the Internet Literature Association to the mutton fat balls is understandable, but is it a bit too much to compare them to the selfish and despicable people in the book?

Is the president even becoming a villain after becoming cruel?

Are you really that excessive about online writers?

No, that is, I don’t talk to Shi Peilin and the others very much. I don’t take them with me in some activities, and I don’t give them so many members. Occasionally, I occasionally criticize online works, and there should be nothing else.

Yes. But it seems that this is not good. After all, they are very supportive of the activities organized by the Writers Association and buy gifts for everyone during festivals.

Thinking of this, Zou Yingde was silent, and Zhu Yanlin didn't say anything anymore.

The room was silent for seven or eight minutes, and Zou Yingde couldn't hold it in the first place.

"No, I have to ask this brat, what does he mean? Why? He slapped Zhao Wenhua in the face with "The Diary of the Madman". His wings have become hard in the past two years, and he has also made a sequel. Do you slapped our Writers Association in the face with "The Ball of Fat"?"

As he said that, he took out his cell phone and called Chen Tianhong directly.

Zhu Yanlin wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it, he thought he would ask clearly before talking. Maybe he was wrong. The child was simply a satirizing the bourgeoisie in France that era.

But after waiting for more than a minute, I didn't hear Zou Yingde's question.

"Old Zou, what's wrong?"

"The little brat is on the phone, I'll call later."

Zou Yingde pulled the corner of his mouth and shook his phone helplessly.

"He's quite busy."

Zhu Yanlin laughed and scolded, his eyes stayed on the lunch box on the table for a few seconds, but he still had no appetite.

"President, the food is cold, why don't I go and heat it up for you?"

"No, I'll let Xiaoyan go."

While speaking, Zhu Yanlin picked up the phone and soon a middle-aged man came in with a lunch box to warm up the dishes.

"Old Zou, do you think another article "Border Town" is beautiful?"

"Yes, the president, it's completely different from the style of "Ball of Fat."

"Then you sit down and rest for a while, I'll take a look."

Zhu Yanlin did not let Zou Yingde go, and after saying that, he picked up another manuscript on his own.

Zou Yingde didn't plan to leave either. He sat on the sofa and continued to call Chen Tianhong, but he called several times, all of which were on the phone.

In this way, I waited until Zhu Yanlin finished watching "Border Town" and the phone was not passed.

"It's been more than an hour since this kid called me, so he won't block me, right?"

Zou Yingde suddenly had such an idea. Why don’t the president try to defeat him?

Murgingly, he looked up at Zhu Yanlin, but saw that this person's brows frowned again, and his heart suddenly felt a little shocked.

"No. I don't know that "Border Town" also has metaphors that I haven't seen, right?"

Zhu Yanlin felt Zou Yingde's gaze and said.

"Old Zou, I'm very suspicious sometimes. If you didn't say that it was written by him alone and only read the manuscript, who would have believed that this was from the hands of the manuscript, Tianhong's brain."

As he spoke, Zhu Yanlin didn't know how to describe it.

He frowned just now, not because there was a metaphor for "Border Town", but because he was feeling that such an article was actually written by a young man in his twenties.

"He is indeed a genius, but some talent is used on us."

Zhu Yanlin's words showed that "Border Town" had no other meaning, which made Zou Yingde breathe a sigh of relief, but he immediately complained.

"Haha, why, Tianhong's phone hasn't been connected yet?"

After watching "Border Town", Zhu Yanlin's mood improved a lot, and he was intimately called "Tianhong".

"I haven't connected and I've been on the phone. President, why don't you call one? I now suspect that this kid has blocked my mobile phone number."

Zou Yingde said angrily, looking at Zhu Yanlin made him laugh, but he still took out his cell phone and called Chen Tianhong.

As a result, what I heard was a sentence from the customer service lady, "I'm sorry, the phone number you made is on the phone."

Because he opened the hands-free one, Zou Yingde also heard it, "President, you won't block you, will you?"

Zhu Yanlin: "."

In fact, Chen Tianhong has not blocked anyone. He is making a video call with Liu Yifei. They have not seen each other for more than a month, so it is normal for the phone to be called for more than an hour.

"Tianhong, the tables and chairs here are so historical. I heard from the principal that it has a history of nearly a hundred years."

Liu Yifei, who was on the other side of the phone, was in a small church, and she was changing the camera to show Chen Tianhong.

"Just listen to him nonsense. The tables and chairs for nearly a hundred years can be placed in museum exhibitions, and will they be publicly used for filming?"

Chen Tianhong curled his lips and didn't believe it at all. Such words could deceive the innocent Liu Yifei.

Recently, Liu Yifei is not in China and goes to the UK to film. She is a big-produced film with an investment of nearly 800 million yuan. From directors to actors, she is the top star in the entertainment industry. With Liu Yifei's current popularity, she has not become the leading female lead.

But being selected as the second female lead is enough to prove Yifei's current acting skills, because the script was not written by Chen Tianhong, and the investor was not Yajue Film and Television. Most of the people chose Liu Yifei because of her own strength. She was able to play this role well, not because she considered Chen Tianhong's influence and his face.

"Tianhong, that's true. This classroom is not taught publicly. We can borrow it for filming, but it actually benefits you. Director Guan and Producer Huo said that they would invite you to dinner when they go back. Hey, but I've had several big meals for you."

Liu Yifei spitted her naughty little tongue and giggled.

"Is it my light?"

Chen Tianhong was confused when he heard this. He had no friendship with the president of Cambridge University in the UK, and he had never seen him.

Could it be because of Pearson?

This big-produced film that Liu Yifei participated in needs to be filmed abroad. The UK is just the first stop and has to go to other countries later. A month ago, Chen Tianhong called Pearson and asked him to take care of Yifei more if he had something to do.

Although Liu Yifei has assistants and bodyguards when she goes out to film, she is still abroad and is more appropriate to find local local snakes.

"You forgot Mr. Pearson you brought me to see last time. He heard that I came to the UK to film, so he called me. By the way, Mr. William has been following the crew. This time we can go to Cambridge University to film, and the principal he found."

Liu Yifei briefly told the matter. She didn't know that Chen Tianhong called Pearson, but she knew that she didn't have that much face.

"Then it seems that the rumors are true. Cambridge University was the first to become a world-renowned university with the support of the royal family. Now, I owe Pearson a favor."

Chen Tianhong muttered, but didn't pay much attention, because his relationship with Pearson has not been broken in the past two years, and his own "Shelf Detectives Collection" helped the UK to promote it well.

Therefore, the British government also built the virtual No. 221 Baker Street in the novel, which is the address of Sherlock Holmes, which attracted many book fans from all over the world to visit and invisibly promoted the development of London's tourism industry.

He didn't care, but Liu Yifei became worried when she heard this. The debt of favors was the hardest to pay.

"Tianhong, this won't make it difficult for you to do, right?"

"It's okay, I'm going to write another new case in Sherlock Holmes in the past two days. Pearson must be very happy to know that. By the way, Ife, how long do you have to film in the UK?"

"It probably will take one to two months. Not long ago, this was not a lot of scenes I had never expected before. Mr. William came forward and agreed and the script had also been changed."

Liu Yifei said truthfully.

"One to two months and two days later, the holiday will take place. I will go home to see my parents, uncles and aunts, and then go to the UK to find you. I haven't seen you for more than a month. I miss you very much. Do you miss me?"

"Ah, you are coming to England. I miss you, of course."

Liu Yifei was surprised at first, and then said shyly.

Next, after the two of them spoke sweet words, they both reluctantly hung up the phone.

As soon as the phone rang out, more than a dozen consecutive text messages were prompted, which scared Chen Tianhong.

When he saw that it was Zhu Yanlin and Zou Yingde who did not answer the phone, he was quite puzzled. He had never heard of any exchange meetings in the Writers Association recently, and he did not think about his own submissions.

Chen Tianhong called Zhu Yanlin first, "Hey, President, I'm just playing video with Yifei. Is there anything you have to do with me?"

Zhu Yanlin on the phone finally finished lunch and was chatting with Zou Yingde on the Border Town. When he saw Chen Tianhong's phone call coming in, his face instantly pulled down. He had not forgotten to turn on the hands-free before speaking.

"Chen Tianhong, "The Ball of Fat" is well written!"

""Fat Ball"? President, you have read my submissions. Our Writers Association is so efficient now."

Chen Tianhong was very surprised. According to the normal process, the manuscript submitted yesterday would have to wait ten days and half a month before the president could get to where he was.

However, his last words of surprise fell into the ears of Zhu Yanlin and Zou Yingde, and it became the efficiency of this kid in the diss Writers Association.

"Chen Tianhong, you guys, I said last time that you would write another "The Diary of a Madman". I didn't expect that you guys really dare to write it. Tell me who do you mean by Mr. Bird, Mrs. Bird, Countess, and nuns in the book."

Zou Yingde couldn't help it and started roaring at the phone, with blue veins on his face slightly rising.

Zhu Yanlin gave him a calm look instead.

"Uh, Mr. Zou, you are here too! I did not write the continuation of "The Madman's Diary". Who did they refer to in "The Ball of Fat"? They are a class, representing the aristocratic bourgeoisie in the 1770s."

Chen Tianhong said in a somewhat faint voice.

"Haha, don't be careless anymore, why, dare to write or admit it? Do you want me to explain it for you?"

Zhu Yanlin snorted coldly.

"Ahem. President, Mr. Zou, the conscience of heaven and earth! "The Ball of Fat" is really not the second "The Diary of the Madman". I finished reading the history of France again, and it was purely inspired."

"But I think people like the mutton fat ball exist in any era. They are generous and sincere, but are taken for granted by the other party and given good intentions without selflessness, but are ignored by the other party. In the face of gains and losses, the selfishness of human nature is far beyond our imagination. Alas, the abyss has a bottom, but people's hearts are unpredictable."

"President, what this kid said is quite reasonable."

Zou Yingde whispered to Zhu Yanlin.

Zhu Yanlin nodded, and the sentence "The abyss has a bottom, but people's hearts are unpredictable" is very suitable for his taste.

Chen Tianhong's words continued: "For example, our online writers are considered by some people to be bullied by mutton fat. Maybe they did not do as excessive as Mr. Bird, but we have not received the respect we should have!"

"Of course, they are just a small group of people, most of them are like the president, Mr. Zou, you are noble and honest, selfless, and help each other."

"Stop, stop, Tianhong, you're almost OK."

"Ahem."

Seeing that Chen Tianhong became more and more outrageous, Zhu Yanlin and Zou Yingde couldn't stand it anymore. Both of them knew that this little mouth was very good and had talked with the president of the United States.

"President, I'm telling the truth. Look at how unrespected our online writers are. The library collection activities are just proof! I have no other meaning. I can't let others bully you, that is, writing a book to show our current pitiful situation, just selling miserable things."

Zhu Yanlin: "."

Zou Yingde: "."

It's just a tragic sale. You're pointing at the nose and cursing. It's only two years since the incident of "The Madman's Diary". You have created another "The Ball of Fat" that is even more excessive than it. In the book, you portray the images of those people. We just read it.

Now the two really want to say, can online writers be bullied with you?

"Tianhong, this matter cannot be decided by our Writers Association, but I can promise you that I will think of a solution. OK, let's not talk about it. If you have time, come to us for tea. Let's do this first."

In the end, Zhu Yanlin, who wanted to "spond against the enemy", chose to stand in the same camp as Chen Tianhong.

In response, Zou Yingde also expressed his support for this. Not to mention that online writers are part of their Writers Association, the article "Fat Ball" will definitely resound in China and will even win a foreign literary award.

At that time, who is willing to be that small group of people? Who is willing to be a villain?

I believe no one will be that stupid.

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(End of this chapter)