The Great Reckless Man of Entertainment from the Beginning

Chapter 30 The dove occupies the magpie's nest and speaks nonsense

The largest studio studio of East China University of Communication was specially vacated today, leaving the venue for Qihang.

Five p.m.

The literary symposium, led by Qihang and hosted by the East China Writers Association, will be held here as scheduled.

When Taishan arrived at the studio with Li Xiang, the symposium was about to begin.

"Li Xiang, I'll excuse you now and let Lixia accompany you here. I'm the host and I have a lot to do..." Taishan continued:

"You can sit wherever you like. The symposium is over. I'll set up a game to keep everyone busy!"

"It's okay, you are busy first." Li Xiang waved his hand indifferently.

I entered the studio and found a seat in the corner to sit down.

Rikka was also accompanying him.

[East China Writers Association Literary Symposium]

The banner was hung high above the stage, but the title made Li Xiang a little confused.

A symposium for online writers was organized by the Writers Association?

This thing is quite new.

Not long after, the symposium officially began.

This meeting was presided over by Taishan himself.

Three old men in Chinese tunic suits were seated in the first row early, representatives of the Writers' Association who had hair styles that were difficult to support.

The famous lake Mediterranean hangs high above their heads.

The name tags placed in front of the seats are each longer and taller than the last.

Just the names of these three people are so complete that they could probably circle the earth twice and a half.

The two rows behind were filled with their disciples and grandchildren.

Li Xiang had nothing to do, so he took Li Xia's information and checked the deeds of the online authors who were present.

Taishan walked onto the stage and after a simple but thoughtful introduction, he quickly introduced the first guest lecturer.

"Next, I would like to invite Mr. Zheng Guoqiang, Vice Chairman of the East China Writers Association, Deputy Secretary General of the East China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and Visiting Professor of the Xiangnan College of Literature!"

In applause.

Sitting in the middle of the first row, an old man wearing a Chinese tunic suit and the largest area of ​​​​the Mediterranean Sea above his head slowly stood up and walked to the stage waving his right hand like a veteran cadre.

He took the microphone, coughed slightly, and started teaching!

"Hello, comrades!"

Except for the disciples and grandsons in the front row who applauded enthusiastically, the elegant sparrows in the back row were silent...

Fortunately, Taishan reacted in time and gave out sparse applause at his signal.

When Zheng Guoqiang saw this scene, there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He pretended to be reserved and said:

"I am busy with work and have no time to hold this symposium, but Mr. Wang has paid three visits to the thatched cottage. I am really unable to refuse your hospitality. In addition, I also have a certain amount of research on Internet literature, so I will tell you my views today!

"

"First of all, online literature is a branch of literature, and of course it is a part of literature!"

"It is down-to-earth literature, a pastime for ordinary people after dinner, and literature for the masses!"

"We all should come from the people and go to the people!"

"but!"

"Literature and art must not be limited to this level alone. Art originates from life but is higher than life!"

"In addition to bringing entertainment to the people, our works should also have their own cultural heritage, guide people's aesthetics, and improve people's consciousness!"

"Everyone here can be considered a reputable author of online literature, so I will tell the truth!"

"You haven't done enough in this regard!"

"Traditional literature is about spring and snow, while online literature is about lower-class people. Is this right?"

"Yes or no!"

“Can Lower Riba literature simply cater to the market and readers?”

"You write whatever readers want to see? What types of themes are popular in the market, do you write whatever they want?"

"This is obviously wrong!"

"You have gone further and further down the wrong path!!!"

"You should tell the story of Yangchun Baixue in a lower-class way, and use easy-to-understand novel themes to promote the values ​​​​of today's mainstream society!"

“This is the ‘Tao’ of online literature!”

"We must not engage in the three vulgar cultures - vulgarity, vulgarity and kitsch are all undesirable and must be resolutely banned!"

"I have also read the five works of Qihang Masterpiece Hall!" Zheng Guoqiang looked disdainful: "The wording and writing are barely above the passing line, but the three common problems are still inevitable!"

"Who is Feng Yexiao?"

Fengshen stood up and signaled.

Zheng Guoqiang stared at him with regret on his face:

"I read your Xuanxian Taoist Chapter. Since the theme of Xianxia is divorced from the theme of martial arts, it must not be superficial!"

"Your spiritual core is too pale. I read the whole article and there is no chivalrous spirit at all! How can this kind of book be honored in the hall of elegance and be sought after by thousands of readers?"

"On the contrary, the works of us traditional masters can only lie in the pile of old paper and gather dust? This has to be said to be a kind of sadness, your sadness, our sadness, and the sadness of the times!"

Fengshen clenched his fists, and after hesitating for a while, he sat down expressionlessly...

It can be seen from the facts that this is indeed the tragedy of Internet article authors - at the Internet article symposium, the lecturers are traditional literature authors?

Being called by names, pointed at the nose and scolded, all I can do is break my teeth and swallow...

no way!

How many years has the online literature industry developed in total?

Social status is not high.

What about traditional literary authors?

When an author joins a regional writers' association and has an official position, his star ranking is higher than 99% of Internet article authors.

Coupled with the deep-rooted traditional literary competitions, the honor of the winners is far beyond what a king of online literature can match.

This is the difference between the two.

In order not to cause trouble, even if others point their fingers at you and scold you, you can only endure it!

The online article writers in the audience, who can be said to be members at the top of the online article industry pyramid, were reprimanded by him one after another by name!

Everyone's face looked a little gloomy...

It's funny to say.

In an online literature symposium, it only matters that the person teaching the class is from the Writers Association.

Even the first three rows of seats were occupied by Zheng Guoqiang and several disciples of the old man on the stage!

Even people of Fengshen's level can only sit silently in the corner...

The dove occupying the magpie's nest is the most embarrassing thing in the world!

Taishan sat in the audience, listening to Zheng Guoqiang's scolding, his face became increasingly ugly.

Even the faces of most people in the inspection team gradually became gloomy.

Damn you!

Wouldn't this slap us in the face in public?

After Taishan heard half of it, he was really angry and dragged Mr. Wang out.

We walked all the way outside the lecture hall.

Taishan sat down on the steps, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, feeling extremely depressed:

"Mr. Wang, why don't we let people from the Writers Association come forward to deal with internal matters within the online literature industry?"

Mr. Wang sat down next to Mount Tai and complained:

"Taishan, you also know that not only we set sail, the most important thing for the entire Internet literary circle at this stage is to seek mainstream recognition."

"As an older generation of writers in East China, Mr. Zheng, it's not easy to find someone with a high status who is willing to cooperate with us!"

Brothers, the early stage of urban life is difficult, I know this well, but the traffic is really too little, and the natural exposure is approaching zero. I hope that readers who like this book can support it with recommendation votes, monthly tickets, rewards, collections, and ruthless

Hit me hard!

(End of chapter)