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But the money for their gathering had to be paid by the Writers Association in the capital.

Because their manuscript fee is very low, but the manuscript tax is ridiculously high, there is no money to afford this party and so on... It is quite natural.

If it wasn't for entertaining the visiting delegation of the Nobel Peace Prize, the Writers Association wouldn't spend this money to let them compare here.

The next day I slept all day, and went to the annual meeting at night.

When we arrived at the party hall, it was very lively, with about 200 people.

At the beginning, Ye Mo thought that the lobby in a hotel like this shouldn't be very big, but after entering it, he found that it was ridiculously big, almost as large as a football field.

Moreover, there were many photos at the door, photos of some great gods, as well as photos of invited star hosts and award-giving stars, which showed that the party had a very high style.

There is a four-meter-wide corridor between here and the traditional writer's hall, with doors facing each other, both sides are open, and the conversation between each other can still be heard clearly.

Their hall is almost as big as a football field, but there are only a dozen or so writers who come.

Adding in the people from the Nobel Prize visiting group and the people from Huamin Daily, there are more than 20 to less than [-] people.

But they also invited a star to be the host, and it was actually Song Zhe!
According to the meaning of traditional writers, this is to entertain foreign friends. Of course, you must show your respect for them, so you choose such a large hall, so that when foreign friends go back, don’t say you are too stingy, and you can also improve yourself. image.

"These grandsons will only engage in such imaginary things, extravagance and waste."

Ye Mo shook his head, suddenly felt that the atmosphere on Wangwen was better.

So I changed my mind about going to the side of traditional writers, and turned to the side of "Yuewen".

"Here I am. This is such a big place by the door. Where can I sit?"

Ye Mo called Liusu.

"I saw you, is that you wearing a mask?"

"it's me!"

"Okay, wait a minute."

After a while, a tall beauty walked towards Ye Mo.

"Are you the urban devil?"

"Yes, you are Tassel?"

Tassel smiled and nodded.

"I didn't expect you to be such a beautiful woman."

"Thank you for the compliment, why are you wearing a mask?
Judging by your forehead and face shape, you should be very handsome. Are you not confident? "

"No, I just don't want people to see my appearance, and there are some other reasons. Haven't you seen the avatar on the top of my identity when I signed the contract? It's actually like that."

Liusu curled her lips: "I didn't even notice, but if you don't want to take it off, it's fine."

Of course, Tassel wouldn't force Ye Mo to take off his mask, but it was a pity that he couldn't see Ye Mo.

"Come this way, please! I'll take you to a seat."

Liusu took Ye Mo's hand and walked forward, like a sister holding a younger brother.

When the two walked over there, some male authors with weird looks came over and asked, "Sister Liusu, who is this great god?"

"Still wearing a mask, do you want to play mystery?"

"I'm wearing a mask too, so you can come over and hold her little hand, okay?"

Liusu smiled and waved to them, saying, "He is the rookie king of this year."

When they were far away, the authors snorted, "Is he the guy who wrote "Fights Break the Sky"?"

"Does he think he is a big star, and he wears a mask because he is afraid of being recognized by fans?"

"You think your fame is as big as Mo Ye's? You can also wear it like him."

"Just wait, when my "Hip to Shoulder Width" is on the shelves, the subscriptions will definitely exceed his."

Ye Mo followed Tassel to the front row.

The writers who had been sitting there for a long time were enjoying the pre-conference song and dance performance on the stage, while looking around for any beautiful writers or editors.

Seeing that Tassel, whom they regarded as a goddess, was holding a man in a mask, he suddenly felt that there was an Amazon forest on his head.

"Sister Su, this is not authentic. I didn't see you leading me here when I came here." A middle-aged fat man with glasses teased.

"That's right, who is this person? Is it as high as our Wubai subscription?" Another man with eyes said.

"Your children have changed three or four girlfriends, are you still jealous of me?" Liusu gave them a white look.

"You broke my heart, please give me a recommendation to soothe my sadness."

"Put him here, we'll check it out for you."

"He was supposed to sit here.

Come on, this is your seat, sit down for a while, I have to go to other things. "

Liusu pulled out the chair, told Ye Mo to sit down, and then walked away.

On the table was a sign that said "Urban Devil". Erbai saw that the guy who created the subscription myth was so young. How many years of experience would it take to do it?

They all gasped.

"Are you the one who broke 30?"

"No wonder Miss Su wants to hold your hand. With your hand speed, which girl doesn't like it?"

"Hehe, I actually finished writing the book ahead of time."

"Then you're very experienced. It's very rare for someone to be named the rookie king after publishing a book in the second half of the year."

"However, we still need to work harder and increase our vocabulary. Don't keep using all kinds of horrible hiss, no trace, a touch of bitterness."

"That's right, we've been writing for more than ten years, and we've mentored many newcomers. Those who are obedient are all high-quality ones, and those who have their own ideas have changed careers."

"Yeah, I'll learn."

Ye Mo was speechless. Although his behavior was good, there was no need to start teaching as soon as we met, right?
"Hey, what is that guy doing here?"

The middle-aged fat man suddenly looked towards the door and said.

Everyone followed and saw an old man walking in from the door, followed by several reporters, and two men pretending to support the old man, including Guo Ming, who expressed his concern for the old man.

These three people came in, walking a little bit carelessly, like the leaders who went to the countryside to inspect.

Soon everyone noticed them, and many discussions soon stopped.

"Who is he?" Ye Mo asked.

The middle-aged fat man said, "You don't even know this? You're still too young. This old guy writes poetry and prose. Qi Lili, I don't know what the hell he's doing here?"

"Oh!"

Like everyone else, Ye Mo looked at those people.

The person in charge of the annual meeting here immediately ran over to greet him. It doesn't mean that everyone scolded each other online and met and had to fight. After all, he is an old writer, and he still needs to be respected at least.

Unexpectedly, Na Qili pushed the person in charge's hand away and motioned for him to take the microphone.

Everyone knew that he was a bad visitor this time, but the person in charge still asked someone to take a microphone, and the song and dance performance on the stage had just ended.

Qi Li tried the microphone and said, "What are you doing?"