Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 628

One sentence made Liang Chun want to find a crack in the ground. He thought he was a king, and he wanted to step on this web writer in front of so many people, so as to show his superior status.

But in the end, he was a bronze, let others step on him, and had a good time in Versailles.

"You, you...you are not a writer! So what if you make a lot of money? You..."

Liang Chun was already furious, he really wanted to grab Ling Yun's collar and have a real-life PK with him, the intense jealousy made him uncomfortable, but at this moment, Ling Yun finished the last bite of egg, picked up the toilet paper and wiped it hand, got up and smiled at him disdainfully.

"Hehe, thank you, Mr. Liang, for your earnest teaching today. I'm done eating. Well, I still have something to do. Take it easy."

"you……"

Liang Chun was so angry that he was about to explode, but unfortunately, Ling Yun had already turned around and left, but this was not over yet, when the fat man got up to leave, he didn't know whether it was on purpose or what, he even spat into the trash can next to Liang Chun phlegm.

Seeing this posture, the old man with the snakeskin bag on his back hurriedly followed.

Going out the door, the old man with the snakeskin bag smiled and spoke to Ling Yun.

"Young man, I didn't expect you to be so big and the honorary president of the National Writers Association. I really looked down on people and thought you were ordinary people passing by."

"Hehe, Uncle, in my opinion, there is no distinction between high and low in the literary circle. Everyone recites poems and composes poems just to express their own emotions. Those who are knowledgeable sing a few poems, and those who are uneducated say 'I am Cao'." It doesn't matter, there is no one who is superior and who is inferior, just now I just couldn't see the other party's superior attitude. According to the Buddhist saying, I am called "image".

"No no no."

Uncle Snakeskin Bag waved his hands again and again, then sighed and said as he walked.

"What you said just now is actually what I want to say. These years, our circle has been too impetuous. Many people have no talent at all. The so-called poems they make are actually nonsense doggerel. I am ashamed to see it. Panic, just like this, someone who has a way can still publish it in an open manner, alas..."

After understanding, Uncle Snakeskin Bag's surname is Song, so let's call him Uncle Song.

Uncle Song introduced Ling Yun.

"I don't know when, our circle has changed. The publishers and magazines I used to work with have also begun to transform into new literature. They publish whatever attracts and demands them, such as dog blood. Love triangle, cheating and wearing a cuckold... It's hard for those of us who write serious literature...

Just like me, these years I can only buy some cigarettes with the manuscript fee, and I usually rely on farming to make a living. Outsiders call me a writer, but I am actually an old farmer.We have no way out, others are different, for example, there is a girl in our association, whose father is the president, so he brought this girl in, and published a poem for 5000 yuan, only about 100 words..."

"The price is okay."

"Yes, but it's her who gave money to other publishers, not the publisher who gave her money. It's a laughing stock among us."

"Huh? You still need to pay someone else's publishing house to publish your poems?"

When Ling Yun heard this, he also said that it was unheard of and unbelievable, Lao Song smiled wryly and nodded.

"Yeah, it's because of these people that the publishing house is completely reversed now. In the past, we contributed articles to the publishing house, and the publishing house paid us for the manuscript. Now, whoever pays the publishing house, the publishing house publishes it." Poems and articles. Sometimes it happens that there are too many people, and there will be price hikes in the circle.”

……

The three of them walked all the way to the gate of Shangjing University, and saw that the old man was carrying a woven bag like a scavenger. The guard refused to let him in, even if he took out the invitation letter. The guard simply suspected that he picked it up while scavenging. , but this is also understandable, after all, no one can connect his appearance with the writer.

"Let me do it."

Lao Song still wanted to argue with the guard, but Ling Yun simply stopped in front of him.

He took out his mobile phone and called Professor Sun. The guard immediately let the three of them go.

At this time Ling Yun became suspicious again.

"Uncle Song, I see that there are quite a lot of people who came to participate in the compilation and submission of textbooks this time. You and I have no doubt that they must be for their dreams and for the country, but these people... can't all be so tall, can they? Just like Liang Chun before. , he will not also be for the education of the country, right?"

Mentioning this matter, Lao Song sighed again.

"Hey, these people, they talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, but they actually come here for gilding. As long as their works are selected, they can be included in the textbooks of the dolls. As long as they are included in the textbooks, they will become celebrities in the future. If they become celebrities, then there will be more publishers and magazines looking for them to publish books, and they will naturally be able to make more money. In the end, it’s all about money.”

The fat man pursed his lips and cursed something, the three of them didn't speak any more, and according to the address in the invitation letter, they came to the first floor of a certain teaching building together. Ling Yun was amused when he saw it. This classroom was the one where he gave a big class to a group of professors yesterday. The place.

Now they opened the door and went in. They suddenly found that the classroom that was empty yesterday with more than 100 people was already crowded with people. It is a blessing to be able to stand, let alone sit.

In the row in front of the classroom, there were five judges. Besides Professor Sun and Luan Gang, there were three other judges whom he didn't know. All of them had serious faces, and they were whispering to each other at the moment, while the classroom was filled with smoke and immortal air.

Smoking was originally not allowed in the school, but who made this group of people are all tens of years old or even older, especially Professor Sun, he is a big smoker, and he takes the lead in smoking. Follow up.

Even many people still smoke cigarettes and dry tobacco. Even Ling Yun is a smoker, and now he is caught in the mixed smell of second-hand smoke, and he is coughing non-stop.

In addition, there are unknown smells of sweat and feet. The fat man only stayed for 3 minutes, and directly pinched his nose and said that he was not interested in literature, but he was interested in female students in the Faculty of Arts. He went out to find female students. The students flirted.

"Hey, it's almost time, let's not wait for others, so... please put on your shoes if you take off your shoes, and stop smoking, otherwise I can't see who you are. .”

Sun Sanguai sat in the middle, smashing the butt of the cigarette, and at the same time telling others not to smoke.

After the people below were quiet, he began to continue talking.

"Maybe everyone knows this time? Let me make a long story short. Our Chinese textbooks need to be revised from the first grade to the high school stage. The main task is to add a certain amount of prose, modern poems, ancient poems, etc. Except for you before In addition to the submissions sent to us, there are still some vacancies on our side, so today, if anyone has a new manuscript, they can dictate it or submit it on the spot."

After Sanguai Sun finished speaking, Luan Gang next to him immediately added another sentence full of desire for survival.

"By the way, everyone can speak Mandarin, please try to communicate in Mandarin as much as possible."

(End of this chapter)