reborn perfect male god

Chapter 230 What are you?
"I go up to speak?"

After dinner, Lin Ruofeng couldn't help but feel ashamed when he heard the task given by the editor-in-chief Wu Yulin.

"Yes, you are the supreme god here, who else is there?"

Wu Yulin said with a smile.Although this is also a reason, but Wu Yulin knows that none of those great gods is willing to take this hot potato.

Traditional writers in Wanwan don't like mainland Internet writers at all, and when they go up to speak, they are always accompanied by cynicism.Those who spoke in the previous sessions were all red-faced by ridicule and shamed to step down.

In this way, it seems that Wanwan's exchange meeting does not intend to cancel this speech session, as if it is here to entertain everyone at the end, specifically to make those traditional writers laugh.

Although the situation is like this, everyone understands it in their hearts, but if people say it out of nowhere, are you going to expose it?It can only be a dumb person eating coptis!
And Wu Yulin at least knew Lin Ruofeng's identity, he was a well-known Jiangnan talent, if he had to speak up, it wouldn't be so embarrassing!
"All right!"

In the end, Lin Ruofeng nodded and agreed to the task.

time flies.

The people participating in the exchange meeting arrived at the scene very early.

"Hey, aren't those Internet writers from mainland China?"

"Writer? Hehe, let's write!"

"That's right, it's just some codewriters in front of the computer!"

"That's right, I really don't know what the organizer of the exchange meeting thinks. Inviting these people every year is simply lowering the level of our exchange meeting!"

"Hey, he makes a lot of money, of course the organizer wants to invite him!"

"I heard that there are quite a few exchanges sponsored this time, otherwise so many people can participate?"

As soon as he entered the venue, before he sat down, he heard cynicism from all directions, and the voices of the discussions were undisguised, as if they were aimed at them.

"This group of guys have nothing good to say when they come!"

Wu Yulin also heard it, and her smiling face turned red.

Liu Changming's eyes were burning, while the others buried their heads low, for fear of being seen and being picked on.

With a smile on Lin Ruofeng's face, as if he didn't hear it, he spotted a spot and was about to sit down.

"Sorry, there's someone here!"

A man next to him smiled and said to Lin Ruofeng.

Lin Ruofeng nodded and found another place.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I took this seat before!" A man with pointed ears and hooked nose ran over from nowhere and sat down on it.

Lin Ruofeng found a few more, almost all of them were found!In the huge venue, the rows in the back are empty, but there are always people popping up to grab seats.

"These guys did it on purpose!" Liu Changming couldn't stand it anymore. Lin Ruofeng was someone he admired, but he was also made things difficult by these guys.

Not only Lin Ruofeng, but others also encountered the same situation.

Not long after, the seats were seated one by one, Lin Ruofeng and the others who had come over early, stood out in the middle of the walkway like a flock.

Sneering gazes came from all around, and Liu Changming and others were very angry.Even Lin Ruofeng was quite angry. He knew that traditional writers like Wanwan didn't like mainland Internet writers, but unexpectedly, it was such a dislike!

Now, Lin Ruofeng finally understands why the supreme gods and the top masters would give up such a good learning opportunity and not come to this treasure island known as the holy land of traditional novels. The website only sent some young gods to come. .

"Who are you? The exchange meeting is about to start, why are you still standing here!"

Suddenly, a man around 45 appeared behind him, wearing a pair of glasses, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with an angry look on his face, and a man around [-] beside him.

"It's Master Zhao Xuemin, hehe, these writers are so embarrassing!"

"Tsk tsk, who doesn't know that Master Zhao hates internet writers the most!"

"Guys who smell like copper, how can they compare with us? Traditional literature has been tainted by them!"

"That's right. I really hope that Master Zhao will teach them a good lesson. It's best to train them so that they don't dare to come in the future. Our exchange meeting is really called an exchange meeting for writers!"

"That's right, to hold a writers exchange meeting and let some code writers come in, wouldn't it be like putting stones in a heap of gold, just pretending to be fake!"

Seeing Zhao Xuemin standing behind, everyone around laughed in a low voice.

Seeing that someone in charge finally spoke, Wu Yulin finally showed a smile on his face, and stepped forward and said: "Hi, we are invited writers from Qidian Chinese.com, we are looking for seats, I don't know which area Is it arranged for us?"

"Arranged for you?"

The angry look on Zhao Xuemin's face gradually turned cold. "We only invite writers here, but we don't invite coders?"

"What do you mean?"

Liu Changming couldn't help shouting. "Do you look down on us?"

"Every writer has a place, but if you can't find a place, don't you understand what to prove?" Zhao Xuemin snorted coldly.

Wu Yulin said angrily: "Our website sponsored this exchange meeting, so there can't be no seats, right? Where's the person in charge here?"

The man next to Zhao Xuemin quickly persuaded: "Sorry, we will arrange it immediately!"

Wu Yulin looked at him and said, "Are you the person in charge?"

"I am." The man nodded. "It may be that our staff made a mistake, and the calculation was less. I immediately asked them to add it. You see, the exchange meeting is about to start now, so you can't stand here and argue?"

Zhao Xuemin said coldly: "Manager Zhou, this exchange meeting of yours is too child's play, isn't it? Please let me come over and tell, can this group of codewriters understand?"

Seeing Zhao Xuemin ridicule again and again, everyone became even more angry.Hearing this, Zhou Fangying scolded Zhao Xuemin in her heart. I have already intervened from it. You are still doing something. When you were about to persuade me, a faint voice sounded, which shocked countless people.

Lin Ruofeng pulled Wu Yulin past him, stood in front of Zhao Xuemin, and said sarcastically, "What are you?"

"you you."

Zhao Xuemin's eyes were burning, and he glared at Lin Ruofeng angrily. "It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable! Manager Zhou, why did you invite such a vulgar person to this conference?"

Lin Ruofeng sneered and said, "What's a codewriter? Isn't an Internet writer a writer? What do you mean you don't understand? Do you speak a dog language or an alien language? What is vulgarity? Can you, Master Zhao, speak human language? "

"I"

Zhao Xuemin wanted to speak, but Lin Ruofeng took the first step. "What about me? Did we offend you? You belittled us as soon as you came in. You, Master Zhao, have lived such a long life, haven't you learned what is called respect? Didn't your mother teach you?"

"you"

Zhao Xuemin stretched out his hand angrily, and pointed at Lin Ruofeng's hand, which was trembling.

Lin Ruofeng ignored it, and said coldly: "I think, compared to you, Master Zhao, we can be regarded as civilized people!"

It's okay for this Zhao Xuemin to look down on Internet writers, but in front of him, he belittles and ridicules again and again. The clay figurine is still angry, let alone Lin Ruofeng.

(End of this chapter)