reborn perfect male god

Chapter 232 A Sharp Counterattack (Adding Changes to the Monthly Pass)

As soon as Lin Ruofeng's words fell, the whole venue was in chaos!

Lin Ruofeng's tit-for-tat confrontation, moreover aimed at Zhao Xuemin, a master of traditional martial arts novels who is highly respected in Wanwan, immediately ignited the flames of war.

"Isn't Lin Ruofeng too bold? Doesn't it arouse the anger of traditional writers?"

An Internet guru who came with him couldn't help saying angrily.

"That's right, it's already enough to be aggrieved. When he said this, it's impossible for us to be human with our tails between our legs! Those traditional writers will definitely take their anger out on us!" another said.

"That's right, Lin Ruofeng can't stop causing trouble? Isn't it just a few words? Just let it go, why offend others?"

"This is good. The next investigation will definitely be affected by his words."

"In the past, people would think about it, but now it's good. Lin Ruofeng gave them a reason to ridicule. Really, it's fine if you kill yourself, and implicate us!"

Several great god-level Internet writers who came with them laughed and muttered.

Liu Changming said angrily: "What do you mean? Ruwen helped us so much, you blame him? Don't you hear those traditional writers mocking you?"

"Liu Changming, don't think that you'll be fine if you hug Lin Ruofeng's thigh tightly. Let me tell you, what he does will only make traditional writers target us more, and they will never recognize us!"

"We write our own novels, why should they admit it?" Liu Changming said coldly.

"Hehe, you think everyone looks like you!"

"you"

"enough!"

Wu Yulin scolded. "Stop arguing, don't you want to make a joke for those traditional writers?"

Immediately, Liu Changming and the others fell silent.

But at this time, Lin Ruofeng took the microphone and spoke at length: "I don't know how much prejudice you have against Internet writers, but you only focus on studying other people's shortcomings, but you don't look at yourself."

"Lin Ruofeng, what do you mean?"

"That's right, are you a writer of online novels and you're still awesome?"

"What is it?"

Below, a group of people were dissatisfied.

However, Lin Ruofeng sneered: "Isn't it? Master Zhao Xuemin said that we use strange names, meaning that we dare not meet people? I wondered, didn't we follow from the traditional literary world? Could it be that Lu Xun The real surname is Lu? Contradictions are the real surname Mao? I don’t read many books, so don’t lie to me! If Internet writers hide their heads and show their tails, how should traditional writers deal with themselves?”

"Furthermore, isn't the Internet writer's publicity different from the public? Is it true that what we see on TV and the Internet is still fake? Obviously, some people wear glasses, which is not short-sighted, but his Glasses, they have colors!"

Lin Ruofeng's words were not indifferent, he scolded a lot, and even pointed the finger at Zhao Xuemin, so angry that Zhao Xuemin's nails got stuck in his fleshy palm.

However, Lin Ruofeng's words were not finished yet: "Also, Master Zhao said that we all look at money, which is a complete ignorance. As we all know, online novels are only born out of interest, and they never make money. When it comes to making big money, the essence is not that they are becoming more and more greedy, but that they are becoming more and more popular, and more and more readers like them, that's all! But some people turn a blind eye to this, and just see The part involving money? Don’t you traditional writers make money by writing novels? If you make money, can I say that traditional writers are also a group of guys full of money?”

"Bastard, who do you say is full of copper stink?"

"What do you mean? Do you think everyone is like you?"

Lin Ruofeng's words immediately made a group of traditional writers fly into a rage.Lin Ruofeng's words were too harsh, so he directly took Zhao Xuemin's logic and applied it in reverse.However, what is even more exasperating is that they proposed this logic, and they couldn't refute what Lin Ruofeng said.

Zhao Xuemin already had veins on his forehead, Lin Ruofeng just slapped her face nakedly, using his words, and slapped back directly, but he couldn't refute it yet.

Lin Ruofeng glanced at the crowd, and said: "Finally, some people say that there are no high-quality online literature, but I was puzzled. There are thousands of online literature, but you only judge by looking at a few books on the list. Don't you think it's too much?" Is it too generalized? Why do you just focus on the popular works and think that they are of the highest level? Have you read the other books?"

"aweason!"

When Liu Changming heard the words, he screamed excitedly, and suddenly attracted many hateful eyes.

"There are also some people who say that Internet literature is just a noob, and their own obscenity is not as noble as traditional literature!" Lin Ruofeng smiled. "I don't understand. How many people can understand those real literature? Is it a mistake to choose a book that suits you? Internet writers are also writers, but they serve more common people. If you use some Sophisticated writing, who will read it?"

For a moment, no one made a sound in the audience, and those traditional writers were also dumbfounded, unable to refute Lin Ruofeng's words.

Seeing this, Lin Ruofeng said lightly: "The above words may not sound very pleasant, but Internet writers and traditional writers are essentially the same, why should we decide who is upright and who is orthodox? Could it be that Internet writers can't write traditional novels? Can’t write traditional novels well? I’m afraid I don’t believe it!”

"Okay, that's all for now!" After finishing speaking, Lin Ruofeng dropped the microphone and walked down with big strides.

"Ru Wenda, what you said is great! Such a guy is self-righteous, but in fact he is no different from us!" Liu Changming said excitedly.

"Lin Ruofeng, you have completely offended traditional writers this time. Talking on such an occasion, it's over in a while, you hurry up, or those old stubbornes may come to trouble you!" Wu Yulin persuaded, she knew these stubborns well. The disposition of traditional writers, but in his bones, he looks down on Internet writers.

"I don't cause trouble, but if trouble provokes me, I'm not afraid of trouble!" Lin Ruofeng laughed coldly.

Sure enough, at the end of the writers exchange meeting and Lin Ruofeng was persuaded to leave as soon as possible, it was still a step too late.

Zhao Xuemin led a dozen or twenty traditional writers and walked over in a mighty manner, blocking the way of Lin Ruofeng and others.

"Zhuzi, where are you going? If you don't speak clearly today, don't even think about leaving!"

Zhao Xuemin stood in front of Lin Ruofeng. What Lin Ruofeng said before could be regarded as a complete slap in the face and a sweep of his face.

Just imagine, a dignified master of traditional martial arts novels was actually taught a lesson by an internet writer pointing at his nose, or in such a public place, where would he put his old face when it got out?

"Oh? Master Zhao, what do you want to do with so many people here? Fight?" Lin Ruofeng smiled.

"Lin Ruofeng, you are too arrogant. What do you think Master Zhao is like? Will he fight with you?" A traditional writer angrily scolded.

"Lin Ruofeng, didn't you say that Internet writers can also write traditional novels? Well then, why don't you write for us today?" Another traditional writer sneered.

"Lin Ruofeng, do you dare to speak out, do you dare to do it?" Zhao Xuemin asked, anyway, he wanted to save face, and any reason could be used as an excuse.

"Boiling the beans burns the Osmunda japonica, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. They grow from the same root, so why bother frying each other?" Lin Ruofeng sighed.

Hearing this poem, many traditional writers were taken aback.But in their eyes, Internet writers?Ah!That counts as a writer?

"Lin Ruofeng, are you afraid?"

"Lin Ruofeng, don't you dare?"

"An internet writer can also write traditional novels, brag!"

Some traditional writers sneered.

Zhao Xuemin said: "Lin Ruofeng, aren't you very capable? Write a martial arts novel with me and see? Which one is stronger and weaker? If you lose, take back your words and admit that online literature is nothing but rubbish!"

"Are you going too far?" Wu Yulin was furious.

Lin Ruofeng grabbed Wu Yulin and said coldly, "As you wish!"

(End of this chapter)