Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 32 Eat a bowl of rice, big guy!

Li Xiang pointed at the people present, tilted his head and asked Zheng Guoqiang: "Mr. Zheng, do you have any research on online literature?"

"Then do you know what they write online articles for?"

"Is it for hobbies or to promote the so-called writing in your mouth?"

"No!"

"neither!"

"They're here to make a living, to make a living, boss!!!"

"Don't cater to the market, don't please readers, stand there stupidly and shout, I want to convey the truth in writing, and I want to promote mainstream values?"

"Don't tell us such a big and generalized thing, I feel funny just hearing it!"

"After your entire speech, I only saw one sentence!"

"Why not eat minced meat!"

"Online writers are like crucian carp crossing the river, and hundreds of thousands of new authors devote themselves to it every year!"

"Including me, I have to compete with countless people every day, using talent or hard work to prove that I am one percent, one thousandth, or even one ten thousandth of those who survived!!!"

"Every day, people enter the arena happily, and some leave the arena distraught!"

"As for the many authors sitting in this studio, they, remember what I said, each of them survived the battle of thousands of troops!"

"These works have been approved by the market and readers, but why do you deny them on behalf of the readers?"

"We don't have as high aspirations as you! We can convert interests into work, and while we eat and drink, we can also bring comfort to the people in your mouth!"

"To do this, we have tried our best!!!"

offstage.

Many authors seemed to know Li Xiang again, and expressed their deep agreement with his words.

Some emotional authors even had tears in their eyes!

Li Xiang's words really touched their hearts!

Taishan held Mr. Wang's hand tightly, fearing that he would interrupt Li Xiang's speech.

From his beaming expression, we can know how much he agrees with Li Xiang's words!
Mr. Wang's hands hurt from being pinched by Mount Tai, and he didn't care. He stared straight at Li Xiang, as if he saw himself when he was young!

It is so high-spirited, so full of vigor!

Fengshen uttered a rare swear word:

"Well said, fuck him!"

The Dragon King looked at Li Xiang with a complicated expression, and the spine that was interrupted by Zheng Guoqiang's few words just now was continued by Li Xiang's words!

Zheng Guoqiang's face became increasingly ugly.
The disciples and grandchildren around him also glared at each other, and several of them were about to stand up and ask Li Xiang to reason with him.

"Sit down and listen to me!"

Shanshui Yicheng and Cang Shanyue forced them to sit down!

They had wanted to say these words in their hearts for a long time, perhaps because they were old and became cautious, and did not dare to be the first to protest.

but!

Although I don't have the courage to refute the vice chairman of the Writers Association in public, I still have the courage to help maintain order!
To put it vulgarly!
I am not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet!

What the hell can you do to me?
Li Xiang pointed at Zheng Guoqiang, "What about you?"

"What are you here for?"

"To make a name for yourself? To make a name for yourself?"

"Or for the words in your mouth to carry the truth?"

"Don't represent the common people, you are just yourself!"

"There is no real empathy in this world. You haven't experienced our life for a day at all, so where do you have the confidence to tell us what to do?"

"You are different from us!"

"Your title is very resounding, and you have many disciples and grandchildren!"

"You can get a stipend every day by boasting, and receive an income that is beyond the reach of 90.00% of the authors!"

"There are gatherings from all over the world, and everyone praises you highly!"

"You never fell into the dust, how do you understand what we write?"

"Even if one day I fall behind the entire era and is abandoned by readers and the market, I will resign myself to my fate and leave."

"because!"

"I am at least the youth of a generation!"

"As for now, I can still write, and the people behind me can still write! They don't need to listen to you! What they need is to listen to the voice of readers, the market, and even this era!"

"Do you know what the times tell us today?"

"Don't be afraid, go!"

"I'm not afraid of the south wall, I don't even believe in the south wall, why should I believe in the so-called truth you said?"

"It is true that the truth is often in the hands of a few people, but I don't think what you just said is the truth!"

"If the so-called truth in your mouth is the opinion represented by the mainstream literary world today, then I can only express my great disappointment to the entire literary world!"

"One last thing, readers scold me, I admit it, but if you dare to reprimand me with such a superior attitude, you must be prepared to lose the entire family tree!"

"Go back and read these words of mine carefully, it will definitely bring you something to gain, and you will make further progress!"

Zheng Guoqiang laughed back in anger: "Young people don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth!"

"I'm kind enough to show you the way, so it's fine if you don't appreciate it, but think I'm reprimanding you?"

"I am the vice chairman of the Writers' Association, and I came here to hold this symposium for you in my busy schedule. Is it possible to open a grudge?"

"I think I have been deeply involved in the literary world for decades, and I have never seen such a young man who does not respect teachers and morals like you!"

"Didn't your teacher teach you how to write rules?"

"Just relying on your words of deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors today, I can conclude that you will never be successful in this life. I, Zheng Guoqiang, said so!"

Li Xiang retorted: "Deceive the master and destroy the ancestor?"

"Whose teacher are you, whose ancestor are you?"

Li Xiang pointed to his disciples and grandchildren and said:

"You are their heaven, but not mine!"

"Whether I will be successful in this life will never bother you! Because I know I will be more successful than you!"

Zheng Guoqiang seemed to have heard the big joke:
"More promising than me? How many names does the old man have, and his works are worth his weight!"

"So what about the new masters of Internet literature? Even Internet literature has not been recognized by the entire mainstream literature, so what is it that you are a new master?"

"Who knows about the guys who are ranked tens of thousands of stars?"

Zheng Guoqiang pointed to himself and said: "And I am the vice chairman of the East China Writers Association, the deputy secretary-general of the East China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and a visiting professor at Shonan College of Literature!"

"Written to convey the truth, invited to participate in various activities, even if a celebrity sees me, they must call me Mr. Zheng!"

"The status between us is very different. Before you speak, recognize your identity, the master of Internet literature, in my eyes, you are not bullshit!"

This time the map shot out.

Both the authors and the editors in the audience were saddened by their proud careers and their painstaking struggles.

In the eyes of this so-called literary master, it is as ridiculous as a child playing house.

The disciples and grandchildren laughed very cooperatively.

In the ears of everyone.

It's so harsh, yet so helpless.

because everyone knows...

What Zheng Guoqiang said was the truth, but the truth hurts the most!

(End of this chapter)