Chapter 439: Invitation by the Writers Association
Fei Luo Yang Hua: "I was wrong. Last month I said that the writing style written by Dragon Clan is not as good as that of primary school students."
Liu Daxin was choked and couldn't say a word. He just checked and found that none of these people had low education.
I wanted to mock Fang Jing a few words, but I didn't expect to be slapped in the face.
The world has changed. Are all online novels so awesome? What can I do if I have such a degree? I have to write novels?
Fang Jing continued: "Actually, there are many great people who graduated from prestigious schools. Some of these people are doctors, nurses, teachers, professors, police, lawyers, housewives and students.
Most online novel authors don't make money, they just want to have fun, and online novel authors are not as miserable as you say."
"Some people yearn to drive swords and ride on the wind to slay demons in the world; some people yearn to settle grudges happily and wear green shirts astride white horses; some people yearn to wait for their return with green silk hair and soothe the wind and dust with turbid wine."
"But these are impossible to achieve in real life, so they wrote it out with pens. This is the Internet article."
"There is no difference between online literature and real-life literature. Online literature is just for fun and passing the time. Traditional literature can help you think about life and understand the truth, and there is no conflict."
"To this day, the Internet has been written for more than ten years. Its existence is reasonable. The world can tolerate it, but you can't tolerate it!"
The world can tolerate it, but you can’t tolerate it! These words were like a heavy punch to Liu Daxin’s chest, making him unable to breathe.
Before, he had always stood on the moral high ground, opening and closing his mouth for the sake of the people and the younger generation, but Fang Jing lifted the veil and revealed another side of him.
"I've long wanted to criticize you as a clown. This kind of person is really a waste of air when alive and a waste of land when dead."
Third Uncle from the Southern School: “I have reported it to the Writers Association, let’s work together!”
Fenghuo: "I have reported it to the Writers Association and we will work together."
Phalaenopsis: I have reported it to the Writers Association, let’s work together to fight against the duck!”
Feng Chime: "Do you still have sympathy and humanity? I won't say anything anymore. I'll report it."
"Everyone, wait for me, I'll go too..."
Liu Daxin is not just criticizing Fang Jing, but the entire online writing industry. According to incomplete statistics, there are currently 7 million online writing authors. His opening has offended 7 million people, which makes him feel uncomfortable.
The next day, when the staff of the Writers Association's official website went to work, the website almost couldn't be opened, and they cursed, "What the hell is this poisoning?"
"It shouldn't be. If you want to be infected, your computer is also infected. What does the website have to do with it? Is it being attacked by hackers?"
After working hard for half an hour, I finally logged in. It turned out that the server was temporarily paralyzed.
"Wow!!"
When I first logged in, the drop box and message board were all filled with little red dots of 99. As I pulled down the mouse, it took five minutes to get to the end. I don’t know how many there were.
All of them were complaints against Liu Daxin, and some were not complaints, but messages saying that they should step on their feelings deeply.
I broke out in a cold sweat, but the staff didn't waste any time and immediately called the director.
Cursing secretly in his heart, Liu Daxin, who is like a dog, has offended so many people. Judging from his experience, these complaints are at least millions of times.
Millions of people complained against a writer, something that hasn't happened in years.
"Bang!"
At the meeting, the vice chairman of the Writers Association had a frosty look on his face. He was so angry that he slapped the table and shouted: "Who recommended this Liu Daxin? Get rid of him, get rid of him immediately!"
"Fang Jing is an outstanding young man and a philanthropist. Is he someone he can slander casually? Does he have any literary character?"
Below, a thin man in his thirties raised his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Cheng, this Liu Daxin has been complained about not once or twice. He should have been removed from the list long ago."
"This person is a shameless and despicable person. He often abuses people online under the banner of the Writers Association, trying to bring trouble to us."
After saying that, he glanced at the old man at the end of the conference table. Liu Daxin was either criticizing this celebrity or that celebrity. His fans were not vegetarians and had already reported him.
It's just that there was someone behind Liu Daxin, who had given him several verbal warnings before, which were not painful or itchy.
This would offend Fang Jing and he would be kicked to the steel plate. We had just finished counting more than 8 million reports, and even the gods could not save him.
"Old Cheng, you can't be so absolute when doing things." He lit a cigarette and the old man at the end of the table took a puff and said, "There are many celebrities and fans, but when will the Writers Association be responsible?"
"What happened today was obviously Fang Jing deliberately inciting fans to cause trouble. If we give in, what will happen next time?"
"If Fang Jing lets go whoever he wants, then is it still necessary for the Writers' Association to exist?"
As he spoke, the old man didn't mention Liu Daxin's fault in the first place, instead he simply put the blame on Fang Jing's head.
"Mr. Xu, these are completely different things." The man who just spoke stood up and said angrily: "Who is to blame for Liu Daxin's anger and resentment? The reputation of our Writers' Association has been ruined by him."
"I checked his information. He graduated from high school and published novels at his own expense. He has no literary skills at all and I don't know how he got in."
"Don't let these rat droppings ruin the soup, right?"
"Yang Letian, who are you talking about?" He slapped the table and shook the cigarette in his mouth, causing the ashes to fall to the ground.
"You know who you are." Yang Letian tilted his head and raised a sarcastic expression on his lips.
Liu Daxin and Xu Zhiyuan had a master-disciple relationship, and many people knew about it. Xu Zhiyuan protected Liu Daxin several times due to his age.
What he hates the most is men going through the back door. He has long been unable to bear it. The Writers' Association used to be a holy place, but now it's a mess, and all kinds of monsters and monsters are attracted to it.
"You little bastard, your teacher always treats me with respect when he sees me. Who do you think you are, and you dare to tell me what to do? You were still wearing crotchless pants when I published the book."
Seeing that Xu Zhiyuan was about to rush forward and hit him, the people on the side hurriedly grabbed him. This old man was no match for Yang Letian. Don't lie down before he was beaten.
"That's enough, do you still take me seriously?" Cheng Qiuyan, vice chairman of the Writers Association, slapped the table and glared at him, "This matter must be explained to the masses. Liu Daxin is fired! I said so."
Xu Zhiyuan sat down on the chair, his whole body weak. Now Liu Daxin was finished. He was expelled from the Writers' Association and it was almost impossible to come back in the future.
Not only that, it’s not possible to pursue a career in literature.
No publishing house will cooperate with a person who has been expelled from the Writers Association. This is similar to being expelled as a student and is already considered a very important matter.
It’s not that no one has quit the Writers’ Association in recent years, but those who quit are basically voluntary, which is two different things from being expelled.
If you are removed from the list, it will be published on the bulletin board, and you will become a laughing stock in the entire writer world.
"Mr. Cheng is wise." Yang Letian clapped his hands and grinned.
"Also, I want to announce one more thing. I invite Fang Jing to join our Writers Association. What do you think?"
"I don't agree!" Xu Zhiyuan shouted, "It's a joke for someone who graduated from junior high school to join the Writers' Association, and he doesn't have any works."
Are you kidding? He just got his students away, and now he wants to bring his enemies in again.