People's cognition is limited by their own experiences.
For Li Luo, being scolded is normal.
Regardless of whether it was in my previous life or this life, if I wrote an article online, I would be scolded by others.
In other words, the online writers here who can come here to participate in the symposium have been scolded by hundreds of people at least.
Being belittled and looked down upon is the norm in the circle of Internet article writers.
So when everyone heard Chu Sheng's nonsense at the lecture table, everyone looked calm and unfazed.
Some people even laughed out loud and patted the people around them on the shoulders: "What did I say? The person who spoke today must have bad things to say. I won the bet last night, right? You owe me a meal."
"What kind of idiot is this..." The other person was speechless, "You can't talk without thinking? Does the Writers Association invite people like this to give speeches?"
"My uncle, who is in his forties and graduated from elementary school, opened a company to earn a little money. He commissioned someone to write a biography of his life. He got a publishing number to boost sales, and then he was able to join the Writers' Association and get a writer's certificate." The person who won the bet.
He sneered and said, "They are all members of the Caotai team, no one can blame anyone."
"Who was this person introduced earlier?"
"I didn't listen carefully. It's some new writer."
"An annual essay competition held by the Writers Association, the selection of emerging writers, only allows authors under the age of 35 to sign up. This person must have won the first prize."
"Damn it! If someone who won the top prize came here and said a few words, he just tolerated it. How can such a thing be so embarrassed?"
Everyone in the audience was whispering.
Sun Jingchun was sweating profusely on the stage and secretly cursed Chu Sheng for being a cerebral palsy. Even if he had something on his mind, he shouldn't say it in such a public place.
He put down the microphone, came close to Chu Sheng, and whispered: "Teacher Chu, is this different from what we agreed at the beginning? How will the secretary and chairman in the audience think of you modifying the content of your speech without permission?"
"Teacher Sun, please stop interfering. Just do your job as host. Now is my speech time." Chu Sheng put down the microphone and said with a friendly smile, "Besides, when you were at the dinner table, what did I think?
Isn’t it almost the same?”
"Then you can't..."
"What's wrong with this little writer named Li Luo? Don't you want to stand up and let me see the world?" Sun Jingchun was not given any more chance to speak. After the private chat, Chu Sheng immediately picked up the microphone and continued to talk aggressively.
asked.
Some authors in the front row frowned and couldn't stand it, and were about to stand up and say something.
Xu Rongsheng also frowned and looked at Chu Sheng at the lecture table, then turned back and looked in the direction of Li Luo, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
At this moment, Li Luo stood up in the back row.
Hearing the sound of getting up from behind, everyone's eyes instantly focused on Li Luo.
"This...Mr. Chu?" Li Luo sighed helplessly and looked at Chu Sheng in front of the lecture table, "Although the host calls you Teacher Chu, I feel that the word teacher is a bit offensive, so I still call you that.
Bar."
"So are all those who write online articles like you? You can't help but curse people as soon as you stand up?" Chu Sheng said with a smile.
"At least the excellent teachers I know will not point their noses at their students and call them trash." Li Luo shook his head and said, "It's one thing to hate iron but not to make steel. It's another thing to insult someone's character."
"If he is a hopeless scumbag, then as a teacher, I should naturally scold him. At least I will have a chance to wake him up." Chu Sheng stared at Li Luo and said, "You are only 16 years old.
If you come here to write this kind of online article, what will you do with your studies?"
"Well... I don't need you to worry about it." Li Luo said, "My ranking in the final exam of the No. 1 Middle School in the school is 17th. If it can be maintained, Qingbei may not necessarily be the same, but Qianjiang University should still be ranked 17th.
Very easy.”
As soon as these words came out, Chu Sheng was immediately stunned. He probably didn't expect that a high school student who focused on writing online articles could have such good academic performance?
He had specifically inquired about the author of "I'm Really Not a Celebrity" who had published a 100,000-word manuscript at the beginning of last month.
I have to update five to six thousand words every day.
With this writing intensity, do you still have extra energy for studying?
“Is rekindling learning so good?”
"Damn! The best-selling monthly tickets are forcing me to pay, but my academic performance is still so good? How can I live?"
"It's outrageous. I feel like I've been killed by a dog before."
The writers in the audience watched the tit-for-tat interaction between Li Luo and Chu Sheng. While they were watching the show, they felt like they were suddenly hit hard by Li Luo.
"If this is the case, then you should give up online literature and concentrate on studying." Chu Sheng squinted his eyes and said, "Without the interference of online literature, maybe you can easily get admitted to Qingbei, right?"
"Then what?" Li Luo tilted his head, "What happens after I am admitted to Qingbei? Can Mr. Chu make some plans for me?"
"If you graduate from Qingbei, of course you will get a better job, your future life will be better, and your family..." Chu Sheng said.
But Li Luo laughed and said: "But... my manuscript fee last month was 370,000. I may not need a very generous job to replace online writing. If I just pursue a better material life, I think this should be
It’s enough to meet my needs.”
The number 370,000 hit Chu Sheng's head, which really stunned him for a moment.
He does know that some popular online articles now make money like a money printing machine.
But for this 16-year-old boy, in his imagination, even if his grades were good, it shouldn't be too outrageous.
But who would have thought...
"This guy is really funny." Someone in the audience was holding back laughter. "Last month, a bunch of people were re-ignited on the best-seller list. It is said that his channel data is also very explosive. How can I have the nerve to plan something for them?"
From the job?”
At this time, Xu Rongsheng, who was listening to the exchange between the two, was also stunned on the spot, thinking that he had heard wrongly.
"370,000?" Xu Rongsheng asked in a low voice to the deputy secretary of the Provincial Writers Association on the side, "Did I hear correctly?"
"Since the author himself said it, he is definitely not lying." Secretary Cao said with a smile, "Nowadays, Internet articles are still very capable of making money, and he is not among the largest group."
"This..." Xu Rongsheng was a little speechless.
You know, he was invited to attend a symposium here and received a stipend of fifteen thousand.
This is a generous move from the Internet Writers Association.
Under normal circumstances, even for some business meetings, Xu Rongsheng would only receive two to three thousand a day at most.
It turns out, boy, Li Luo made 370,000 yuan a month? It’s a bit outrageous.
Moreover, Li Luo can earn so much, but what about his daughter’s novels?
However, he still asked: "Isn't it bad to let Mr. Chu on the stage keep talking like this?"
"It's okay, let him talk." Secretary Cao glanced at Li Yuhang, chairman of the Yuhang City Writers Association, and then smiled, "That kid named Li Luo coped well, didn't he?"
While Xu Rongsheng and Secretary Cao were talking privately, Chu Sheng on the stage also calmed down and couldn't help but frown.
"After saying so much, we still can't cover up the problem of low quality of online articles." Chu Sheng changed the topic and no longer focused on Li Luo, the hard nut to crack. "Shoddy content will eventually destroy our literary soil.
, causing irreversible damage.”
"A large number of individuals, as long as they are literate and have a good story in their mind, can freely express themselves in the field of online literature, cultivating a new literary soil and bringing about another prosperity in literary form." Li Luo curled his lips and said.
.
"Everyone is good at talking about words. Mr. Chu would be better off talking less about such empty abstract conclusions and giving more practical cases."
"Since you have read the novels I wrote, you can use them as examples to talk about my shortcomings. I am happy to listen to the opinions and suggestions of some emerging writers from the Writers Association."
After hearing what he said, Chu Sheng sneered and was not polite to him: "You seem to feel very good about yourself, but the novel you wrote has been full of problems that are difficult to look at directly from the beginning."
"Why did you travel to a parallel world, awaken some system, copy works from the real world into your own books, and have sex with some female celebrities?"
"Can this be called an excellent work? It's just a shoddy work that purely appeals to desire."
Hearing what Chu Sheng said, Li Luo suddenly smiled and snapped his fingers: "That's right, that's it. Didn't Mr. Chu say it well?"
"But the shortcomings you cited are, to me, the advantages of online writing."
"In life, you can never escape the seven emotions and six desires. The more direct and naked the desire, the more it reaches the essence of human nature."
"But it seems that today's traditional writers are always more willing to use a very euphemistic and obscure way to describe, so that people can't see it clearly, in a fog, and dare not face such desires directly."
"Of course this can be a way of expressing the pursuit of beauty, but it doesn't mean it's the only correct way."
"Internet literature is literature for more people. What it pursues is simple and easy to understand, direct and crude, using the plainest way to show the plot closest to desire, and touching people's emotions directly."
"I don't think it's something to be ashamed of."
"Haha." Chu Sheng sneered, "After all that, it still proves that it is difficult for Internet articles to reach the level of elegance. It's just that you used another set of rhetoric to cover it up."
"I have to say that your eloquence is very good, but the more you do it, the more it makes me heartbroken."
"If you hadn't gone astray like writing online, you would have been better, right?"
Hearing what Chu Sheng said, Li Luo was immediately speechless, thinking to himself, do I have to thank you for this?
However, just when he was about to continue to refute, Xu Rongsheng in the front row suddenly raised his hand and gestured to Sun Jingchun on the stage: "Can I say a few words?"
Sun Jingchun looked at Xu Rongsheng, then at the two leaders next to him. Seeing that neither of them had any reaction, and Chu Sheng beside him didn't refuse, he nodded and said, "Professor Xu, please tell me."
When the staff next to him saw this, he immediately handed over a microphone.
Xu Rongsheng took the phone, turned around, looked around, looked at Li Luo, and smiled at him.
Then he sat up straight, picked up the microphone, and said slowly: "When I first received the invitation from the Writers Association, it happened to be my daughter's parent-teacher meeting that day, and my wife went to attend."
"After returning, my daughter invited several classmates with whom she was close to come home for dinner."
"At that time, I didn't have a good impression of online articles. I had similar opinions to Teacher Chu on the stage, but they were not as extreme as him."
"But after meeting young people like my daughter, an idea came to my mind: What kind of existence does online writing have in the eyes of today's young people?"
"So I asked one of my classmates, and he gave an answer that made my eyes light up."
"Here, I can share it with everyone here and provide a relatively novel thinking angle."
I have to say that the professors at Qianjiang University are different in their demeanor.
The eloquent way he spoke easily attracted the attention of most people, and they listened slowly along with his words.
After Xu Rongsheng paused for a moment, he continued: "We all know that our country has a long cultural history, which can even be traced back to the distant Oracle Bone Inscriptions."
"In the field of literature, the Book of Songs is often called the source of the development of literature in our country, or at least the earliest literary work since the beginning of written records."
"Anyone who has gone to school knows that the Book of Songs is divided into three parts: "Wind", "Ya" and "Song".
"Among them, "Wind" represents the life, customs, emotions and social conditions of the people at that time."
""Ya" is mainly poetry written by the aristocratic class."
"'Ode' is a hymn sung during sacrifices."
"After thinking about Internet articles, I was thinking that maybe today's Internet articles are the "Wind" of that year."
"Those folk songs that were once passed down orally may have seemed to the aristocratic class only as vulgar words from the lower class."
"Even the people who sang these folk songs may not have imagined that the songs they sang would become classics for future generations, and even become the most valuable asset for the study of that era."
"The Book of Songs is like this, shouldn't it be like this for future poems and songs?"
“When Song poetry was first born, there was a group of literati who criticized it, believing that Song poetry paid too much attention to rhythm and neglected the original solemnity and elegance of poetry, and was not as philosophical and profound in ideological connotation as Tang poetry.”
“When Yuan opera was first born, it was criticized for being too close to the lives of ordinary people and being too vulgar, far from the elegant style of Tang poetry and Song lyrics.”
"In the Ming and Qing dynasties, Zhang Hui style novels, such as "Journey to the West" and other gods and demon novels, or "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and other historical romance novels, have been criticized for containing a lot of fiction and exaggeration, which goes against the historical truth emphasized in traditional literature.
Sexual and moral education.”
"This type of chapter novels are also considered to have lowered the taste and style of literature because they are too popular."
"But who could have thought at that time that works such as Journey to the West and Dream of Red Mansions would become the four classics that people regard as classics in the new era?"
"Even the martial arts novels that were criticized as popular works in the last century are now being rectified by more and more people. Jin Yong is even called the martial arts master of the generation."
"All these things are explaining one thing."
"The form of literature will inevitably evolve with the development of the times."
"And people today will always be blinded by the glory of the past."
"As everyone knows, what we are creating now may be a classic of the times that will be praised by everyone hundreds of years later?"
"And all this will be left to history to prove."
Having said this, Xu Rongsheng looked at Chu Sheng and said with a smile: "Internet writing may have shortcomings of one kind or another, but if we can face it with a more open and inclusive attitude, we may be able to better guide its development.
"
Then, Xu Rongsheng turned to look at Li Luo and said with a smile: "Li Luo, uncle, I think you won't mind if I borrow some of your original theories, right?"
Everyone present was immersed in Xu Rongsheng's smooth and powerful statement. The more they listened, the more reasonable it became, and their thoughts suddenly opened up.
As a result, Xu Rongsheng said this last sentence, which immediately confused everyone.
"Uncle Xu said it much better than I did." Li Luoran smiled and said modestly, "At first, I just expressed my feelings, but your explanation was much more complete and very organized. After listening to it, I also have a lot of confidence.
Harvest.”
…
After Chu Sheng's speech time ended, he walked off the stage with an ugly face and sat back in his seat.
Afterwards, it was Editor Xia Lie’s turn to speak on the stage.
After watching Li Luo sit back in his seat, Secretary Cao next to Xu Rongsheng glanced at Li Yuhang, chairman of the Municipal Writers Association, and said calmly: "What do you think?"
"What does Secretary Cao want to say?"
"Internet article authors are not as impetuous as you think, right?" Secretary Cao took a sip of tea and continued, "You had a big quarrel with a certain author before. I have heard about it, but
This kind of individual case should not become an obstacle to development."
"As for the City Writers Association, we should make good progress in assisting in organizing the Yuhang City Internet Writers Association."
"What do you think?"
Li Yuhang glanced at Secretary Cao, then at Xu Rongsheng, and even turned to look at Li Luo, who had just sat down in the far corner.
"I didn't originally mean to stop it."
"That's good, just think that I'm worrying too much."
…
At 11:30 p.m., the morning symposium, after some twists and turns, still landed smoothly and ended smoothly.
Sun Jingchun breathed a sigh of relief and walked down from the stage. Just as he was about to complain to Xu Rongsheng, he saw Xu Rongsheng walking quickly towards the door of the conference hall.
When Sun Jingchun saw this, he was immediately surprised and hurriedly followed him. It was not until Xu Rongsheng stopped at the door of the hall that he asked in confusion: "Why are you walking so fast all of a sudden?"
"I originally wanted to stop them to have lunch and have a chat." Xu Rongsheng said with a smile, "In the end, they ran faster than a rabbit."
"Your daughter doesn't know that you know she's here, right?" Sun Jingchun also laughed, "Of course she doesn't dare to see you."
"I won't do anything to her." Xu Rongsheng shook his head helplessly, "This girl doesn't believe me at all."
Saying this, Xu Rongsheng also recalled that last night, Sun Jingchun got the list from the Internet Writers Association, allowing him to successfully know the situation of his daughter.
Going to bed early will make you taller.
"The Age of Literature and Art".
Well...after I go back, I have to taste it carefully.
Oh, by the way, there is also "I'm Really Not a Celebrity", let's watch it together too.
Chapter completed!