These days, Tao Yushu resigned, and the couple planned to go to Xiangjiang again. Time flew past the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Things have basically been sorted out, and Li Hanxiang's new Kunlun Film Company will send a letter of employment to Tao Yushu, and then you can go through the entry and exit procedures.

After completing the procedures, you can leave at any time.

Lin Chaoyang has been idle these two days and has started planning a new book.

"Chuangguandong" has been completed more than a year ago, and the impact it has caused has been greatly affected since its publication. The cumulative sales of magazines and books have reached nearly 10 million copies, and in terms of evaluation, it has reached the peak that domestic literary works have reached in recent years.

Moreover, the influence of "Chuangguandong" has gradually diverged overseas, including Xiangjiang, Wandao, Japan...

Although this influence is not very large at present, it will continue to ferment over time.

In China, the great success of "Chuangguandong" not only brought fame and fortune to Lin Chaoyang, but also brought him a heavy burden.

With the pearls and jades of "Crossing the Guandong", both the literary world and the majority of readers are full of expectations for his next work, and the threshold of this expectation is too high.

Many wise industry colleagues can also understand Lin Chaoyang's current situation. The consumption of the writer himself to complete a grand work like "Crossing the Guandong" is incalculable.

Therefore, everyone is talking about it. Lin Chaoyang may not be able to release a new work in the short term.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that Lin Chaoyang was different from ordinary writers.

He has a jealous!

In the past year, Lin Chaoyang has not written a new novel, but his ideas and plans for the new work have never stopped.

Last year, Li Hanxiang asked about the script for Xu Guanwen. Although Lin Chaoyang did not intend to do it at that time, he had an idea about the new work.

After writing at the desk for two or three days in a row, Lin Chaoyang gradually clarified the context of the novel bit by bit. That morning, he was about to start writing the main text, but Li Tuo ran to his house happily.

As soon as they met, Li Tuo asked Lin Chaoyang excitedly: "Chaoyang, I heard that your Yushu resigned when he was pregnant?"

Before Lin Chaoyang could answer his question, Tao Yushu walked over with tea. Li Tuo's face was full of excitement. Such a question made Tao Yushu's face dark on the spot.

Li Tuo suddenly felt guilty. He said to Tao Yushu carefully: "Yushu, don't get me wrong. I just heard that you are pregnant. Congratulations, congratulations!"

His dry congratulations made Tao Yushu too lazy to be perfunctory. He gave him a blank look, put down the tea and left.

Lin Chaoyang teased: "Stop doing these stupid things. You are Sima Zhao's intentions, and everyone knows them."

Li Tuo smiled awkwardly, sat down and took a sip of tea before he asked, "This fact is too sudden."

Lin Chaoyang said again: "Didn't this just fulfill your wish?"

Li Tuo begged with embarrassment, "Can we not mention this?"

"I don't want to mention it, but I have never seen someone like you, and I have even come to the person involved to inquire about the situation."

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Li Tuo said with a wry smile: "Hey, I'm also concerned..."

Under Lin Chaoyang's eyes, Li Tuo's lies could not be made up, so he had to change the subject and ask: "Then will Yushu take care of her baby at home?"

"We may go to Xiangjiang in a while."

"Go to Xiangjiang? Why are you going to Xiangjiang?"

"I have a cooperation with Li Hanxiang, and I guess I will stay for a while."

Lin Chaoyang's words were half true and half false. It would take at least two or three months for the couple to go to Xiangjiang to say that, and this matter cannot be concealed.

But Li Tuo has never been able to hide things. Lin Chaoyang is not afraid of anything else, but is afraid of telling him the truth. Then the news will become more and more exaggerated. I will give him a rumor of "submitting to D and betraying G".

That's really a yellow mud that's falling out of his crotch. It's either shit or shit.

Li Tuo nodded when he heard this. Lin Chaoyang and Li Hanxiang collaborated on "Politics from the Curtain". "The Chess Saint" was a cooperation, and it was normal to cooperate again, but Li Tuo didn't understand why he wanted to go to Xiangjiang.

Faced with his questions, Lin Chaoyang replied: "This cooperation may be a little deeper."

After saying this, Lin Chaoyang didn't want Li Tuo to ask again, and asked, "Why are you here today? Just to find out the news and see if there is really no competitor like Yushu?"

"Look at what you said, I'm just like this?"

“The situation is not big anyway.”

Li Tuo ignored his sarcasm and said, "Isn't this time for the National Excellent Short and Medium Stories Awards to be held again? Should we change our style this year?"

"Change the patterns? How to change them? Eat the whole banquet of Manhan?"

"What are you going to eat for Manhan and Han chew? I think we can expand the scale of the salon a little?"

Lin Chaoyang looked puzzled, "How can I expand it? Call some editors and critics?"

"Editor, critics can call some over, I think we can invite some literature lovers.

There are many Chinese literature enthusiasts from major universities in Yanjing, and many of them are potential stars in the future.

We can attract more people. On the one hand, we can make our salon reputation more widely spread, and on the other hand, we can also enhance our influence in the literary world."

Listening to Li Tuo's words, Lin Chaoyang frowned and asked, "Why do I feel like you want to dig the roots of the Wenhui Association?"

"What's this? We are purely folk activities, and we are all entertaining ourselves among friends."

"Now people call me the 'Campus of the Folk Culture Association'. Can I still explain it clearly if you do this?"

Li Tuo said haha: "Everyone calls you the 'Chairman of the Folk Literature Association', that is my admiration for you. Over the years, our salon has united many colleagues in the literary world! To be honest, we have made outstanding contributions to the unity, friendship and development of the literary world."

Seeing that he was talking more and more irrelevant, Lin Chaoyang wanted to refuse, but Li Tuo brought out the others.

"This is not just my own idea, Jiangong, Wanlong, Dening... Everyone thinks this idea is good, so there is extensive communication!

We build a platform to let writers, editors, critics, and literature enthusiasts gather together and communicate with each other. What a great thing!

In the future, our salon will definitely go to a higher level!”

Li Tuo was excited as he spoke, his eyes shining with infinite longing for the future development of cultural salons.

Lin Chaoyang felt helpless, and he said, "Why don't you go to your house to do this salon?"

Li Tuo was immediately unhappy, "What do you mean? People recognize your reputation and Xunweizhai's brand. Which onion am I?!"

He saw Lin Chaoyang's reluctance and advised: "Chaoyang, you have to understand that we are now building a platform. This is not only to expand the influence of our cultural salon, but also to these participants, they will benefit."

"And you think, those symposiums, writing meetings, and award presentations are basically the same trick, a group of people, what about us?

From readers to writers, from editors to critics, from magazines to publishers, we invite them to them. Everyone not only communicates, but also communicates with each other.

You don’t need to worry about this matter, just be your kitchen...the landlord."

When he was not careful, he almost said slutty. Li Tuo looked at Lin Chaoyang with great serious expression, "Chaoyang, if you do this, your contribution to our Chinese literary circle will be of great merit!"

After saying this, he was afraid that Lin Chaoyang would not agree, and added: "This is not my own idea. Everyone thinks so. Originally, everyone wanted to come to tell you about this. I said that people are too talkative, but I can't explain it clearly, which means everyone is here."

His implication is that if you dare not agree, don’t think about peace in the future. We will harass you every day.

Lin Chaoyang finally felt the helplessness of Lin Chong being forced to Liangshan. He sighed and said, "You are going to build me to Liangshan!"

Li Tuo said dissatisfiedly: "What does it mean to go to Liangshan? We are clearly putting on your yellow robe."

After saying that, he felt that the words were a bit inaccurate, "We are all for the development of Chinese literature!"

After saying this, it feels much taller, Li Tuo nodded with satisfaction.

"Chaoyang, for literature!" Li Tuo's eyes were filled with lofty admiration.

Good guy, he suddenly pulled up higher than Mount Everest, and Lin Chaoyang didn't know how to refuse.

He waved his hand, "It's OK! You can get it yourself. Let's agree first, our house is so big, and there is no place at that time, don't complain."

Li Tuo was overjoyed when he heard this, "Do you think we are invited to all of us? I tell you that we have planned this matter."

Li Tuo then told Lin Chaoyang about their private ideas on this year's cultural salon reform.

In recent years, the awards conferences for the National Excellent Short and Medium-Second Novel Awards have been basically held in late March. The cultural salon is held after the awards conference. In previous years, the award-winning writers have been invited to have a meal.

This year, Li Tuo and his friends were unique and extended the time to two days. The first day was still a closed-door gathering for the award-winning writers.

There were more activities on the second day, and there was an exchange meeting for award-winning writers in the morning. All literary enthusiasts from major universities and literary groups in Yanjing were participated in.

In the afternoon, there was a forum-like discussion. In addition to the participation of award-winning writers, literature enthusiasts and critics, Li Tuo and others have drawn up a list of leaders and backbone forces in several larger publishing houses and magazines in Yanjing.

At night, there will be a larger dinner party. Li Tuo and his team’s idea is to turn it into a Western-style cold dinner party, which will make it easier for everyone to communicate with each other.

Li Tuo talked for a long time, and his spit was flying. Lin Chaoyang heard him talk for a long time, but he felt that the funds were burning.

"You guys think very well, have you never considered money?"

Anyone with work experience should understand that even if everyone is willing to help organize such activities, it will inevitably consume a certain amount of manpower, material resources and financial resources.

In two days, there are at least three meals, each time it is more than 20 people. The next day there may be dozens or hundreds of people. This is a sum of money. There are also people who need to receive and materials for activities...

Lin Chaoyang put forward his own opinions, and Li Tuo said calmly: "I told Lao Song that the Yanjing Cultural Association can provide some financial and human support."

Lin Chaoyang was puzzled, "We run a salon, and the Yanjing Cultural Association contributes money and efforts, which is not appropriate. Besides, if you want them to participate, you are afraid that the taste will change."

Li Tuo said: "It's okay, we must be the main thing."

Speaking of this, Li Tuo's eyes flashed with a little ambition, "I plan to talk to Lao Lin again so that "Yanjing Literature" can also make some blood."

Listening to his words, Lin Chaoyang suspected: "You are not using the salon as a guise to pave the way for yourself to enter Yanjing Literature?"

As soon as these words came out, Li Tuo's eyes flashed, "Look at what you said, I will not conflict with the matter of holding a salon when I go to Yanjing Literature."

Lin Chaoyang sneered, too lazy to expose his little thoughts.

"The Wenhui Association is the Qingshui Yamen, and this is not an event they host, so I'll pay the money."

Li Tuo's face was happy, and then he was embarrassed, "This money is not too much, so you can pay it alone."

Lin Chaoyang said: "Anyway, I am the one who gets the reputation, so I will just pay it."

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