I Have 48 Hours a Day

　　 Zhang Heng originally thought that he would be watched when he entered the door, but he did not expect that except for a few people at the door who noticed him, the rest of the people basically didn’t respond, and they were still doing their own things.

The controversy in the room has entered a white-hot stage. Zhang Heng has recognized a certain fantasy best-selling female author who spoke before, but her opponent, a man with a red neck and a high-pitched look, is pointing the country, Zhang Heng does not know. His origin depends on his appearance as a poet and novelist active in the seventeenth or eighteenth century.

In addition, a man with a beard and a big back also joined the argument. He also stood opposite the best-selling female author, “I read your novel, madam, with all due respect, I only watched three I can’t stand it anymore. I think that no matter what kind of creation should be based on my own life experience, because only the truth can move people. Before I wrote “Moby Dick”, I worked as a seaman for four years in the sea and followed a whaling ship. Go to sea together.

“I look at those strong men who are struggling for life at sea, how they overcome fate and how to deal with storms. From then on, I made up my mind to write a story about them, but,” the bearded man said in a low voice. Go on, “This book had a mediocre response at the time. I guess no matter what era, people like to read popular stories that are weird and have little meaning.”

“My story is also derived from my own life. I just put a coat of magic on it. I believe Mr. Gandalf must agree with me.” The woman turned her gaze to a shrunken figure with a full head. The white-haired old man is looking for allies.

And the latter did not disappoint, and said, “Fantasy is a type of literary subject, and behind the ridiculous story at the beginning also hides the true emotions of the creator.” He seemed to have thought of something, sighed, and gave himself Pour another glass of red wine.

“But still, entertainment is greater than artistic value.” Another voice said, it was a Jewish-looking man with big eyes and high nose, deep eye sockets, and long slender ears, making him look a bit like a vampire, “I I don’t care about the legibility of the article, because my work is first of all to allow me to explore the value and meaning of life by myself. As for whether others can read and understand what it has to do with me?

“My enlightenment teacher always tells me that storytelling requires beginning and end, time and place, and clear values. But to be honest, I don’t care about that kind of thing at all. I agree with the reasonable use of straddle and absurd writing techniques, but this These things are not used to give money to the general public.”

　　 “This sounds too arrogant.” The woman frowned.

　　 “But geniuses are inherently arrogant.” The Jewish man spread his hands.

Just when everyone was arguing, someone finally noticed Zhang Heng who had just walked in, and shouted, “Great, there is a new face here, it should be a newcomer who just came to the salon, we should ask him the opinion of.”

　　 “Please, I don’t care anyway.” An American man dressed like a hippie with a girl nestled on the sofa and yawned.

　　 But besides him, there are still many people waiting for Zhang Heng’s answer.

Even though he knew that when he said his words, it would surely arouse a lot of people’s scorn and even discomfort, but Zhang Heng still didn’t hesitate, because he had already figured out the answer to this question before he entered the copy, “I want to write a copy. Everyone likes to read books that can quickly become popular.”

　　 “boring!”

　　 “This kid has gone wrong!”

　　 “This kind of statement is too polite, it should be said that it is hopeless.”

　　 “It’s another mess of shit! Whoever invited it, the newcomers are too utilitarian.” Some people immediately shook their heads when they heard the words, looking like they were heartbroken, as if they were doing something violent in Zhang Heng.

　　 However, in contrast, some people looked at Zhang Hengshun’s eyes.

“well said.”

　　 “I think this young man’s wishes are good, and no one has said that fashion is wrong. Don’t forget that even you guys with hard lips, works have become popular after you die.”

　　 “…………”

Zhang Heng is mentally prepared for this. If it is placed in a traditional game, this is probably a lineup selection event. After the lineup is established, people in the same lineup will increase your favorability. On the contrary, the favorability of people in the opposing camp will be crazy. drop.

　　 Of course, there are also players who want to be mixed on both sides. In this case, they can be slick and ride down the wall. If the operation is good, the favorability of both sides will not rise or fall.

　　 But this is not necessary for Zhang Heng, because he didn’t lie, what he said before was his truth.

“If you want to explore the popular tricks of novels, you can come to me. I live in Room 207.” The fantasy best-selling female author said enthusiastically, and after a pause she said mysteriously, “You have time tomorrow morning. I can also recommend someone for you. He is the greatest writer in human history. No one knows that no one knows. His plays are well-known. Until hundreds of years later, every novel we write is There is a shadow of his story.”

　　 Although Professor McGonagall did not name the person, Zhang Heng already knew who she was talking about.

　　——William Shakespeare, although it has always been said that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, Shakespeare can indeed be regarded as the most influential author.

If you can listen to Shakespeare personally explain the method of writing novels, you will definitely benefit. Even if Shakespeare is based on the market environment and the audience’s preferences at the time, the methods actually have something in common, and Shakespeare’s plays are experienced Enduring for hundreds of years, this is probably the real fashion.

　　 And just as Zhang Heng was about to sit down and chat with the best-selling fantasy female author, the messy hall suddenly fell silent.

　　 Then everyone’s eyes gradually gathered around the fireplace, and the firewood inside had already burnt at some point and crackled.

　　 And Zhang Heng then noticed that there was a hint of excitement on the face of the best-selling fantasy female author~www.mtlnovel.com~ She straightened up and said to Zhang Heng, “Here, it’s about to start.”

　　 “What started?”

　　 “Monthly salon story meeting.” The fantasy best-selling female writer blinked, “The winner can meet the owner here, have dinner with him, and…get the qualification to leave here.”

“leave here?”

“Of course, although this place is very good, there are eating and drinking, and there are many masters, including the living and the dead. Everyone gathers together and talks. Well, of course, sometimes they will spray each other like just now. After all, every author has his own characteristics and persistence. If it is so easy to be persuaded by others, then we don’t need to do this business, but even if we live in a good place for a long time, we will get bored.”

The best-selling fantasy female author seems to have thought of something here, “By the way, what is your writing level? Although it is difficult to have an evaluation standard for this kind of thing, the owner here still finds a way to give everyone a level. My words are probably between lv2 and lv3, what about you.”

　　 Zhang Heng glanced at his character panel, where writing skills is still lv0.

　　 “It looks like I have to stay here for a while.” Zhang Heng said.

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