Skill Replicator

The next morning, Wang Tao, Zhang Yunwen and Shen Qiao took the high-speed train back to Meicheng.

Wang Tao received a call from Qian Lao when he was still in the car.

"What is Xiao Wang up to?" Qian Lao's voice was full of guilty conscience.

"Old Qian, I have something to do when I go to Chang'an. I'm already at Bianliang on the way back." Wang Tao replied with a smile.

"Oh, what? I have something to tell you." Qian Lao felt embarrassed. At first, he asked others to join the Writers Association, but now he has not passed the application.

"If you have anything, just say it." Wang Tao has probably guessed something. Zhang Tao was angry with him before.

"I..." Before Qian Lao could say anything, the phone was snatched by Wei Xia. "A big man chirped."

The result was that Wei Xia spoke: "Wang Tao is like this. Didn't it say that you joined the Writers Association a year ago? The city has passed it, but it was stuck in the province."

"It's been two or three days since the old money has been haggling, and I've been embarrassed to call you. It's not fifteen, but it's also a new year, so I called to say sorry to you."

"What was the matter with me at the time? Just tell Lao Qian on this matter. Don't take it to heart. If you didn't join, you didn't join, and it didn't matter." Wang Tao smiled, and it was indeed the matter.

It's just that I didn't expect to come here to have this kind of personality, which is really surprising.

"By the way, our old money said sorry to you, and when you come back, we will invite you to drink." Wei Xia said again on the other end of the phone.

"Haha, well, I'll wait for Qian to invite me." Wang Tao said with a smile.

The two chatted for a few more words, and then hung up the phone.

"What's the matter? Didn't join the Writers Association?" Zhang Yunwen asked.

"That's what I said on the phone, saying that I was stuck in the province. I didn't even think about joining. If it weren't for the invitation of Mr. Qian that day, I really didn't mean to join." Wang Tao said with a smile.

"That's right, even if you don't join the Writers Association, you are now a member of the Calligraphers Association, or at the provincial level, so you don't have to be a member of writing." Zhang Yunwen was relieved that Wang Tao might be lost.

"In fact, no matter which association, I didn't want to participate, but it was kind and difficult. I was afraid that they would say that if they had some achievements, they would be defiant. That's good, just want to do business well." Wang Tao said with a smile.

Zhang Yunwen was also relieved to see that Wang Tao didn't seem to be cheating.

On the other side, Qian Lao and Wei Xia sat in the living room, Qian Lao was very depressed and lit a cigarette.

"What do you mean by this? I asked him to join the Writers Association. I think that with his qualifications and achievements, joining the Writers Association is not a sure thing."

"Who would have thought that it would be like this. The province almost agreed to the previous declarations made by the city, so why didn't it pass this time?" Teacher Qian said very depressed.

"Isn't it normal? The literati are light, you think it's a joke. What's more, when Wang Tao was arguing with those people on the Internet, it is inevitable that no one would spoil him." Wei Xia saw it more thoroughly. Speaking of the reason.

"This group of people really didn't succeed in success, more than failed!" After hearing Wei Xia's words, Old Qian also understood what was going on, said something viciously, then pinched his eyes and went upstairs.

Looking at her wife's back, Wei Xia smiled. The old man is so old, and he hasn't seen this kind of thing.

In the current Internet situation, the pride of the original traditional writers has been severely hit.

In the past, when it comes to writing novels, or writing books, it always feels like a very sacred thing.

But now, as long as you can type on a computer, you can write novels, and the spread of works is much faster than before, and the audience is also very wide.

Those writers who rely on writing articles for magazines and newspapers, seeing young people in their twenties earn hundreds of thousands, even millions, and tens of millions a year, many people begin to feel unbalanced.

When the threshold for writing books is so low, under the preconceived situation, they don't feel pleasing to their eyes no matter how they look at these books.

I want to say something like a senior, but people don't know you if they don't see it. This also makes some people's minds more narrow-minded, and it is inevitable that they will take some measures to disgust people.

Wang Tao really didn't take this matter to his heart. In fact, even he himself didn't think he was a writer. As soon as something got the title of home, he became taller.

After twelve o'clock, the three people walked out of the high-speed rail station.

After taking the car out of the company, Wang Tao invited Shen Qiao to lunch, and then went back with Zhang Yunwen.

As soon as he returned home, before sitting down, Wang Fengyun called.

"Have you been online?" Wang Fengyun asked nonchalantly.

"No, you just got out of the car and didn't sit down after lunch. You called." Wang Tao asked strangely.

"You can check it online, just watch your Weibo. I'm going to film a movie without telling me."

After saying this, Wang Fengyun hung up the phone.

"Who?" Zhang Yunwen asked in the bedroom.

"Hello sister, let me go online and check Weibo." Wang Tao replied while opening the software on his mobile phone.

As a result, as soon as I opened the software, Ding Dang Dong had a lot of private messages.

Open one at will, it was posted by a fan.

"Join if you don't, we don't know anything about the Bird Writers Association."

Looking at the other one, it was also posted by a fan: "The farmer is not bitter, stand up and lull."

Without reading the others, Wang Tao knew that he did not join the Writers Association. Everyone knows.

He immediately searched the farmer and the writers' association, and found the source of the incident.

The Ludong Provincial Writers Association announced the list of members who applied to join the Writers Association for the new term. In addition, there is a list of approved members. The thirteen cities in the province, as well as some enterprises and institutions, have applied for a total of more than 50 people, only Wang Tao was one of the four who lost the election.

Wang Tao took a look at the other three, and they are also internet writers.

As soon as this list came out, many netizens questioned it.

For many netizens, the four people who were familiar with it were the four who lost the election. As for the fifty people who passed, few people knew about it.

"I really don't know what the standards passed by the Writers Association are. When it comes to the number of authors, the farmers must be overwhelmed by those people. As for the representative works, I believe that few people can compare with the farmers, and the result is actually like this." A netizen wrote. .

"Please forgive me for the poor consultants in Xiaxia, none of the people in front of them know."

"I searched the Internet. Many of the representative works of those people in front don't even have entries. There are no books for sale on Dangdang. I don't know where to buy their masterpieces."

"When I was in school, the teacher said that I was working behind closed doors. I don't know what it means. Now it seems that the writers' association is educated and explained to us the meaning of this idiom with practical actions and imagination."

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