v4 Chapter 130： Argument (Happy National Day Duck~) (1/2)
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.”