County school.
Instructor Xu had a gentle smile, like a saint bathed in holy light.
"Qingyunlou, recently Brother Yang, Brother Huang and I sent several letters to the bookstores in town, and soon, no bookstore dared to show its face and sell tickets for that storyteller's performances."
"From now on, you'll be the head of storytelling in the city, and you'll even have the final say on prices when negotiating with bookstores..."
Qingyunlou's face suddenly took on a profound expression as he cupped his hands and said:
"The student thanks the Master."
The more I think about it, the more excited I get.
Does this mean I'll be in charge here at the library from now on?
Want your own work? Sure, how much are you willing to pay?
One hundred taels, I'll think about it.
Two hundred taels, I have time.
Three hundred taels, that's fine.
Coming back from the excitement, "Master, there's another person, pen name Xu Liang. I wonder if there are any problems with his works?"
Instructor Xu was slightly taken aback, then shook his head and said, "I have read this person's works. There are plenty of scenes about punishing evil and promoting good, and the plot is also excellent."
That's enough.
Qingyunlou looked regretful: "What a pity."
Instructor Xu said calmly, "What's the pity? We only need to target that troublemaker, Liaozhai. For excellent writers of vernacular stories, we should still include them in our Vernacular Literature Research Conference. This way, people will know that we are not targeting all vernacular writers, but those garbage writers with obscene and unhealthy writing styles."
Wouldn't that make us appear even more magnanimous, and show that we're not just jealous?
Instructor Xu pursed his lips: It's just that this person poses no threat to you. He talks a good game, but he's a hypocrite.
Yang Yuanxi walked in from outside and asked in confusion, "I heard that Rainforest Bookstore is going to release that person's new work tomorrow, but we don't know what genre it is yet."
Huang Yuning laughed and said, "Brother Yang, you are overthinking it. Judging from this person's writing style and creative type, I estimate that it will be another work of ghosts and monsters. Now we can start writing critical articles to hang on the wall of the seminar."
Instructor Xu smiled and said, "Alright, I'll tell my students to join our seminar and criticize the shameless people who write erotic novels."
He gave an order to his subordinates.
Before long, the news reached the county school.
Lu Chengfeng was the first to jump out, grinning as he said, "I want to join the storytelling seminar. It was initiated by Mr. Xu, how could I be left out?"
Shi Jingxing took a step back without revealing his expression.
Someone spotted him and pulled him out of the crowd: "Brother Shi, you're definitely going to participate, right?"
Shi Jingxing cursed inwardly, "What an idiot."
He had heard about the recent news in the city, even if he didn't want to.
It was precisely because of the problematic writing style of Mr. Liaozhai that his style had been almost completely eradicated.
His adapted storytelling performances are no longer allowed to be sold.
This seminar stands in contrast to the walled forum; it too is set up in a small space around the wall.
Shi Jingxing shook his head. There's no need for that. It's just a storybook, not a Confucian book. There's really no need to make such a big deal out of it. It's just a light reading.
Besides, there aren't that many romantic scenes in it; the key parts aren't described at all.
Anyone with eyes can see that someone is rigging a story about Mr. Liaozhai.
But he also liked to overthink things and enjoy reading storybooks when he had nothing to do.
Knowing the book sales situation of each bookstore is not a secret; you can find out by asking around.
Lü Yunchuan remained hidden in the crowd.
He did not utter a word.
Regarding the misunderstanding in class some time ago, everyone thought he didn't take it to heart, and no one knew what he was really thinking.
He seized an opportunity to borrow a book from a classmate, saying he wanted to read it.
His classmate only then realized what was happening and looked at him with surprise, "You really haven't seen it?"
Everyone now understood that this dull, taciturn fellow had been wrongly accused by Lu Chengfeng.
After reading it, Lü Yunchuan felt slightly uneasy. Listening to the exaggerated rumors circulating in the city recently, he shook his head slightly: "They're being watched."
Lu Chengfeng smiled and looked at Shi Jingxing: "Brother Shi, would you like to join us?"
The other party laughed and replied, "Forget it, I don't have that kind of writing skill. After joining, according to the gentleman, I'll have to write a critical article. Where would I get the talent for that? It's not embarrassing."
Lu Chengfeng understood and turned to look at the tall, burly farm boy who was silent.
And you, Brother Lü?
Lu Yunchuan shook his head and said, "Like Brother Shi, I don't have the writing skills or the energy. I'm afraid of embarrassing you, sir. I'm clumsy and inarticulate, not as good as you, Brother Lu."
Normally, Lu Chengfeng would have given him a good opportunity to ridicule and mock him.
Is it that they can't, or that they're unwilling?
But now it's rare to see this big, clumsy guy bowing his head and behaving like a servant; he's in a great mood, plus the flattery of the sycophants around him.
"Yes, what use would he be if he joined? It all depends on you, Young Master Lu."
A young man with a resolute face walked over from a distance. Someone asked, "Brother Duan, would you be willing to join us?"
Duan Zhujun was taken aback, then shook her head and said, "My writing is so-so, I won't embarrass myself by doing that. Besides, I'm under Mr. He's tutelage..."
After saying that, he shook his head again. Mr. He has never liked Mr. Xu, so why should I join in the fun?
The tall, muscular young man in the crowd looked at him, and his previously bewildered expression suddenly brightened.
Meanwhile, some students who originally loved A Chinese Ghost Story began to wail in despair.
"Oh dear, I finally found a storybook I like. There's really no need to be so critical. I personally really like Mr. Liaozhai's writing style. It's serious with a touch of absurdity, profound with a touch of romance, a bit more lewd and a bit less rigid."
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