Beijing, Wanli Hotel.
The Beijing Writers Association held its annual meeting here today and booked the entire banquet hall on the ninth floor.
At this moment, many people have arrived in the banquet hall.
The wine was flowing and the food was clinking.
Everyone was dressed formally and walked in the crowd with a wine glass in hand. When they saw someone they knew, they would walk over and gather together to chat.
Last year's Nobel Prize winner Yu Yan was sitting on a sofa, surrounded by old friends.
Several people were chatting and laughing.
No one dared to disturb them.
After all, these bigwigs are among the best figures in the national literary world.
"Old Yu, you are being modest again. Look at your hypocritical face." Zheng Hua sneered, feeling both envious and jealous of his old friend.
Tell me, how can this person write so well? !
"Haha, my face is pretty good-looking. Come, let me show you." Yu Yan leaned his face forward, looking very proud.
"You're just shameless, I'm telling you! You just won the Nobel Prize last year, and you're already flying off the handle this year, right?"
Humph! I'm so envious!
"That's a lot of pride! If you don't get proud after winning the Nobel Prize, when will you be proud?"
A group of people immediately rolled their eyes.
Even though they are a group of literati, they are not at all inferior when it comes to arguing with their friends.
Yu Yan was smiling the whole time.
The others stood far away, looking at this group of big men, each with a face full of envy:
"Usually, they're people you only see on TV or in newspapers! I didn't expect to see one today!"
"I heard that Teacher Yu Yan hasn't participated in the Writers Association's activities in recent years. Why is he here this year?"
"I don't know. He probably won the Nobel Prize last year and was invited by the association to give a speech this year, right? But I heard Xu Mo is here too."
"Are you talking about Xu Mo, the guy whose new book sales have consistently topped the charts in recent years? Where is he?"
"How should I know? I've never met this great god. But there are a lot of unfamiliar faces here today, and I don't know them either."
"I do know a few. They were all rookies last year. Come to think of it, there's a new guy named Xin Tianmu, I wonder which one he is."
"Wow! You know Xin Tianmu too? His books always give me a very peaceful feeling. The text seems to have no ups and downs, but for some reason I can't put it down. It's really strange!"
"That's right! I first came across his short story 'The Country Woman' in a magazine. It was so well written! How could someone use seemingly peaceful words to write such a powerful work?! Oh! Why can't I write it?"
"I've read this article too, but I prefer the one she later published in 'Historical Fun', 'History is Full of Misunderstandings About Me'. It reads like a novel, but it also seems to realistically portray the character of Emperor Xin. I heard that this article has attracted quite a few people in the archaeological community!"
"Hahahaha! I saw that one too. If it hadn't been published in 'Historical Fun', I would have thought it was a fantasy novel! But this author has a really wild imagination. And the three realms of gods, humans, and demons? Hahahaha!"
The man who was speaking laughed for a while, and when he saw everyone looking at him with an indescribable expression, he realized that his reaction was a bit too much. He quickly stopped laughing and coughed lightly:
"Ahem! Well, I just don't really believe in this theory. Besides, isn't cultivating immortals something that only exists in novels?"
The others looked at him and shook their heads: "Haven't you studied the Classic of Mountains and Seas in depth?"
The man was stunned: "What does this have to do with the Classic of Mountains and Seas?"
"Hmm... Let's put it this way. In most people's minds, the Classic of Mountains and Seas is a myth. But there's also a theory that it's more of a geography book."
"No way?!"
The man looked shocked.
He is a new writer who has little exposure to literature and is only good at writing suspense novels.
I haven't really studied these ancient books in depth.
While all this discussion was going on, Xin Guoguo had already quietly entered the banquet hall with the invitation.
She looked around and didn't see anyone familiar, so she simply found a place to sit down, put her hand on her chin, tilted her head and listened to the conversation of the people around her.
Although there are many handsome men and beautiful women in the Writers Association, most of them have ordinary looks.
Among this ordinary face, a beautiful face quickly attracted a lot of attention.
"Hello, beautiful lady. I'm Feng Yuyao. Nice to meet you."
A man holding a wine glass stood in front of Xin Guoguo, looking down at her with a hint of greed in his eyes.
Xin Guoguo raised her eyes, her gaze indifferent: "Hello, I'm Xin Tianmu."
"Xin Tianmu?!" Feng Yuyao exclaimed, his face full of surprise, unable to hide it.
This sound also successfully attracted the attention of the surrounding people.
Xin Guoguo nodded slightly.
The greed in Fengyuyao's eyes grew even stronger: "I didn't expect that the legendary Xin Tianmu would be such a beauty!"
"Thank you for the compliment." Politely.
Seeing that she was so easy to talk to, Feng Yuyao's eyes became even more presumptuous.
He looked up and down at the woman in front of him again and again, licked his dry lips involuntarily, and his whole body felt hot.
The body is curvy and the skin is smooth.
Such a beauty must taste wonderful!
The man sat down on the sofa next to Xing Guoguo, his eyes moving downwards:
"Where are you from, my beauty? How did you get to Kyoto? I have a villa and several courtyard houses at home. Would you like to visit my house?"
Xin Guoguo frowned slightly, and when the man approached, she subconsciously moved to the side.
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