Terror System
I thought there was a dog barking

After finding an excuse to be late, Xia Feng subconsciously wanted to enter the conference room, only to hear an uncle who was about 40 years old say something strange.

"What is this kid doing?"

"I don't know, maybe I went to the wrong house?"

"That's... Excuse me, is this the Lewen Organization's writing salon?"

After hearing the discussion in the conference room, Xia Feng asked with some embarrassment.

"Yes, are you afraid of going crazy?"

Upon hearing his question, a bespectacled man sitting in the corner of the table suddenly stood up and asked doubtfully.

Xia Feng heard the other party's voice, so he hurriedly replied.

"I'm afraid I'm crazy, are you responsible for making that bag?"

"this is me."

The editor-in-chief looked to be around twenty-five or six years old, and was soft, wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and a black tie.

"Come and let me introduce you, this is the author of "Death Block", I think everyone should have heard of it."

Hearing the editor-in-chief's introduction, Xia Feng also pretended to be embarrassed and smiled, and was then summoned to his side by the editor-in-chief.

However, as soon as he sat down, he did not know where the yin and yang sounds were coming from.

"Now there really is no threshold for creation, and it is thought that I cannot recognize words completely, so I can write a book online."

Xia Feng followed the voice and found that the speaker was wearing a checkered shirt that looked like silk cloth, he looked quite old as the beard on his chin was mixed in white.

Although his voice was not loud, there were only a few people in the conference room, so of course everyone could hear him.

Xia Feng only knew one editor-in-chief at the moment, and he didn't know anyone else, so he didn't speak.

However, the two young men in their 20s who were sitting next to him greeted him with smiles and said.

"I'm still chasing your book every day. I thought I was in my 30s or 40s when I read that. I didn't expect it to be so young. still in college?"

"thank you. I'm not in college, I'm in second grade High School."

"The second year of high school was incredible. You're geniuses. If you were my age, it would be even more incredible."

A writer's circle is called a literary circle in a fun way, but one that is torn in an ugly way.

There is no saying that peers are enemies, so you can never guess how scary jealousy and even superiority one is.

So some people praise you because they really think your writing is very good, but most people actually underestimate it.

I'm just thinking you're lucky and getting more promotional opportunities.

This kind of thing has existed since time immemorial, in ancient times information was very backward, torn apart in various ways, especially in the modern era of information explosion.

When Xia Feng heard this praise, he did not take heart, he just said coincidentally.

"How can Shuhuo be late for an hour? Can you enter without saying a word of apology? Are children today so incompetent?"

A sudden and extremely sharp female voice rang out, making the originally chaotic conference room quiet for a while.

Xia Feng looked at it involuntarily, and discovered that the one who spoke was a woman with a sour face, and one third of her face was her chin.

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became embarrassing, but what was even more embarrassing was that no one was out to make the rounds.

In the end, the middle-aged man sitting in front, wearing a pair of round lenses, said calmly:

"Fear 0, as a newcomer, is participating in our offline exchange meeting for the first time, so it's understandable that some situations will happen."

"So on behalf of our author, I apologize to you. Then we can continue the previous discussion. "

Hearing the middle-aged man's apology, the woman looked at Xia Feng sternly and gave in, it seemed like she did not remember the criminal's actions.

"Don't be angry, the woman spoke like this. He is an investor in Huada Pictures and is usually very busy."

"It's okay, I just thought there was a dog barking."

Xia Feng whispered back to the editor-in-chief, and the editor-in-chief looked a little confused after hearing it, but he did not say anything.

"This year, our spiritual channel, at the beginning of this month, has surpassed the previous year in all aspects."

"A total of 20 books are being adapted or will be adapted into works of film and television."

"There are also several new writers, such as "Scared Crazy 0", "Invincible Big Fat Man", and "Refractory Athlete's Foot".

"Some of the new breakthroughs brought by them and the exploration of new elements are great assets for the entire channel. "

"Who is this guy?"

At this moment, Xia Feng asked the editor in charge in a low voice.

"My boss, the person in charge of our channel. Chief editor Chang'an."

Xia Feng remembered editor-in-chief Chang'an after hearing that, after all, it was she who apologized on his behalf like that sharp-mouthed woman.

Although the editor-in-chief's statement was very long, in Xia Feng's view, they weren't nutritious, they seemed to be reporting on the work.

However, the editor in charge told him that not only the people from Huada Films, but also some people who come to the salon today do derivative peripherals. So much is said. After all, if a work wants to be film and television, or derivative in other aspects, it takes many steps of cooperation.

As for this kind of writer's salon, the meaning of listening to a responsible editor is that the editor-in-chief will call some writers with better value to allow them to get to know more people and gather some contacts.

Usually, for discussions like these, or work reports, unless they are very well-known authors, they have no right to speak.

Although this book was very popular, Xia Feng still did not have the right to speak.

After all, the website sees the persistence of an author, at first, it will sign the book, but after seeing the persistence of the author and the growth potential, it will directly sign people, that is to avoid the loss of talent.

Xia Feng was not interested in some of the work reports, many times he asked the editor in charge of the few people present.

However, it was unfortunate for him that Feng Liusand did not come because he had an event to attend temporarily.

However, the shadow of the famous tree, even though he did not come, the conference room was almost filled with his name.

Not because his Panic trilogy will be released as a major film next year, but it's just that some of the films he followed as a screenwriter were all successful at the box office.

Even the sharp-mouthed woman was respectful as she spoke of the wind and quicksand, as if the wind and quicksand could hear her.

It was mentioned more than once that he wanted to work with Merry Sands and also allowed him to participate in the writing of screenplays produced by their film industry.

There was also a middle-aged man with a gray beard on his chin, he kept repeating the topic, which was to create a bad political channel atmosphere, make a real culture, not make trash.

To put it bluntly, it is restoring the traditional supernatural, and eliminating all systematic texts and ambiguous texts under the banner of supernatural powers.