Chapter 226 Mixed Doubles
People's cognition is limited by their own experience.

For Li Luo, being scolded is normal.

No matter in the previous life or in this life, whenever I wrote an online article, I would be scolded.

In other words, all the online writers who have come here to attend the symposium have been scolded by at least hundreds of people.

Being belittled and looked down upon is the norm in the circle of online writers.

So when everyone heard Chu Sheng's big words at the podium, their faces were calm and there was no disturbance.

Some even laughed out loud and patted the shoulders of those around them: "What did I say? The person who spoke today must have said something bad. I won the bet last night, right? You owe me a meal."

"What an idiot..." Another person was speechless, "Don't you think before you speak? The Writers Association invited this kind of person to give a speech?"

"My uncle, who is in his forties and graduated from elementary school, started a company to make a little money. He asked someone to write a biography of his life, got a publishing license and increased sales, so that he could join the Writers Association and get a writer's certificate." The person who won the bet sneered, "They are all makeshift teams, so don't criticize each other."

"Who was this person introduced to you before?"

"I didn't listen carefully. What new and emerging writer?"

"The Writers Association has an annual essay contest to select new writers. Only authors under 35 years old are allowed to sign up. This person must have won first prize."

"Damn it! If someone who won the Mao Dun Literature Prize came here to show off, I would tolerate it, but how can this kind of person be so shameless?"

The people in the audience were whispering.

Sun Jingchun on the stage was sweating profusely, cursing Chu Sheng in his heart for being mentally retarded. Even if he had something to say, he shouldn't say it in such a public place.

He put down the microphone, moved closer to Chu Sheng, and whispered, "Teacher Chu, this is different from what we agreed on at the beginning, right? How will the secretary and the chairman in the audience view your unauthorized modification of the speech?"

"Teacher Sun, please don't get involved. Just do your job as the host. Now is my time to speak." Chu Sheng put down the microphone and said with a smile, "Besides, weren't your opinions similar to mine when we were at the dinner table?"

"Then you can't..."

"What's wrong with this young writer named Li Luo? Doesn't he want to stand up and let me see the world?" Without giving Sun Jingchun more chances to speak, after the private chat, Chu Sheng immediately picked up the microphone and continued to ask aggressively.

Some authors in the front row frowned, looking a little uncomfortable, and were about to stand up and say something.

Xu Rongsheng also frowned and looked at Chu Sheng on the podium, then turned his head and looked in the direction of Li Luo with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Just at this moment, Li Luo in the back row stood up.

Hearing the noise of someone standing up behind them, everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Li Luo.

"This... Mr. Chu?" Li Luo sighed helplessly and looked at Chu Sheng who was sitting at the podium. "Although the host called you Teacher Chu, I feel that the word teacher is a bit offensive, so I'll just call you that."

"So all online writers are of your quality? You can't help but curse as soon as you stand up?" Chu Sheng said with a laugh.

"At least the excellent teachers I know would not point their finger at a student and call him trash." Li Luo shook his head and said, "It's one thing to be disappointed with someone, but it's another to insult his personality."

"If he is a hopeless student, then as a teacher, I should scold him severely. At least I have a chance to wake him up." Chu Sheng stared at Li Luo and said, "You are only 16 years old. How can you study if you write this kind of online article?"

"Um... don't worry about that." Li Luo said, "I ranked 17th in the final exam of Affiliated No. Middle School. If I can maintain that, I may not be able to get into Peking University or Tsinghua University, but Qianjiang University should be easy."

After hearing this, Chu Sheng was stunned for a moment. He probably didn't expect that a high school student who put all his energy into writing online articles could have such good academic performance?
He had specifically inquired about it and found out that the author of "I'm Really Not a Celebrity" had published a manuscript of 100,000 words at the beginning of last month.

I have to update five to six thousand words every day.

With this intensity of writing, do you still have extra energy to study?

"Is it so good to rekindle learning?"

"Damn it! I'm being beaten by the monthly bestsellers, but my grades are still so good? Don't you want me to live?"

"It's outrageous. I feel like I was a living dog before."

The authors in the audience were watching the tit-for-tat interaction between Li Luo and Chu Sheng. They were enjoying the show when they felt suddenly hit hard by Li Luo.

"If that's the case, then you should give up online literature and concentrate on your studies." Chu Sheng narrowed his eyes and said, "Without the interference of online literature, perhaps you will be able to easily get into Peking University or Tsinghua University, right?"

"Then what?" Li Luo tilted his head. "What happens after I get into Peking University or Tsinghua University? Can Mr. Chu make some plans for me?"

"If you can graduate from Peking University or Tsinghua University, you will certainly get a better job, and your future life will be better. Your family..." Chu Sheng said.

But Li Luo laughed and said, "But...I earned 37 yuan in royalties last month. I may not need a very lucrative job to replace online writing. If I just want a better material life, I think this should be enough to meet my needs."

The number 37 hit Chu Sheng on the head, and it really stunned him.

He did know that some popular online articles were making money like money printing machines.

But in his opinion, even if this 16-year-old boy had good grades, it shouldn't be too outrageous.

But who would have thought...

"This guy is so funny." Someone in the audience tried to hold back his laughter. "Last month, a bunch of people were pushed down by Rekindled on the bestseller list. It is said that his channel data is also booming. How can you have the nerve to plan any jobs for him?"

Xu Rongsheng, who was listening to the confrontation between the two men at this time, was stunned where he stood, thinking he had heard it wrong.

"37?" Xu Rongsheng asked in a low voice to the deputy secretary of the Provincial Writers Association, "Did I hear correctly?"

"Since it was said by the author himself, it's definitely not a lie." Secretary Cao said with a smile, "The ability of online writing to make money is still very strong nowadays, and his is not even the largest."

"This..." Xu Rongsheng was a little shocked.

You know, he was invited to attend a symposium here and received a subsidy of 15,000 yuan.

This is really a generous move from the Online Writers Association.

Under normal circumstances, even for some business meetings, Xu Rongsheng would only get two to three thousand yuan a day at most.

As a result, Li Luo made 37 yuan a month? It's a bit unbelievable.

Besides, Li Luo can earn so much, but what about his daughter’s novel?
But he continued to ask: "Isn't it not good for Mr. Chu on the stage to keep talking like this?"

"It's okay, let him talk." Secretary Cao glanced at Li Yuhang, the chairman of the Yuhang Writers Association, and then smiled. "That kid named Li Luo handled it well, didn't he?"

Just as Xu Rongsheng and Secretary Cao were talking privately, Chu Sheng on the stage also recovered and couldn't help frowning.

"After saying so much, it still can't cover up the problem of low quality of online literature." Chu Sheng turned the topic back and no longer focused on Li Luo, who was a tough nut to crack. "Crudely produced content will eventually destroy our literary soil and cause irreversible damage."

"A large number of individuals, as long as they can read and have a good story in their hearts, can express themselves freely in the field of online literature, cultivate a new literary soil, and bring about another prosperity in literary form." Li Luo said with a sneer.

"Everyone can use fancy words. Mr. Chu should stop saying such empty and abstract conclusions and give more practical examples."

"Since you have read my novels, you can use them as examples and point out my shortcomings. I am happy to hear some opinions and suggestions from emerging writers from the Writers Association."

Hearing what he said, Chu Sheng sneered and said, "You seem to feel very good about yourself. From the very beginning of this novel you wrote, it is full of problems that are hard to look at."

"Something about traveling to a parallel world, awakening some system, copying works from the real world into his own book, and being affectionate with some female stars."

"Can this be called an excellent work? It is nothing but a cheap, clumsy work that is purely meant to arouse desires."

Hearing Chu Sheng's words, Li Luo immediately smiled and snapped his fingers: "Right, that's it, isn't what Mr. Chu said very well?"

"But the shortcomings you cited are, to me, the advantages of online writing."

"As a human being, we cannot escape the seven emotions and six desires. The more direct and naked the desires are, the more they go to the essence of human nature."

"But it seems that today's traditional writers are always more willing to describe it in a very euphemistic and obscure way, hiding it from people so that they can't see it clearly, and they are in the fog and dare not face such desires directly."

“It can certainly be a way of expressing beauty, but that doesn’t mean it’s the only right way.”

"Online literature is the literature of the majority of people. It pursues simplicity and understanding, directness and crudeness, and uses the most straightforward way to show the plot that is closest to desire and directly touch people's emotions." "I don't think this is something to be ashamed of."

"Heh." Chu Sheng sneered, "After saying so much, it still proves that online literature is not worth mentioning in the mainstream. You just covered it up with another set of rhetoric."

"I have to say that you are very eloquent, but the more so, the more it hurts me."

"If you hadn't gone down the wrong path of writing online articles, you could have been much better, right?"

Hearing Chu Sheng say this, Li Luo was speechless and thought to himself, do I have to thank you for this?
However, just as he was about to continue his rebuttal, Xu Rongsheng in the front row suddenly raised his hand and gestured to Sun Jingchun on the stage: "Can I say a few words?"

Sun Jingchun looked at Xu Rongsheng, then at the two leaders beside him. Seeing that neither of them had any reaction, and Chu Sheng beside him did not say anything to refuse, he nodded and said, "Professor Xu, go ahead."

Seeing this, the staff nearby immediately handed over a microphone.

Xu Rongsheng took the microphone, turned his head and looked around, looked at Li Luo, and smiled at him.

Then he sat up straight, picked up the microphone, and slowly said, "When I first received the invitation from the Writers Association, it happened to be my daughter's parent-teacher conference that day, and my wife went to attend it."

"After returning home, my daughter invited several close classmates to have dinner at home."

"At the time, I didn't have a good impression of online literature. My opinion was similar to that of Mr. Chu on the stage, but not as extreme as him."

"But after meeting young people like my daughter, an idea popped into my mind: what kind of existence do online literature have in the eyes of today's young people?"

"So I asked one of my classmates, and he gave me an answer that really opened my eyes."

"Here, I can share it with everyone present, and by the way, provide a relatively novel perspective for thinking."

I have to say that the professors at Qianjiang University are different in their demeanor.

The way he told the story easily attracted the attention of most people, and they listened to his words slowly.

After a brief pause, Xu Rongsheng continued, "We all know that our country's cultural history has a long history, and can even be traced back to the distant oracle bone inscriptions."

"In the field of literature, the Book of Songs is often called the source of our country's literary development, or at least it can be said to be the earliest literary work since written records began."

"Everyone who has been to school knows that the Book of Songs is divided into three parts: Feng, Ya, and Song."

"Among them, 'Wind' represents the life, customs, emotions and social conditions of the people at that time."

"Ya" is mainly poetry written by the aristocracy."

"The Song is a hymn sung during sacrifices."

“When I thought about online literature, I began to wonder if today’s online literature is what The Wind was back then.”

"Those folk songs that were once passed down orally were probably just vulgar words from the lower classes in the eyes of the aristocracy at that time."

"Even the people who sang these folk songs probably would not have imagined that the songs they sang would become classics passed down by future generations, or even become the most valuable asset for studying that era."

"The Book of Songs is like this, so isn't it the same for all the poems and songs that came after it?"

"When Song Ci was first born, a group of literati criticized it, saying that Song Ci paid too much attention to rhythm and neglected the original solemnity and elegance of poetry, and was not as philosophical and profound as Tang poetry."

"When Yuan opera was first created, it was criticized for being too vulgar because it was too close to the lives of ordinary people, and it was far from the elegant style of Tang poetry and Song lyrics."

"In the Ming and Qing dynasties, chapter-based novels, such as Journey to the West and other fantasy novels or historical novels such as Romance of the Three Kingdoms, were criticized for containing a lot of fiction and exaggeration, which was contrary to the historical authenticity and moral education emphasized by traditional literature."

"This type of chapter-based novel is also considered to lower the taste and style of literature because it is too popular."

"But who could have imagined at that time that works such as Journey to the West and Dream of the Red Chamber would become the four great masterpieces that people regard as classics in the new era?"

"Even the martial arts novels that were criticized as popular works in the last century are now being vindicated by more and more people, and Jin Yong is even called a martial arts master of his generation."

"All these things are telling one thing."

“The form of literature will inevitably evolve with the development of the times.”

“And people today are always blinded by the glory of the past.”

“Little do we know that what we are creating now may be a classic that will be praised by everyone hundreds of years later?”

"And all of this will be left to history to prove."

At this point, Xu Rongsheng looked at Chu Sheng and said with a smile: "Online literature may have shortcomings of one kind or another, but if we can face it with a more open and inclusive attitude, perhaps we can better guide its development."

Then, Xu Rongsheng turned his head to look at Li Luo, and said with a smile: "Li Luo, uncle should borrow your original theory, you don't mind, right?"

Everyone present was originally immersed in Xu Rongsheng's steady and powerful statement. The more they listened, the more it made sense to them, and it felt like their minds were suddenly opened up.

As a result, Xu Rongsheng's final words stunned everyone.

"Uncle Xu said it much better than I did." Li Luo smiled and said modestly, "At the beginning, I just spoke out of my feelings. Your explanation is much more complete and very organized. After listening to you, I also gained a lot."

……

After Chu Sheng finished his speech, he walked off the stage with a grim look on his face and sat back in his seat.

Then, it was Editor Xia Lie's turn to go on stage and speak.

After watching Li Luo sit back in his seat, Secretary Cao next to Xu Rongsheng glanced at Li Yuhang, the chairman of the Municipal Writers Association, and said calmly, "What do you think?"

"What does Secretary Cao want to say?"

"Online writers are not as impetuous as you think, right?" Secretary Cao took a sip of tea and continued, "I heard about your big fight with a certain writer before, but this kind of individual case should not become an obstacle to development."

"Regarding the City Writers Association, we should push forward the matter of assisting in the preparation of the Yuhang City Online Writers Association."

"What do you say?"

Li Yuhang glanced at Secretary Cao, then at Xu Rongsheng, and even turned his head to look at Li Luo who had just sat down in the corner in the distance.

"I didn't mean to stop it."

"That's good, I'll just think of it as me worrying too much."

……

At 11:30 am, the morning symposium, after some twists and turns, ended smoothly and successfully.

Sun Jingchun breathed a sigh of relief and walked down from the stage. Just as he was about to find Xu Rongsheng to complain, he saw Xu Rongsheng walking quickly towards the door of the conference hall.

Sun Jingchun was surprised when he saw this, and hurried to catch up with him. It was not until Xu Rongsheng stopped at the door of the hall that he asked in confusion: "Why are you walking so fast suddenly?"

"I wanted to call them over for lunch and a chat," Xu Rongsheng said with a smile, "but they ran away faster than rabbits."

"Your daughter doesn't know you know she's here, right?" Sun Jingchun also laughed, "Of course she doesn't dare to see you."

"I won't do anything to her." Xu Rongsheng shook his head helplessly, "This girl doesn't believe me at all."

As he said this, Xu Rongsheng also recalled that last night, Sun Jingchun got the list from the Internet Writers Association, which allowed him to easily know the situation of his daughter.

Going to bed early will make you grow taller.

"Literary Era".

Hmm... I'll have to taste it carefully when I get back.

Oh, by the way, there’s also “I’m Really Not a Celebrity”, let’s watch it together.

(End of this chapter)