At the table, seeing Anxi team and his team left, Fan Qingfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head hatred.

"You must know that there are such a group of stubborn young authors in Qihang. I should have published my works here long ago."

"It's not too late now. By that day, I hope they can feel the power of words."

"Tell me...tell me about these people..."

"Are you all the authors who set sail like this?"

"I give some advice, why...how...how..."

At first, he was pretty hypocritical, but he seemed to be getting more and more unable to control himself later, and he was breathing heavily and his eyes were red.

Taishan and Shana quickly comforted her.

"Hey hey, it's not as good as Teacher Fan, not as good as~."

"Those children are too ignorant. Teacher Fan should not be as knowledgeable as them. Come on, let's continue to talk about your new work."

Being slapped by Taishan and Shana, Fan Qingfeng couldn't say anything that was brewing.

no way.

I can only swallow this shit.

"I... is fine... is not angry..." Fan Qingfeng picked up the cup, stuffed his head and then rubbed his mouth and smiled stubbornly, "I'm just young and energetic... I didn't take it seriously..."

Originally, things should have passed like this.

pity.

"Really? I don't believe it."

A thin figure suddenly sat over without saying hello.

Looking in the sound, I saw a young man with a white face tied with a small braid. His face was still childish and had a kind of ancient style.

The same white shirt and black jacket were worn on him, but it felt a detached smell.

Looking at such a person...

Shana stumbled on the spot.

"White...white..."

The young man raised his hand, glanced at Fan Qingfeng, then shook his head and picked up the clear water surface in the bowl.

"He is not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

"Isn't 'Dao' on your side?"

"You dare not follow you in the morning, preach and go against you?"

"Just treat it as nonsense. I just want to see how people like you are really angry and should scold people."

"???" Fan Qingfeng said with a stiff face, "Young man, are you..."

"Shh, let's talk about it." The young man said, "I have written ten times your words, made a hundred times your wealth, and lived your life for more than twenty years. What can you teach me? Put your hair on?"

“!?!?”

For Fan Qingfeng, if he had just been forced to get stuffed.

Now, it's just a sea of ​​dung.

He turned his head and stared at Taishan in a hurry, and pointed at the young man and shook wildly.

Hurry! Tell him who I am!

Teach him a lesson quickly, teach him a lesson quickly!

Sure enough, Mount Tai was together and raised his hand.

"Teacher Fan! We... let's change the table!"

“???”

After Taishan forced Fan Qingfeng away, Shana breathed.

She looked at the young man opposite who was picking noodles with angrily and cowardly.

Facing this person, don’t talk about the old thief of Mount Tai…

Even if the group boss comes... he can only change the table.

Just because he is the platinum among platinum, the genius among geniuses—

The white horse roars in the west wind.

He debuted at the age of 16, became famous at the age of 17, was a master at the age of 18, and was platinum at the age of 19.

This is all four or five years ago...

So far, he is only in his early twenties.

Shana let out a whole glass of juice on the spot before she took a breath and said reluctantly: "Baima... It's over... Why are you placing fire again..."

"It's fun." Baima smiled, "I just listened to it, and I felt it was not satisfying. I had to write this scene, which would be more satisfying, so I wanted to add a lot of fire and push the old guy upwards. Who knows, Firewood leaves whenever I say it."

"What are you looking for here?"

"I've been hit by this plot, so I should always try it." Baima turned around and asked with rapeseed, "By the way, who was the one who scolded the old guy just now?"

"Old guy..." Shana said, covering her forehead, "You don't know who you were squirting just now, right?"

"have no idea."

"Then say that I have written ten times more words and made a hundred times more money?"

"What are you afraid of? No one can be wrong when I say that." Baima laughed, "There are a few who can't be suppressed, but I happen to know them all. Did you think it's a coincidence?"

“…”

"So, who is the one who scolds the old guy?" Baima sucked in and asked, "I want to ask him for the afternoon class."

"He doesn't participate in the training, and is a newcomer who Anxi brought to give lectures alone."

"Then must be extraordinary?"

"What's so special...is...is there..." Shana spread her hands and said, "At 16 years old, she has been eunuchs 13 times, and each book has exceeded the level of signing."

"?!" Baima's hand froze, and the noodles in his mouth suddenly became less smooth. "I've only been 11 times? Why is he more than me?"

"...we... can we not compare this!"

"Let me tell me, what is his name?"

"Wild Dog."

"Wait..." Baima suddenly had a divine power, and almost lost his hand when he took out his phone. "Only the name of 'Big Neimai' is unwilling to let others go."

After a moment, he put down his cell phone and sucked the noodles back lightly.

"It's boring, I'm overthinking."

Shana frowned and asked, "I think the Wild Dog's book is OK, the settings and writing are very interesting."

"It's just for fun and fun." Baima raised his hand and waved it, "I don't want to chat anymore, you go there."

Shana was ferocious. Although she was angry, she still had to stand up: "...Although you are platinum, you must have the politeness you should have."

The white horse shrugged only, looking too lazy to take care of others.

"I can't do whatever I want like this. What else can that person fight for when he is alive?"

"...Okay, you won." Shana had no choice but to shake her head and leave.

...

When Shana found Taishan and Fan Qingfeng, Fan Qingfeng was talking about his father, Hong Jiang, and Mr. Hong.

The pseudonym, Hongjiang is the pseudonym.

Because many people probably don’t know the real name, Fan Qingfeng used a pseudonym to call his father when he was having a discussion. Over time, he also called his pseudonym on all occasions.

At this moment, it is probably about how low-key and humble Mr. Hong was in his lifetime. It was completely different from the young writers today, and his morality was declining.

After Shana sat down, she followed "Yes", "Yes", and "really a famous cultural family" and coaxed her for a long time before she found an opportunity to ask questions.

"By the way, Teacher Fan, are you sure you will be able to post a book on January 1? Generally, we have to update at least 4,000 words every day."

“4000???”

Fan Qingfeng had just gotten through some breath, and the shit in his stomach spread again.

"Oh, there is nothing we can do about this." Taishan scratched his head, "This is the most basic requirement for online readers for update speed. If you look around, everyone here can achieve this update volume, and those who work harder can reach 20,000 to 30,000."

"Thirty thousand? Can you read what you wrote?"

"It's inevitable that it's a bit rough." Taishan smiled silly, "but the quality of 4,000 is generally relatively guaranteed. Authors like the wild dog just now are basically stuck in this line."

Shana also nodded and said, "Of course, Teacher Fan's works must be carefully written and sentence-wise, and there is no need to force this update volume. It's just that the works that are updated too slowly will basically not buy them...so the grades will look more... more ordinary, and there will not be too many readers. In this way... I'm afraid, it will be difficult for the people to feel the power in your text..."

Taishan was shocked.
To be continued...