Fei Luo Yanghua: "I was wrong. Last month, I said that the writing styles of elementary school students written by the Dragon Clan are not as good as those of them."

Liu Daxin was choked and couldn't say a word. He just went to check it out and didn't have any of these people with low education.

I wanted to mock Fang Jing for a few words, but I didn't expect to be slapped in the face.

The world has changed. Is it so awesome to write online novels? Why not do it with this education? Do you have to write novels?

Fang Jing continued: "In fact, there are many great masters who graduated from prestigious universities. Some of them are doctors, nurses, teachers, professors, police lawyers, housewives and students.

Most online novel authors are not profitable. They just want to have fun, and online writers are not as unbearable as you said.”

"Some people yearn for riding the sword and riding the wind to eliminate demons in the world, some people yearn for the pleasure of severing grudges, they are wearing white horses in green shirts, and some people yearn for the returnees in black hair, and they are waiting for the turbid wine to comfort the wind and dust."

"But these are impossible to achieve in real life, so they wrote it out with a pen, and this is the online article."

"There is no distinction between online literature and real literature, and the people of Xiaoliba. Online literature is full of fun and pass the time. Traditional literature can think about life, understand the truth, but does not conflict."

"Today, online literature has been developing for more than ten years. Existence is reasonable. If the world can tolerate it, you cannot tolerate it!"

Everyone in the world can tolerate it, but you can't! This sentence hit Liu Daxin in the chest like a heavy punch, and he couldn't breathe.

Before, he had always stood at the moral high ground, and kept silent for the people and the younger generation, but Fang Jing unveiled the veil and exposed the other side of him.

"The clown jumping, I have long wanted to squirt. Such people are really wasting air while living and wasteing land while dead."

Nanpai Sanshu: "I have reported it to the Writers Association, and we all work together!"

Fenghuo: "I have reported it to the Writers Association, and we all work together."

Phalaenopsis: We have reported to the Writers Association, and we will work together to fight for the duck!"

Fengling: "Do you still have sympathy and humanity? I won't say it anymore, I'll report it."

"Dear everyone, wait for me, I'll go too..."

Liu Daxin is not just Fang Jing, but the entire online literature industry. According to incomplete statistics, there are now seven million online literature authors, and he offended seven million people by saying that he would offend seven million people.

The next day, the staff on the official website of the Writers Association went to work, but the website almost couldn't be opened and cursed in a low voice, "Is this a poisoned film?"

"No, it's also a computer poisoning. What's the matter with the website? Was it hacked?"

After working hard for half an hour, I finally got on board. It turned out that the server was paralyzed for a short time.

"Wow!!"

As soon as I got on, the box and message board were all 99 little red dots. I pulled the mouse down and didn't finish it for five minutes. I don't know how many of them were.

All of them were complaining about Liu Daxin, and some were not complaining about it. They left a message saying that they had a deep stomp on their feelings.

I was sweating profusely, and the staff did not delay and called the director immediately.

He cursed in his heart that Liu Daxin, who said he had offended many people, has said few million of these complaints based on his experience.

Millions of people complained to a writer that this kind of thing has not happened in many years.

"Bang!"

At the meeting, the vice chairman of the Writers Association had a cold face. He was so angry that he slapped the table and shouted loudly: "Who recommended this Liu Daxin? Exit the list, remove it immediately!"

"Fang Jing is an excellent young man and a philanthropist. Can he slander such a person casually? Does he have any literary character?"

Below, a thin man in his thirties pushed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Old Cheng, this Liu Daxin has been complained not once or twice, and he should have been removed from the list long ago."

"This person is a shameless and despicable villain. He often abuses the Internet under the banner of the Writers Association and attracts us all."

After saying that, he glanced at the old man at the end of the conference table. Liu Daxin either confronted this star or that star. His fans were not vegetarians and had reported it long ago.

It’s just that there is someone behind Liu Daxin. He gave a few verbal warnings before, and it doesn’t hurt or itchy.

This offends Fang Jing as if he kicks the steel plate. He just finished counting and reported it for more than 8 million yuan. Even if the gods come, they can't save him.

"Old Cheng, you can't do things so absolutely." The old man at the tail end of the table took a sip and said, "There are many celebrities, but when will it be the writers' association?"

"What happened today is obviously Fang Jing deliberately inciting fans to make trouble. If we surrender, what should we do next time?"

"When Fang Jing wants to let anyone leave, let him leave. Is there any need for the Writers Association to exist?"

During the words, the old man did not mention that Liu Daxin had any mistakes first, so he avoided the important things and pushed the whole pot on Fang Jing's head.

"Old Xu, this is a completely different thing." The man who had just spoken stood up and angrily retorted: "Who did Liu Daxin blame himself for making people angry? He has made our Writers Association famous all the time."

"I have checked his information. After graduating from high school, I published novels at my own expense. I don't have any literary level at all, and I don't know how I got it."

"Don't let these rat shit break the soup, do you think?"

"Yang Letian, who are you talking about?" When he slapped the table, the cigarette in Old Man Xu's mouth shook, and the ashes fell to the ground.

"Whoever says it is clear to me." Yang Letian raised his head and mocked him.

Liu Daxin and Xu Zhiyuan are master-apprentice relationships, and many people know about it. Relying on their age, Xu Zhiyuan has protected Liu Daxin several times.

What he was most disgraceful was that men could not help but walk through the back door. In the past, the Writers Association was a holy land, but now it is in chaos and all kinds of monsters and monsters are recruiting in.

"Little rabbit, your teacher is respectful when he sees me. Who are you? How old are you? You dare to point fingers at me? When I published the book, you were still wearing open-crotch pants."

Seeing that Xu Zhiyuan was about to rush up to hit someone, the person beside him hurriedly pulled him. This old bone was not Yang Letian's opponent, so don't lie down before he even hit him.

"Enough, do you still take me seriously?" He slapped the table and Cheng Qiuyan, vice chairman of the Writers Association, glared at him, "This matter must be explained to the masses, Liu Daxin fired! I said."

Xu Zhiyuan sat on the chair, feeling weak all over. Now Liu Daxin was finished and was fired by the Writers Association. It was almost impossible to come in in the future.

Not only that, it is not enough to engage in literature.

No publishing society cooperates with a person who was expelled from the Writers Association. This is similar to being expelled from a student, and it is already a very important thing.

Not only has no one withdrawn from the Writers Association in recent years, but those who have basically voluntarily withdrawn are different from expelling.

If you remove the list, you will have to go to the publication column, which will become a laughing stock in the entire writers' world.

"Lao Cheng Yingming." Yang Letian clapped his hands and grinned.

"In addition, I will announce another thing, inviting Fang Jing to join our Writers Association. What do you think?"

"I don't agree!" Xu Zhiyuan shouted, "It's a joke for those who graduated from junior high school to join the Writers Association, and he has no works."

What a joke? He just got his student away, but now he is going to get his enemy in.
Chapter completed!