Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 235 Talented Duan Youcai
For two hours, no one interrupted her, and no one sneaked out. Of course, the classroom was full, and the main reason was that she couldn't get out...

In general, she came to school for three weeks, a total of 21 days, and she successfully completed the first step of the plan.

After class, she took a shower and had dinner in the dormitory. Originally, she planned to go to Fifth Sword to talk about the inclusion of ancient poems in primary and middle school Chinese textbooks. Who knew that the phone could not be reached, but there was no one at his house. After a long time, at the Academic Affairs Office, she finally found out...

The Fifth Sword has already been called to a meeting by the Bureau of Culture and Education, and after inquiring from her side, the Bureau of Culture and Education, which has not moved for a long time, may have to adjust a small part of the Chinese textbooks of a certain stage this time...

When she heard the news, how could she sit still, and drove straight to the Bureau of Culture and Education...

When she arrived at the gate of the Bureau of Culture and Education, the guard wouldn't let her in at all. Just as she was about to say that she was looking for someone, she heard an uncle next to him, whose hair hadn't been washed for a year, nodded and bowed his head and yelled at the guard with a dry smile. road.

"Uh...haha, comrade, let me find Teacher Zhang from the Bureau of Culture and Education, oh, he is a professor from Tsinghua University..."

At this time, I heard the doorman wave his hands impatiently while sipping tea while holding a tea mug.

"Go, go, go back wherever you came from, you can't even find your second uncle. During the compilation of textbooks, no one is allowed to enter!"

The uncle was very angry, but he was not easy to attack. He snorted with his face flushed and turned around to leave. Bai Feng was dumbfounded, probably because Bai Feng looked at him a little unnaturally. He turned his head around and hummed.

"What are you looking at? What's there to see?"

After humming, he walked quickly, turned around and entered a 'Tianhong Hotel' next to him, where no one was there.

Before he could move his eyes away, he saw that the uncle was pushed out by a fat woman. The two seemed to have a quarrel at the door, and there were quite a few people around him.

Out of curiosity, she ran over in three steps at a time, and heard the blushing uncle argue with the fat woman.

"In broad daylight, what kind of arrogance is it, you, you, you... how can you look down on me so much..."

The fat woman pouted and sneered.

"Damn, I still look down on you, you don't have money, why don't you stay in a hotel, there are bridge holes next to it, my house is not a charity hall, I don't care if you are a poet or a writer, I will recognize RMB!"

The uncle was speechless after being scolded, and his whole body trembled a little, but if a person has no money, he has no confidence, so he finally managed to sigh, and shook his head with a self-deprecating wry smile.

"Alas... I have been working hard for more than ten years. No matter how good my articles are, no one will recognize them. It is in vain, in vain... Forget it, I will go to the bridge hole, and when my works are printed in Chinese textbooks, I'm afraid your baby will have to recite it..."

As he said that, he turned his head and was about to leave. Bai Feng looked at the bridge hole, the place was already full of people, not all of them were beggars, and he was even more puzzled at the moment, so he took out three hundred yuan bills and handed them to the fat woman.

"Boss, I paid the money for uncle, please open another room for me..."

As soon as the fat woman received the money, her face became kind immediately, she smiled and said nothing, and went in to open a room.

"Thank you...thank you, girl, you are such a good person..."

"Hehe, uncle, you are too polite, not to mention... it doesn't have much money..."

Bai Feng said a few words politely, and took two keys with the uncle...

Yes, it's really the key, not the room card. Bai Feng frowned as soon as he went upstairs. The lights on the entire second floor were dim, and the corridor was full of water stains that hadn't been dried for many days. It was damp and smelly. The most popular half-cut light yellow curtains in the 80s and [-]s are hung on the doors of each room...

I opened the uncle's room while pinching my nose, and I was dumbfounded when I saw it. This house is really worthy of the price of 50 yuan a day. The whole room is just a wooden bed and a yellow quilt, and after that, all of them are faded. It became a half white and half red plastic thermos bottle...

The uncle didn't care, he sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, took out a cheap cigarette, lit it, took a leisurely puff, and then carefully placed the canvas bag he was carrying with him on the other side of the bed...

"Hey, girl, today is thanks to you, otherwise your uncle would have been frozen to death outside. Uncle is from the countryside. I don't know that the accommodation in Shangjing is so expensive. It costs 50 yuan a day..."

50 yuan...More expensive...

Bai Feng said a few embarrassing words, and raised his own doubts, and the uncle sighed again.

"Hey, girl, you're good to uncle, so uncle won't hide it from you. To be honest, it's embarrassing to say this... My name is Duan Youcai, and I'm a writer..."

"Ah? Uncle Duan...you're still a writer..."

Bai Feng looked the little old man up and down in astonishment, but she really didn't see it, Duan Youcai nodded heavily, and took a puff hard, sucking half of the cigarette, leaving only the filter tip, and spit out a large puff of white cigarette. Smoke, then nodded heavily and sighed.

"Hey, what's so great about being a writer... Those who were lying under the bridge just now are all writers. I still know many of them, and some of them have published books, but what's the point? The most worthless people these days are writers... ..."

Baifeng's mouth was opened into an O shape.

"No way, uncle, aren't many writers rich now? Writers who have published books can sell a lot of money for copyright alone, right?"

"Hey, you don't know this if you don't get into this school. There are people like you said, but China is so big, how many writers have made a fortune? Among the 100 million writers, the ones who make money are less than a drop in the bucket, and they can support their fingers It can be counted, the rest are those who eat soil in summer and snow in winter, like me..."

"No way, uncle, this... No matter how bad it is, I will give some money to some magazines..."

"Hehe, girl, what you're talking about is the old calendar, and now the literary world has changed..."

"changed?"

Uncle Duan sighed faintly.

"I don't know when it started. The world seems to have changed suddenly. The publishers and magazines we used to ask for manuscripts no longer contact us. They start to switch to new literature. They want whatever attracts attention. What kind of dog-blood love, ethics and morals, little three and little four... In their eyes, that is the best..."

Bai Feng smiled wryly.

"Hehe, this can also be regarded as the impact of the market economy..."

Uncle Duan nodded, as a tacit consent.

"You're right, this kind of thing is written quickly, and readers like to read it. On the contrary, we wrote it after ten years of hard work, but found that it was out of touch with society. It doesn't matter. The important thing is that we wasted a year Years, two years, or even ten years of time and youth, in the end you can't get a dime.

Some people who refused to admit defeat published it at their own expense, and ended up losing even more. The books could not be sold, and the more they piled up at home, the more angry they became, and they simply sold them to the junk collectors...

Even so, if we are asked to write about little threes and fours, and about bloody love, no one is willing to write about it, and we can’t write about it, so the more we mess around, the worse we become..."

(End of this chapter)