48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng originally thought that he would be surrounded by people when he entered the house, but he didn't expect that apart from a few people who noticed him right by the door, the rest of the people were basically unresponsive and still doing their own thing.

The debate in the room has entered the white-hot stage, Zhang Heng has recognized a certain fantasy bestselling female author who spoke before, but her opponent, a red-necked and hyper-looking man who was giving advice Zhang Heng did not know his origin, just look at his outfit should be a poet active in the seventeenth or eighteenth century, novelist.

In addition, a man with a beard and a big back also joined the argument, he also stood opposite the bestselling female author, "I read your novel, ma'am, with all due respect, after reading only three chapters I can't read any more, I believe that no matter what kind of creation should be based on one's own life experience, because only the truth can move people, before I wrote Moby Dick in Four years at sea as a seaman, and with a whaling ship.

"I watched the strong men who made a living at sea, how they overcame their fate and weathered the storms, and that's when I made up my mind to write a book about them, but," the bearded man's voice trailed off, "the book had a lukewarm response at the time, and I guess no matter what the In what age do people love to read popular stories that are odd and have little substance."

"My story also stems from my own life, I merely put a veneer of magic over it, and I'm sure Mr. Gandalf would agree with me." The woman turned her attention to a slender, gray-haired old man in search of an ally.

And the latter, true to his word, spoke up, "Fantasy is a literary genre that also hides the true emotions of its creator behind stories that begin to be absurd." As if thinking of something, he sighed and poured himself another glass of red wine.

"But still, it's more entertainment than artistic value." Another voice spoke up, a Jewish-looking man with large eyes and a high nose, deep sockets and slender ears that made him look a bit like a vampire, "I couldn't care less about the readability of the article, because my work is first and foremost meant to allow me to explore the value and meaning of life for myself, and what does it matter to me if other people can read it or not?

"My initiation teacher always told me that storytelling should have a beginning and an end, a time and a place, and clear values, but let's be honest, I don't give a damn about that kind of stuff, and I agree with the reasonable use of cross-dressing and absurd writing, but that kind of stuff isn't meant for the general public Italian silver."

"That sounds overly arrogant." The woman frowned.

"But genius is inherently arrogant." The Jewish man spread his hands.

While the crowd was arguing, someone finally noticed Zhang Heng who had just walked in and called out, "Great, there's a fresh face here, probably a newcomer to the salon not long ago, we should ask him what he thinks."

"Be my guest, I don't care anyway." An American man who had nestled his body on the couch and was swallowing clouds while hugging a girl dressed like a hippie yawned.

But there were still many people other than him waiting for Zhang Heng's answer.

Even though he knew that his words would definitely draw a lot of snickers and even displeasure once he said them, Zhang Heng still didn't hesitate much as he had already thought of the answer to this question before he even entered the copy, "I want to write a book that everyone likes to read and that can become popular quickly."

"Boring!"

"The boy's gone astray!"

"That's too polite a statement, I should say it's hopelessly wrong."

"Another piece of shit! Whoever invited them, the current newcomers are too utilitarian." Some people immediately shook their heads at the news, looking as if they were pained that Zhang Heng had done something treacherous.

But in contrast, there were also some people who looked at Zhang Heng favorably.

"Well said."

"I think this young man's wish is good, and no one ever said that popularity is all wrong. Don't forget that even if you guys are tough-mouthed, your works became popular after you died."

"............"

Zhang Heng was mentally prepared for this, if placed in a traditional game, this would probably be a line-up selection event, after establishing a line-up, people in the same line-up would increase their goodwill towards you, and conversely, the goodwill of people in opposing camps would drop wildly.

Of course, there are some players who want to mix both sides, and when they encounter this situation they can play a trick and ride down the wall, operating well both sides of the goodwill can not rise or fall.

But it wasn't necessary for Zhang Heng, because he wasn't lying, and what he had said before was what he really meant.

"If you want to discuss the novel's knack for popularity, you can come see me, I live in room 207." The fantasy bestselling female author said enthusiastically, and after a pause she said mysteriously, "Do you have time tomorrow morning, I can also introduce you to someone who is the greatest writer in the history of mankind, who is known to no one, and who created plays that were household names until hundreds of years later, and whose stories are featured in every novel we write. "

Although Professor McGrath did not name the man, Zhang Heng already knew who she was talking about.

--William Shakespeare, although it had always been said that there was no first and no second in literature, Shakespeare could indeed be called the most influential author of all time.

It would definitely be beneficial to hear Shakespeare himself explain the method of writing novels, even though Shakespeare created those plays based on the market environment and audience preferences of the time, the method was actually common, and Shakespeare's plays had endured through the centuries, which was probably the true popularity.

And just as Zhang Heng was about to sit down and talk to the fantasy bestselling female author, the hall that had been in chaos suddenly quieted down.

The eyes of the crowd then gradually gathered by the fireplace, where the firewood was somehow burning and cracking.

And then Zhang Heng noticed a touch of excitement on the face of the fantasy bestselling female author, who sat up straight and rushed at Zhang Heng, "Here we go, it's about to start."

"What's starting?"

"A monthly salon storytime." The fantasy bestselling female author winked, "The winner gets to meet the owner of this room, have dinner with him, and then ...... gets to leave the room."

"Get out of here?"

"Of course, while it's a great place to eat and drink and meet a lot of masters, both living and dead, and get together and talk loudly, well, of course, there are times when we spray each other together like we just did, after all, every author has something to offer and stick to, and if it's so easy to be persuaded by others, then we don't need to be in this business, but then You get tired of living in nice places for a long time."

The fantasy bestselling female author seemed to have thought of something here, "Right, how's your writing level, although it's hard to have an evaluation standard for this kind of thing, but the owner here, still managed to give everyone a grade, my words are probably between lv2 and lv3, how about you."

Zhang Heng looked at his character panel, the writing skill item there was still lv0 right now.

"Looks like I'm going to be here for a while." Zhang Heng said.