Rebirth of the loss to become a billionaire

Zhang Tianyi didn't believe it, just a group of literary bigwigs came to him just to get to know him briefly.

Suddenly he became vigilant.

Wouldn't it be necessary to give him any problems again, let him be on a show or make a movie?

"Teacher Zhang, don't worry, it is a good thing for you, haha,"

Xia Mian naturally saw the worry between Zhang Tianyi's eyebrows and said, taking out a copybook from a rectangular box.

Unfolding it is not other content, but the song "Jiang Jinjiu" written by Zhang Tianyi.

"The old man wrote that he will enter the wine, what do you think?"

This character is elegant and unrestrained.

But Zhang Tianyi didn't learn calligraphy too deeply, and he was sweating coldly.

If the other party didn't say that it was "Jinjiu", he thought it was "Duck Intestines".

How do you make him think?

The most answer is to stand and watch.

But facing a group of great writers, Zhang Tianyi's mouth couldn't be shaken.

Blew a wave of flattery cooperatively.

Liu Bei's trilogy.

The tiger's body shook, his eyes widened in vain, tears faintly shed, and he trembled.

"Okay... the word! This word is so well written, heroic and free and easy, and it perfectly shows the style of this poem."

"Haha, I knew that Teacher Zhang is a person of good taste and would definitely like it." Xia Mian laughed loudly, "This character was written by the famous calligrapher Yan Lao from the Magic Capital. The calligraphy and painting cost us 800,000 yuan, and the money is collected by all of us, and it is considered as a meeting gift for you."

"..." Zhang Tianyi.

Eight hundred thousand?!

A word?

I rely on!

Just a few words is 800,000, you might as well give him the money directly, he is happier.

As the saying goes, don't hit the giver when you reach out.

He forced a smile and took the calligraphy and painting away.

"Thank you, everyone."

"Teacher Zhang, your song will enter the wine is really great. I read it silently ten times on the way here, and each time I have a new understanding, I can ask, under what circumstances did you write this The poem?"

Zhang Tianyi knows!

I thought it was an endorsement, but you never heard the full version of this poem.

I am also very helpless.

Only one reason can be compiled on site.

"Actually, this word was not improvised, but the word of a song I came up with recently."

The literary people nodded deeply.

They also know.

How could such a good poem be improvised?

To be able to make a masterpiece such as Jiangjinjiu must have experienced countless misfortunes and hardships. Ideals and reality have severely conflicted. When melancholy and unable to vent, I took advantage of the wine and made this poem to express my heart. Injustice.

It can't be done overnight.

At this time, a professor of ancient music walked out with him.

"Ms. Zhang, since this is a song, did you help him make a song? If not, maybe I can help you. I have a lot of research on classical music.

The two of us can communicate more, and the exchange may give you a lot of inspiration."

It is quite researched, but it is just a modest statement.

In fact, his research on ancient music is one of the best in the magic city.

He really likes this song will enter the wine very much, if he can match a soundtrack to him, he really will die without regret.

That kind of hot eyes made Zhang Tianyi shudder all over.

communicate with?

There are billions of fears.

Zhang Tianyi's mouth twitched unnaturally.

"Sorry, I plan to use a modern soundtrack for this poem and make it into a fast-paced short song."

"In other words, is this song complete?"

"Yeah, the song already exists, it's a complete song."

"It's a pity, I thought we could work together."

The man sighed regretfully.

"Don't talk about that, do the important things first, okay?"

Xia Mian urged.

"Yes, do important things."

The others nodded.

Zhang Tianyi suddenly became vigilant, and it seemed that the other party was not simply giving him gifts.

He just said that he gave him 800,000 calligraphy and painting.

There must be a problem.

"Teacher Zhang, we want to invite you to join the Magic Capital Writers Association."

"No, I don't have the ability to help... what? Association?"

Zhang Tian was stunned, and he was a little confused.

Xia Mian took out another document.

"Madu Writers Association, we have brought all the certificates."

Zhang Tianyi received the certificate. At the same time, it was accompanied by some regulations of the association, which briefly introduced some of the benefits of joining the association.

For example, when publishing, the association can help you review the contract for free, and when there is a copyright problem, everyone can work together to help you regain the benefits.

You can also live in the association’s house at a cheap price, etc...

Looking at the welfare, it seems good.

I agreed without much thought.

"Teacher Zhang, according to the usual practice, everyone who joins our Authors Association must write a famous quote. It can be a life motto or an understanding of literature, which is hung in the association together."

"By the way, Teacher Zhang, you have also been awarded the title of national professor. This sentence will also be a reflection of the title. It is best to be cautious, and it is not too late to tell us when you think about it."

Where does Zhang Tianyi spend time to contact him, and just keep the benefits in his hands.

Isn't it just a testimonial?

It's very simple.

Copy it and it's over.

"I thought about it. Give me a pen."

The person next to him quickly handed a pen.

Brushed.

Write the next sentence and fill in your name.

Everyone in the association frowned, and some even shook their heads slightly.

Talent is not fake, but it is too young and energetic.

Xia Mian had already said it very clearly, that was a very important motto, and he was not in a hurry, but forcibly tried to show off his talents. In less than a minute, he could think of anything.

Zhang Tianyi didn't care about that much. He took the opportunity to pass it, and people sneaked away.

Everyone immediately looked around.

It says.

"Literature is useless compared to science, but the greatest use of literature may be because it is useless."

After Xia Gong and other writers finished reading, their eyes were dull, and people were directly confused.

The guests and the directors took a glance, and they were also dumbfounded.

What do you mean?

The greatest use of literature is its uselessness?

Is that useful?

It's too inexplicable, and the logic doesn't make sense.

After a long time, Xia Mian came back to his senses, patted her thigh, and sighed loudly.

"Okay! That's great! The greatest use of literature may be because it is useless!"

Several writers next to each other glanced at each other, and still saw the same awkwardness in each other's eyes.

Suddenly he said with dissatisfaction, "Lao Xia, although I know you like him will drink, but it's not good to be embarrassed."

"Who said I was embarrassed, it's just that you can't comprehend it."

Xia Mian blew his beard with anger.

"You guys, always staring at the second half sentence, why don't you think about it, linking the first half sentence?"