C254 Playing Mystery
C254 Playing Mystery
It was because their money was very low and their taxes were outrageously high. They simply didn't have the money to host this gathering … It was very reasonable.
If it weren't for the fact that they were here to receive the Nobel Peace Prize visiting group, the Writers' Association wouldn't have spent this money to make them compete blindly here.
The next day he slept for another day and went to attend the annual party at night.
The main hall of the party was bustling with activity, about two hundred people.
At the beginning, Ye Mo didn't think that the lobby of this hotel was that big. However, after he entered, he found that it was ridiculously big, almost comparable to a football field.
There were also many pictures of great gods at the door. There were also photos of the host and award stars that had been invited, indicating that the atmosphere of this gathering was very high.
There was a four-meter-wide corridor between here and the traditional writer's hall. The door faced the door, and both sides were open. They could hear each other clearly.
Their hall was also about the size of a football field, but there were only a dozen or so writers.
Adding the people from the visiting group with the reward and the《 Huamin Daily》, there were less than twenty people in the group and less than thirty people in the group.
However, he had also invited a celebrity as a host, and it turned out to be Song Zhe!
According to the meaning of the traditional author, this was to entertain foreign friends. Of course, one had to show their respect for them, so they chose such a large hall to let their foreign friends go back, not to mention being too stingy, they could also improve their image.
"This bunch of grandsons will waste these useless things."
Ye Mo shook his head and suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the web novel area was getting better.
So he changed his mind and turned to the traditional writers.
"I'm here, this side of the door. Where am I sitting in such a big place?"
Ye Mo called Liusu.
"I see you. Is that you wearing a mask?"
"It's me!"
"Okay, wait a moment."
Not long later, a tall beauty walked towards Ye Mo.
"You are the great devil of the city?"
"Yes, you're Liusu?"
Liusu smiled and nodded.
"I didn't expect you to be such a beauty."
"Thank you for your praise, why are you wearing a mask?
Looking at your forehead and the shape of your face, you should be very handsome.
"No, I just don't want others to see my appearance. There are other reasons as well. Didn't you already see my profile picture when I signed the contract? That's actually the case."
Liusu curled her lips, "I didn't even notice, but it's fine if you don't want to take it off, it's nothing."
Liusu obviously wouldn't force Ye Mo to take off his mask, but it was a pity that she couldn't see Ye Mo's expression.
"Come this way, please! I'll take you to find a seat. "
Liusu took Ye Mo's hand and walked forward like a sister holding her brother.
As the two walked over, some male authors with weird looks looked over and asked, "Sister Liusu, who is this God again?"
"He's even wearing a mask, is he trying to play Mystic One?"
"I'm also going to wear a mask. Why don't you come over and hold her small hand?"
With a smile, Liusu waved at them and said, "He is this year's Rookie King."
After they had left, the authors harrumphed, "He's the one who wrote 'Fighting against Heaven to Break Heaven'?"
"Does he think that he's a big star and is wearing a face mask because he's afraid of being recognized by the fans?"
"Do you think you're as famous as Mo Ye? And I'll wear it like he did. "
"Just you wait. When my 'Back to shoulder Width' gets onto the shelf, my subscription will definitely surpass his."
Ye Mo followed Liusu to the front row.
The writers who had already been sitting there were enjoying the pre-dance performance on the stage, while looking around to see if there was any beautiful woman writer or editor.
Seeing that Liusu, whom they revered as their goddess, was holding onto a masked man, he immediately felt as if he had an Amazon forest on his head.
"Sis Su, this isn't right. I didn't see you bringing me here when I came." A fat middle-aged man with glasses mocked.
"That's right, who is this person?" Is it higher than our Five-White Subscriptions? " Another man with eyes said.
"You kids already have three or four girlfriends, and you're still jealous of me?" Su Bai glanced at them.
"You have hurt my heart. Hurry up and give me a recommendation to pacify my grief."
"Put him here, we'll help you check."
"He was sitting here.
"Come, this is your seat. Take a seat for a while, I have other things to do."
Liusu pulled out a chair for Ye Mo to sit on and left.
On the table, there was a sign that read "City Devil". Whitey Two saw the guy that created the subscription myth and was actually so young. How much experience did he need to have to have this to be able to do it?
They all sucked in a breath of cold air.
"So you're the one who exploded with three hundred thousand gold coins?"
"No wonder Sister Su wants to hold your hand. With your hand speed, which girl doesn't like you?"
"Hur hur, actually, I finished my book in advance."
"Then you must have had a lot of experience. Very few people could get promoted to the Rookie King in the second half of the year."
"However, I still need to work harder. I need more words. Don't keep making things look so scary, like it won't even leave a trace, or even look bitter. I've used them all up."
"That's right, that's right. We have already written for more than ten years and have guided many newcomers. Those who were obedient have all made excellent contributions, and those who have their own ideas have all changed to something else."
"Yes, I will."
Ye Mo was a bit speechless. Although his actions were good, but he didn't need to start his education work as soon as he saw her, right?
"Hey, what did that guy come here for?"
The fat middle-aged man suddenly looked towards the door and said.
Everyone followed him and saw an old man walk in from the door. There were a few reporters with him and two men who were trying to support the old man. One of them, Guo Ming, expressed his concern about the old man.
As the three of them walked in, they seemed to be floating, like the leaders of an inspection mission to the countryside.
Soon, everyone noticed them, and many of the discussions quickly came to a halt.
"Who is he?" Ye Mo asked.
The fat middle-aged man said, "You don't even know this? "He's still too young. This old guy writes poetry and prose, yet he's so mechanical. I wonder what the hell he's doing here?"
"Oh!"
Ye Mo, like everyone else, looked at those people.
The person in charge of the annual party immediately ran over to welcome them. It was not as if everyone would start a war of words when they saw each other on the internet. No matter what, he was an old writer, so he still had to show some respect.
But the mechanic pushed the manager's hand away and motioned for the receiver to be given to him.
Everyone knew that he had come with ill intentions, but the manager still called for a microphone, and the singing and dancing performance onstage had just ended.
Qi Jian tested the power of the microphone and said, "What are you doing?"