The next day, it was the Spring Festival. The Xiao Family gathered in Xiao Yunhai's villa, and it was very lively.
Especially when Xiao Shengli announced that he was going to have a grandson, the atmosphere was very lively.
Grandpa Xiao was so happy that he even sang a Peking opera in front of everyone.
On the first day of the Spring Festival, Xiao Yunhai did not follow Grandpa Xiao to the courtyard house. Instead, he was replaced by Xiao Yuanyang, who was going to take up his post in Shanshan Province.
Xiao Yunhai took advantage of his free time to bring Zhao Wanqing around the city to visit their relatives, teachers, and friends for the new year.
On the second day of the Spring Festival, Xiao Changfeng and his family of seven took a plane to visit Chen Jiahong.
Seeing his two cute grandchildren, Chen Jiahong was so happy that he could not close his mouth.
After staying at Grandpa's place for three to four days, the family flew back to Beijing.
On the seventh day of the Spring Festival, Xiao Yunhai wore a gray suit, a white shirt, and a blue tie around his neck. He arrived at the government hall with a serious expression.
As soon as he got out of the car, dozens of reporters surrounded him.
"Mr. Xiao, it's your first time attending a government meeting. How are you feeling?"
Xiao Yunhai smiled and said, "Happy, excited, proud. I can't explain it all in a short time."
In fact, what he said was just for show. His current mood was no different from usual.
In his previous life, Xiao Yunhai was very envious of the celebrities who were qualified to attend the meeting during the annual session of the National People's Congress. He always fantasized about when he would be able to attend and sit with the leaders.
After coming to this world, Xiao Yunhai had a family, wealth, status, and fame. Everything a successful man should have.
Finally, he could attend a government meeting. Xiao Yunhai found that he was surprisingly calm. There was not a single ripple in his heart, as if this matter was no longer important.
He talked and laughed in front of the reporters without any abnormalities.
"Mr. Xiao, as a representative of the business and literary world, what is the topic you want to talk about?"
Xiao Yunhai said, "Sorry, it's a secret for now. Alright, dear reporters, it's almost time. I don't want to be late for my first meeting. "
After that, Xiao Yunhai passed through the crowd of reporters and walked into the hall.
Behind him, an old man in his sixties sighed and said, "It's really the entertainment industry. Teacher Wang, we've been writing for our entire lives, but we can't even compare to the sales of a single Wuxia novel. Haha, is martial arts novels considered literature? I think it's a popular book at most. It's so sad. "
An old man of about the same age said, "That's right. The current state of the literary world was in a mess. It was time to rectify it. To tell you the truth, my proposal is about rectifying the atmosphere of the literary world. "
These two people's identities were not simple. They could be called Mt. Tai and Big Dipper in the literary circle.
The first to speak was Zhang Xuanlin, the president of the Literature Association who had just been appointed last year. He had loved Hua Xia literature since he was young and had written more than 100 essays, novels, plays, poems, and other works in the past 40 years. He was definitely a big shot in the literary world.
Accompanying him was another bigshot in the literary world. His name was Wang Huatao. He taught at Tsinghua University and was good at poems and novels. His status was in no way inferior to Zhang Xuanlin's.
With their status, even the leaders had to treat them with respect when they saw them.
Unfortunately, the two of them did not seem interested in Xiao Yunhai.
Xiao Yunhai was unaware of all of this. After entering the venue, he quickly found his seat in the last row of the literary world.
And Zhang Xuanlin and Wang Huatao, who came in later, sat in the first row.
When he walked to Xiao Yunhai's side, Zhang Xuanlin gave him a meaningful look.
Although Xiao Yunhai didn't know the old man, he still nodded politely at him.
After a while, a familiar voice sounded from behind him.
"Yunhai, you're quite early."
Xiao Yunhai turned his head and saw that it was Best Actor Wang Guoan. He hurriedly stood up and said with a smile, "Teacher Wang, long time no see. I came to visit you on the first day of the New Year. I didn't expect you to go out. "
Wang Guoan smiled and said, "I usually go out at 8: 30 and come back at 3 in the afternoon. It would be strange if you saw me. I heard that you just finished shooting a martial arts movie? Don't tell me your goal is 20 billion USD again. "
Xiao Yunhai smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher Wang, don't laugh. The reason why '2012' was able to achieve such a high box office was all because of the 3D special effects. "
Wang Guoan said, "I'm afraid it's not just '2012'. For example, 'The Mutant Doctor' and 'Captain America' both achieved more than 10 billion at the box office. Hehe, you've really used the benefits of 3D special effects to the extreme. It's a pity that these two movies are too commercial and can't compare to '2012'. "
Xiao Yunhai smiled and said, "Marvel's superheroes are all commercial movies. No one can change that. It's the same for 'X-Men' and 'Iron Man'. "
Wang Guoan nodded and said, "Your Marvel's fame has been completely established. Five consecutive movies have dominated the top five in the world's box office. It's a miracle in the movie history. "
At this moment, Chen Qingqing walked over and said, "Teacher Wang, what miracle are you talking about?"
Xiao Yunhai quickly greeted him.
Wang Guoan told him about Marvel Comics' achievement of dominating the top five in the world's box office. Chen Qingqing nodded and said, "It's indeed a miracle. Yunhai, even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined that you would be able to reach this point in just three or four short years. "
Xiao Yunhai quickly begged for mercy and said, "Teachers, please don't praise me anymore. I'm going to blush if you keep praising me. "
Wang Guoan smiled and said, "Don't give me that. I often heard from Wan Qing that your skin is thicker than the city walls. If a few words of praise can make you blush, then the sun will rise from the west. "
The three of them chatted for a while. Seeing that it was almost time for the meeting, they all returned to their seats.
At nine o 'clock sharp, accompanied by the majestic sound of music, several leaders walked in from outside the door.
All the members present at the meeting stood up and clapped their hands to welcome them.
The national flag was raised, the national anthem was played, and the meeting began.
As the second-in-command in charge of the country's economic work, Xiao Chongyang gave an hour-long government work report at the meeting, comprehensively describing the country's achievements and problems in the economic development this year.
Other than Xiao Chongyang, the other leaders also gave their speeches one after another.
A day passed just like that.
This was still a concise speech. If it was really a long speech, it would probably take more than three days to finish. After all, the country was too big and there were too many things to do. They could only pick the main points.
The next day, the meeting was divided into groups for discussion. Xiao Yunhai's 60-odd representatives from the literary world were led by a staff member to a large conference room.
The person presiding over the meeting was a government official. After some opening remarks, it was time for free speech.
Xiao Yunhai was the youngest among these people. He wanted to keep a low profile, but things often did not go as one wished.
The president of the Literature Association, Zhang Xuanlin, was the first to speak. In the first five minutes, he only talked about some of the bad habits of the literary world. It was considered a platitude.
But all of a sudden, his words took a sharp turn, and the spearhead pointed directly at Xiao Yunhai.
"To write a truly excellent literary work, we literary creators need to go through continuous learning and accumulation, extracting nutrients from life, and then condensing them into our own words. However, some of the novels popular on the Internet now are about fast food culture. They are not readable at all. Not only are they not conveying the idea, but they often have wrong words. Some amazing authors can even write forty thousand words a day. I just want to ask, are such novels readable? "
"Some of us here are leaders of the fast food culture. We once used more than two years to write five wuxia novels, as high as four million words, and the sales exceeded two hundred million. In other words, two hundred million people have read these wuxia novels. Just thinking about it is terrifying. "
"What are wuxia novels? These are the dregs of the literary world. They are full of swords, plots, and bloody violence. Works like these will have a great negative impact on society. I suggest that all the fast food literature and wuxia novels on the Internet be banned from publishing, so as to not poison the Hua Xia's teenagers. "
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