Chapter 98 Under One Person

When Chu Ze returned to the hotel, Chu Wanqing was already getting impatient staying in the room, but she was unfamiliar with the place and didn't dare to sneak out to play by herself. When she saw Chu Ze coming back, she couldn't help but complain:

"What took you so long to come back?"

"We talked for quite a long time." Chu Ze explained.

"I'm starving. Take me out for something delicious." Chu Wanqing jumped up from the bed.

"Don't you have a backpack full of snacks?"

“How can I eat Shanghai’s delicious food if I’m full of snacks?” Chu Wanqing said as a matter of course.

You are such a clever little kid.

"If you used your intelligence on studying, you would have been admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University in the morning." Chu Ze pointed at her.

So he took Chu Wanqing to Shanghai for a night of eating, drinking and having fun. The next day, at five o'clock in the afternoon, two hours before the Qidian Party started, the staff took Chu Ze and the others to the Shanghai Cultural Center, which was the venue for this year's Qidian Annual Meeting.

This time, Qidian’s annual meeting was held in cooperation with a local TV station in Shanghai and the entire event was broadcast live. As Chu Ze was a guest who needed to go on stage to receive the award, he naturally needed to put on makeup and dress up.

After walking out of the dressing room backstage, Chu Wanqing looked at Chu Ze's exquisite 3:7 hairstyle and black suit, and commented:

"Not bad, you look like a human being!"

If you don’t know how to praise others, it is recommended not to praise them.

Unable to get any positive comments from Chu Wanqing, Chu Ze took out his cell phone, took a selfie, and sent it to the 604 dormitory group.

The post was accompanied by the text: "How did you know I was attending Qidian's annual meeting?"

Yu Yang:"?"

Lu Zihao: "Who asked you?"

Cheng Ran: "Who is this show-off?"

Chu Ze: "It's me, your father!"

Lu Zihao: "Why are you dressing up so well? Are you trying to take this opportunity to flirt with some female author?"

Chu Ze: "Haha, I'll go on stage to receive the award later."

Cheng Ran: "What award? The shortest and most incompetent novel award?"

Chu Ze: "..."

you scold again?
Chu Ze was very unhappy that no one appreciated his handsome look. After thinking about it, he sent the selfie to Xia Anruo.

Chu Ze: "Is he handsome?"

Xia Anruo: "Ugly."

Chu Ze: "Haha, women are hypocritical."

Xia Anruo: "Haha, men are narcissistic."

Chu Ze said that they were just jealous of my beauty and could not destroy my Taoist heart at all.

……

Half an hour before the party started, Chu Ze came to his seat under the guidance of the staff.

The seat Chu Ze was assigned was naturally in the area that Qidian had already planned for the invited writers, and Chu Wanqing could only go to the audience seats and definitely could not sit with Chu Ze.

Chu Ze sat down alone after watching Chu Wanqing being led to the audience seats with a pouty look on her face and a bit disappointed because she couldn't sit in the front row.

He observed that the seats in the front and back rows should be for the authors, and many authors began to come in and take their seats around them.

I saw many authors greeting and chatting with each other as soon as they arrived. They seemed to know each other very well. I guess they are all old members of Qiidian. They should be veteran authors who have participated in several annual meetings.

Chu Ze is not very familiar with the great authors who are the starting point of this world. If they were the great authors like Red-haired Squid in his previous life, he would have definitely run over to get to know them.

But now these great gods... he can only say: "I'm not familiar with them." Anyway, no matter how awesome the gods are at the starting point of this world, can they be as awesome as him?
I am the Supreme God!

If the pattern of online literature in the previous life was the Five Whites of Central Plains, then the pattern of this life is Second to None.

They are the ones who should be familiar with each other.

Now that you have seen the future, why not worship it?
After the authors arrived and took their seats one after another, the annual meeting also invited various celebrities to enter the venue by walking the red carpet. However, what Chu Ze didn't understand was that the stars sat in the first few rows, while the authors, no matter how big a name they were, were arranged behind the stars.

This operation made Chu Ze confused for a moment whether this was an annual authors' meeting or a celebrity party.

Why does it seem like the main focus is lost and the secondary focus is taking precedence?

"Is this really Qidian's annual meeting? Why does it feel like the authors don't get any recognition at all?" Chu Ze couldn't help but complain.

"Hasn't it always been like this? Is this your first time attending the annual meeting?" After hearing Chu Ze's complaints, a yellow-haired old man sitting next to Chu Ze said.

"Well, it's indeed the first time." Chu Ze scratched his head.

"No wonder you look unfamiliar to me, you're a newcomer." The elder brother turned around and looked at Chu Ze, confirming that it was a face he had never seen before. Obviously, he was not some great Platinum. He immediately coughed twice and put on an old-timer's appearance, "Then you'll just get used to it. After all, what kind of traffic can we online writers have? It's nothing compared to the traffic of those young handsome men and big stars."

"Are we online writers so miserable?" Chu Ze thought to himself that he really despised the bottom of the chain.

"How come not? I see that you are a newcomer. As a person with experience, I want to give you a few words of warning. Don't be complacent just because you seem to have some small achievements in the online literature circle. With your little fan traffic, you are not even looked at seriously in the eyes of the capitalists and big stars." The brother sighed.

"Not really. I think my works have quite a lot of fans anyway." Chu Ze didn't care.

"A lot? Even if you are a newcomer, how many fans can you have as many as I do?"

"…That's hard to say." Chu Ze said in an inexplicable tone.

Upon hearing what Chu Ze said, the old man was amused. He nudged an author next to him with his elbow and pointed at Chu Ze with a Donnie Yen-like expression: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Old Mu, you see the newcomers nowadays are really different from us old guys, they are so confident."

"Hongcha, you are here to criticize the newcomer again, right?" The author named Lao Mu next to him laughed happily when he heard it.

"What do you mean by a blow? Don't tarnish someone's innocence out of thin air. Can what scholars do be called a blow? That's called admonition, to make people recognize themselves clearly." The older brother named Hongcha retorted.

"How do you know that he is not the future platinum?"

"Oh, platinum? In the past few years, I've seen too many new writers who got lucky with one book becoming popular, and then became arrogant after a little success. But soon after, they broke down and their new books were neither popular nor successful, and finally became just like everyone else." Brother Hongcha patted Chu Ze on the shoulder and said earnestly, "So, newcomer, listen to my advice, don't be arrogant, write well, maybe one day you will have the opportunity to become a great writer like me."

Chu Ze: "..."

"What? You have no confidence?" Brother Hongcha saw Chu Ze was silent and thought he had no confidence.

"No..." Chu Ze looked strange.

I am just thinking about becoming a great player, so wouldn’t that mean I am regressing?

But seeing that he was well-intentioned and was encouraging the newcomers, Chu Ze couldn't complain and could only say, "Brother, you are right."

Soon, the auditorium was filled with people, and all the star authors and guests arrived.

At seven o'clock sharp, the annual meeting officially began.

Ancheng.

Not long ago, Chu Ze told Chu Mingtao that tonight's annual meeting would be broadcast live. After Chu Mingtao told Jiang Huiqin, Jiang Huiqin was immediately looking forward to seeing her son on TV.

So the two of them finished their dinner early at home, washed the dishes, tidied up the kitchen, and then sat in front of the TV waiting for the live broadcast.

"How many did Aze say it was?"

"Oriental Station, starting at seven o'clock."

"It's almost time. It's already six fifty-eight."

Jiang Huiqin sat on the sofa waiting anxiously. Two minutes passed quickly. With the end of an opening animation, the camera focused on the stage of the cultural center, and the live broadcast of the Qidian Original Literature Festival officially began.

(End of this chapter)