"It's delicious, this is your last meal," Pan Hongsheng suddenly sank his face: "Do you think you can really eat the land in the medical school?"

Liu Simin, who was about to enjoy the delicious food, was stunned, and his voice changed: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you can only eat jail immediately!" Pan Hongsheng inserted a piece of carefully cooked black pepper beef with a knife, and it looked very comfortable. High-quality and updated

"So you're making trouble behind the scenes!" Liu Simin immediately stood up and shouted: "Xiao Jiang! Xiao Jiang!"

Xiao Jiang is his driver and bodyguard, and used to be a Sanda athlete.

"Don't call anymore, he has no chance to show off!" Pan Hongsheng continued to eat his appetizer: "You have a very limited time now. In fifteen minutes, the task force will take you for review. At that time, you can only eat steamed buns and pickles. Cherish everything in front of you."

"You fart! Who dares to catch me in the capital?" Liu Simin shouted, but in the top private room with amazing sound insulation, people outside could not hear any noise.

"Who are you? The police?" Liu Simin felt a little confused: "Extortionist? Do you want to blackmail me? Humph! No matter who you are! But I want to remind you that I am not a rootless weed! Don't cause trouble for yourself!"

"The old gentleman from the Organization Department has been invited to talk. Maybe you can say hello to him inside." Pan Hongsheng smiled softly, chewing the beef in his mouth.

"What! Old Tang..." Liu Simin's face turned pale: "How is this possible! He is a member of the Standing Committee!"

"I'm sorry, this time I'm just a big guy. I've been paying attention to him for a long time." Pan Hongsheng had finished eating the appetizer. At this time, the rest of the main dishes had been served. The colorful and fragrant smell was very attractive. Unfortunately, some people no longer had the appetite to eat. High-quality update

When the task force took Liu Simin, who was a co-inmate, he made an unexpected move: he suddenly shouted and came to the table, and used his hands to desperately stuff all kinds of expensive dishes into his mouth. The expensive suit was dirty and his hands were oily, but he ignored it.

"Get up!" The task force pulled the back of his neck with anger with one hand, but was rubbed with oil by his hands. Another task force member was very straightforward and slapped him out with a palm.

Pan Hongsheng shook his head and looked at the messy table. In just a dozen seconds, this grandson actually ruined ten dishes. It was crazy.

It was only in the last second that he understood what he should do.

The school was kept, and the new Angel Real Estate Company was immediately seized and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When Pan Hongsheng drove to the school again, he saw that Bai Su had replaced Mr. Wang's position and became the gate guard.

"What are you looking at?" Bai Su was not angry when she saw him, but it was much better than the ignorance of the past few days.

Pan Hongsheng smiled politely to her and drove the car in directly.

He was unwilling to put pressure on the girl and have a conflicted life. However, Bai Su was sad behind her. She didn't know what the specific reason was.

As a visiting teacher at the school, he comes to teach literary literacy classes to his favorite students every Saturday.

Lan Xianli and the others were still the same, but Wang Xiaojia was obviously working harder than before.

Because she is carrying a debt - at least she thinks so, Pan Hongsheng actually didn't plan to let her pay it back, just to motivate the girl and let her not sink. High-quality updates are

"Today we are going to talk about Mo Yan's literary works... Everyone knows that Mo Yan is the only domestic writer who won the Nobel Prize in Literature. Although some people have said before that the contradiction will be obtained if it is not dead, this is not the focus of our discussion today..." Pan Hongsheng pointed at the blackboard with an idea: "The focus of our discussion today is the flavor contained in Mo Yan's article. Who has read his article? Who will publish his opinion?"

"Me!" Lan Xianli usually likes to read idle books. She frowned and said, "I have read Mo Yan's books... but I dare not read them in front of my parents..."

This sentence is very connotation and makes everyone laugh.

"Indeed, Mo Yan's books have many plots involving sex, and some books are even full of themed books, but people cannot list him as ** literature because many writers do this. Their books use seemingly vulgar means to conceal themselves, but the theme they want to express is extremely serious... Needless to say, the rest of their works are all this routine. Even the very vulgar "Big Breasts and Big Buttocks" that wants to express is not **..." Pan Hong

Sheng talked freely and changed the subject: "There is a writer named Wang Xiaobo who is actually very similar to Mo Yan's routine. They all narrate it in seemingly pornographic or even vulgar ways, but they express life and human nature. This is completely different from some lower body literature that sells dog meat with sheep's head. Therefore, although some people are masters of ** literature, they can only be second-rate writers. Those who truly understand ** can correctly integrate human emotions and six desires into their novels are the masters!"

The little girls below were stunned, and then there was a storm of applause.

"That's so fucking good!" Lan Xianli couldn't help but swear: "The teacher is talented!"

"Actually, don't comment too much on me," Pan Hongsheng raised his hand to signal everyone to continue listening: "We are just evaluators. From the perspective of evaluators, you can make some comments without any concerns, but once you pick up your pen and write your own book, that's another matter. Today's TV series, movies and games are all drawn from novels. Writers can be said to be the creator of creating the entire entertainment world. They don't just write a few petty bourgeois reading books that are not sick and groaning, and they can be called writers. Modern writers are mixed with fish, which requires everyone to pay special attention when choosing books."

This sentence caused a lot of trouble. The girls complained about how deceiving the book "The Smallest" publication they bought, and complained that none of the novels nowadays were eye-catching.

"Teacher, I read female novels on my phone that day. I saw the number one special imperial concubine, which was so disgusting..." Feng Dongmei smiled a little and couldn't breathe: "Every word is like squeezing toothpaste, the sentences are all short sentences like brain cramps, and it is actually the number one... The name of a female pig's feet is so vulgar that it can be used as a weight loss pill..."

"This kind of novel is a thorough commercial novel," Pan Hongsheng wrote a line on the blackboard: "Business novels refer to books written in a planned manner for market nature. Of course, this kind of book has no artistic nature. Putting the word art together is a kind of irony. It cannot even be done with the minimum logical ideas and sentences, but someone reads it. Why is this? Because its sentences are short and suitable for readers who watch on mobile phones, they will not evaluate the plot at first, at least... they look very comfortable, and short sentences are very suitable for young people to read."

"It seems that we are all non-mainstream..." Lan Xianli was also aroused by interest: "But that sentence is too short, right? I wish I could divide an action into eighteen paragraphs, an abrupt illiterate word, and a vulgar name, what Sima Dongfang Murong Qingcheng Nalan, dare to be more serious?"

"This is why you don't understand the needs of readers now..." Pan Hongsheng smiled slightly. However, he did have experience in this regard. This experience was particularly clear during the production of movies and TV series.

"Now children, including adults, have a trend, that is, their reading ability declines. What is the reflection of their reading ability? If you like short sentences, you will immediately become dizzy when you are a little longer. Don't look at Wang Shuo's unique martial arts reputation who just didn't click commas to make fun of each other, if you were born more than ten years later, you probably don't know which corner you are squatting. People now don't like that kind of teasing and criticality, and using that kind of teasing as a gimmick is no longer appropriate. Modern mainstream works like Mo Yan, which use ** as a garment is popular!"

His words seemed to be too profound. After all, when Wang Shuo became popular, these little girls might not have made any sound.

He turned to the easy-to-understand words and repeated: "In a word, the novels and literature today emphasize the storyline and humanization! The characters' emotions and desires cannot be ignored. That is a complete and lively literary work! But no matter what is unique, we must remember one thing: literature is actually a knowledge of human nature research!"

Pan Hongsheng felt a little disappointed in this class. Although the reaction from the audience was very enthusiastic, he still felt that not many people could listen to his views.

Perhaps many people have to read the surprisingly short sentences after class, and the sentences are like constipation. The formation of an idea and a phenomenon does not happen overnight.

But he was surprised that there were students who had the same views as him, which made him feel a little warm, just as relieved as if he had met the only believer in Mexico when he was lonely preacher.

After all, they are still children, after all, they have the right to choose something that matches their cognitive level.
Chapter completed!