If you are just the artistic director under the banyan tree, then Chencun's life is actually quite leisurely.

Unfortunately, Chencun is not only the artistic director under the banyan tree, but also the moderator of the forum under the banyan tree, and his daily workload is very high.

In order to do the moderator's job well, Chen Cun rarely goes out, except for eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, smoking, and spends almost all his day on moderator's job management.

It is rare to meet Lin Weidong, a young man with similar interests. Chen Cun completely opened up and complained to Lin Weidong during the chat.

Lin Weidong didn't feel bored either. Anyway, he was idle, so he just listened quietly to Chencun's nonsense, and occasionally he would interject a few words.

After chatting like this for a while, Chen Cun just pressed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, then picked up the lighter and lit a cigarette, slowing it down, and couldn't help sighing: "I'm going to say that it's not easy to be a moderator under a banyan tree. One is too time-consuming and the other is too difficult to do."

"Those netizens all hope that their speech can be free and open, and they don't interfere with anything, but as moderator, some things must be deleted. Are you right?"

"That's sure, no rules can make you square. I still understand this principle." Lin Weidong said, picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea.

Hearing Lin Weidong's approval of himself, Chen Cun nodded with relief, and then said: "Also, the procedure under our banyan tree is not very good. Logically speaking, I want to block a person, and this action should be very simple. It will be a little bit to destroy him. But under the banyan tree, it may take me 5 minutes to block a person, and it only takes 2 or 3 minutes to register an id."

"Of course, I can also spend money with him, but I will feel bored. It's not worth it to spend so much energy on playing this kind of game with the least fun people in the world."

"On the Internet, I should be able to speak, and I defend your right to speak, which sounds good, but when I was a moderator, I found this theory to be suspicious."

Lin Weidong was stunned for a moment and asked with interest: "How is it suspicious? Is there any problem with this theory?"

Chen Cun nodded and said, "Of course, there are, for example, someone deliberately makes trouble, not saying that the sun is a triangle, and stick to this point of view every day. On the first day and in the first month, many people will refute him, but over time, no one will fight him. It is a breaking point to argue about this every day."

"If I don't care, the view that the sun is a triangle will hang on the top of the forum. Is this a victory for democracy? I don't think it's."

"If this is true, our forum will become a small vegetable market. Whoever takes more time and takes quick action will win. This is wrong. There should be rules for speaking."

"However, this phenomenon is quite interesting. I can see a lot of darkness in human nature and the difficulties and flaws of democratic design."

Of course, Lin Weidong didn't always hear Chen Cun say that there were any and nothing. During the chat, his relationship with Chen Cun became more and more familiar. He also told Chen Cun his own psychological words, such as the publication of "E-Net Love Deep", and the acquaintance with Wang Shuo.

Chen Cun is quite good at Lin Weidong, a new "child". Chen Cun also gave Lin Weidong advice, hoping that he could get a ranking in this literary competition.

Lin Weidong was confused and asked in confusion: "Why? According to your opinion... If I can't get a ranking in the competition, will my novel not be published?"

Chen Cun smiled and denied: "That's not, but our first online original literature competition was collaborated with Huacheng Publishing House."

"Uncle, I don't really understand what you mean. Can you explain it more clearly?" Lin Weidong became more confused as he heard it. He was simply a monk and was confused.

Chen Cun replied with a smile: "You think, if you can win the big prize in the competition this time or make a big splash, then Huacheng Publishing House will definitely look at you with admiration. At that time, your chance of publishing "E-Net Love" will also be greatly improved!"

After Chen Cun explained this, Lin Weidong finally understood the relationship between the two. To put it bluntly, those publishers felt that Lin Weidong, an online writer, was not famous, so no one was willing to publish his book, and even if it was published, it would not be sold much.

But if Lin Weidong can get a ranking in the literature competition this time, he will no longer be an unknown person, but also a person in the literary circle. Fame and fortune are good, and the prospects are naturally great.

However, Lin Weidong's main purpose this time came to Shanghai was to see the world, and he met Wang Shuo, a great writer, and did not take the literature competition seriously.

Although Lin Weidong loves writing, he knows very well that his literary talent is not outstanding. For him, it is almost impossible to stand out among the thousands of participating authors.

But Lin Weidong finally saw the hope of publishing, so how could he give up easily?

November 16.

Lin Weidong didn't go anywhere, and read books in the room for a day, hoping to find inspiration for writing from books.

Annie laughed at him: "I'll be participating in the competition tomorrow afternoon. Is it still too late to cram the moment you are? What have you done long ago!"

Lin Weidong didn't take his heart to Annie's jokes, and asked her with a smile: "Sister Annie, if I remember correctly, you are also one of the judges of the competition, right?"

"Yes, every editor under our banyan tree is a judge." Annie nodded and then asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Weidong joked: "No, I actually want to say... If you see my work, remember to help me speak for me in front of other judges!"

Seeing Lin Weidong's appearance as if he was not afraid of boiling water, Annie smiled bitterly and shook her head: "You think beautifully. If I had known that you were so unsuccessful, I wouldn't have let you come to Shanghai at the beginning."

Lin Weidong smiled and joked, "Don't regret it, Sister Annie, if you really think of me like this, then even if I don't want to be myself, I will still fight for you and get a decent ranking tomorrow."

Anne sighed: "I have no hope for you anymore, I can only wish you good luck."

Looking at Annie's departure back, Lin Weidong pondered for a long time alone.

Speaking of which, the first online literature original competition mainly includes four themes: novels, poetry, prose and scripts, and novels are divided into long, medium and short stories. This setting is no different from traditional literature awards.

After thinking about it, Lin Weidong decided to choose "poetry" as his subject of participation, after all, he was also a man who was once called a "poet".

Even though Lin Weidong had never understood, when others called him a poet, he wanted to give it a try whether it was ridiculous, ridiculed, or praised him.

"It's time to show my talent!" Lin Weidong lay on the bed, silently reciting in his heart.

At 2 pm the next day, under the Banyan Tree, the first online original literature competition was held at the Theater on Nanjing West Road.

Chencun scanned his face and invited Wang Anyi, Jia Pingwa, Yu Hua, Acheng and Wang Shuo as judges. Thousands of people squeezed into the hall, which was a huge momentum.

ps. I read the comments and comments from my friends today. I reflected on it for a long time and finally found some of the reasons why my grades in this book were poor.

To sum up, the first is the slow update, the second is the slow pace, and the third is the lack of excitement.
Chapter completed!