my goddess sisters

To get rid of this strongest opponent, Wei Xia turned into a firefighter and supported other fighters everywhere.

In about 10 minutes or so, more than 30 members of the Leng family were all killed or captured alive, and the battle ended.

Zhao Yilong also received news again that all the backbones of Ai's family were arrested, and none of them escaped. What awaited them was Iron Law's ruling.

The entire Ai family and the Leng family, uprooted!

###131 Chapter Eight Horses###

Ai's Group collapsed, and related companies under its name were affected. Wei Xia took the opportunity to acquire Ai's People's Cinema.

More than 100 billion...

Wei Xia's flesh hurts for a while.

"It's a big loss! These people don't give discounts to their brothers, they have no conscience!" Wei Xia complained with a sigh.

Eldest sister Mu Qingyu looked at the document carefully and nodded frequently:

"You, can you stop pretending? Wanzhong is not one of the largest movie theaters, but its scale is not small. There are plenty of people who are willing to pay, but the key is that you can't buy it!"

Third sister Li Liyu suddenly ran in excitedly:

"Xiao Xia! Someone is looking for you, good news!"

"Sister, who is looking for me?"

"The president of the Writers Association, Liu Tiexiang, president Liu!"

……

Twin Towers, luxurious reception room.

Sitting on the guest seat was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, with gray hair and a slightly rich figure.

The most important thing is temperament, which has a Confucian demeanor.

"Let me introduce you to Liu Tiexiang, the president of the Writers' Association, and Wei Xia of Xiawen Group!" Li Liyu enthusiastically pulled Wei Xia over.

"Xiao Li, I'm sorry to trouble you!" Liu Tiexiang stood up with a smile, and while being polite to Li Liyu, he offered his hand: "Mr. Wei, hello!"

Wei Xia still felt a little dizzy.

People from the Writers Association came to the door, why is Third Sister so happy?

The person in front of him was very polite, with a very kind face. Of course, Wei Xia was treated with courtesy, and he reached out to shake Liu Tiexiang, whom he had heard about for the second time:

"Ah, hello President Liu, um... I've heard about the name for a long time! I'm sorry about the admission letter from Beijing University. I applied for the Shanghai University of Finance and Economics."

Liu Tiexiang sat back naturally, not treating himself as an outsider at all~

"Mr. Wei, don't worry about it. I didn't expect you to be the kind of top student who casually gets full marks! Hehe! Actually, at that time, I wanted you to join the Writers Association."

"Join the Writers' Association?" Wei Xia suddenly looked up at Li Liyu.

It is estimated that the third sister is a member of the Writers Association, so she is so enthusiastic about Liu Tiexiang.

"President Liu, don't just call Mr. Wei Xiaoxia! You can call him whatever you want for a child under the age of 20!" Li Liyu unceremoniously demoted Wei Xia to a junior.

"Sister! Can you protect the image of your boss?" Wei Xia muttered dissatisfied.

Seeing the relationship between the two of them, Liu Tiexiang spoke more casually.

As he said, his purpose of coming was to let Wei Xia join the Writers Association.

Two compositions: "Dream of Revival" and "Death of the Red Rabbit".

A movie: "Spike Fang".

In addition, Liu Tiexiang got the revised version of the script through Li Liyu's relationship and studied it carefully.

The values ​​are very positive, the thinking is very positive, and the writing is excellent!This is Liu Tiexiang's evaluation, and it also strengthens the idea of ​​letting Wei Xia join the club.

But Wei Xia didn't want to join.

What is the use of this association, that association?For romance, he prefers to do real things instead of being addicted to words.

It wasn't until Li Liyu pulled him aside and explained the value of the Writers' Association in a low voice that Wei Xia relaxed a bit.

What is the Writers Association?

It is the most advanced circle of all cultural people!

On the surface, he is a writer, but in fact he is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Especially in the direction of public opinion, he has a considerable voice.

The real identity and position of those members is likely to be the boss, editor-in-chief, and decision-maker of a certain media newspaper.

The whole circle is full of people like this, how small is the power of the Writers Association?

After Li Liyu's persuasion, Wei Xia reluctantly agreed to Liu Tiexiang's invitation.

…………

Kyoto, Headquarters of the Writers Association.

"Xiao Xia, from now on, you will be a member of our National Writers' Association! Come and sign up, and meet each other, so that we can get to know each other."

Liu Tiexiang introduced enthusiastically and took the initiative to lead the way in front.

Not long after, the two came to an antique room.

There were already a dozen key members of the Writers Association waiting, but the atmosphere seemed rather dull.

"Come here, this is our little friend Wei Xia! Welcome everyone!" Liu Tiexiang pushed Wei Xia to the front and clapped his hands a few times.

Originally, Wei Xia had to be polite, say a few words of courtesy, thank you for the welcome and so on.

As a result, except for Liu Tiexiang, the others didn't even have sparse applause.

The wind direction is wrong!

Next to the dark brown solid wood coffee table, a thin old man kept staring at Wei Xia, without any expression on his face:

"Old Liu, this is the young man you value most? Not bad, quite a handsome young man."

"It's really not bad! If you can make a name for yourself in the entertainment industry and become a hit, face is very important!" Another old man in Tang suit added.

There is a book table directly opposite the door, and a middle-aged scribe stands beside him, with his back to Liu Tiexiang and Wei Xia, holding a brush in his hand, as if he is creating something.

"Entertainment... Chairman, have you overdone it this time? The entertainment industry is closely related to our Writers Association, but they are two circles after all.

How can it be possible to judge a person's writing skills through a script?The Writers Association needs excellent young writers, but it is best not to bring in the impetuousness of the entertainment industry. "

While speaking, the middle-aged scribe steadily wrote four large characters with a brush in his hand:

Rather lack or abuse!

Wei Xia didn't see what the middle-aged scribe wrote, and the conversation between just a few people was obviously not welcome.

Boss Wei's face darkened at that moment:

"Before I said it, I didn't apply to join your Writers Association, but I accepted the initiative of your president. Could it be that cynicism is your way of hospitality?"

Liu Tiexiang couldn't hold back anymore:

"Everyone has read Xiao Xia's articles and scripts, and praised them all at the time. What? I brought people here, is this your attitude?"

By the window, a bald man holding a thermos cup said lightly:

"President, that's not what you said. Everyone has indeed praised you, but you never thought that you would bring such a young boy into the meeting!

There are no long works, but at least dozens of short stories have to be published, right?Just relying on two essays of more than 800 words, plus a script...

We are the National Writers Association, not the local Writers Association! "

There are no hard and fast rules, but the Writers Association does follow these traditions.The number of works is not enough, the popularity and influence are not enough, and you are not qualified to join the Writers Association.

Liu Tiexiang looked distressed, and secretly blamed himself for not thinking carefully, and looked at Wei Xia apologetically.

"Isn't it just writing articles? It's simple! You can come up with any questions, and I can improvise." Wei Xia threw out a sentence coldly, extremely arrogant.

Up to now, whether to join the Writers Association is a trivial matter, but it is absolutely impossible to be looked down upon by others!

There were a dozen people in the room, Qi Qi frowned when he heard Wei Xia's words:

The boy is crazy!

The bald man walked slowly towards Wei Xia and Liu Tiexiang, and said calmly:

"Impromptu writing is difficult for others, and good articles need inspiration. Moreover, since ancient times, there has been a saying that 'there is no first in writing, and there is no second in martial arts'.

Everyone has different understandings, some people insist that it is good, and some people insist that it is not good.The final result was unfair. "

Wei Xia snorted softly:

"What do you say? It's strange that the Writers' Association doesn't rely on writing articles to judge ability."

The bald man smiled slightly:

"Literati, in addition to writing articles, you must also pay attention to the background! There are different opinions on whether the article is good or bad, but calligraphy and painting can't be fake! Good or bad, you can tell at a glance."

"Calligraphy and painting? Are you sure? Are you members of the Writers Association willing to use this method to...assess newcomers?" Wei Xia blinked.

"We can't talk about the assessment. We don't have such a statement. If you agree, my friend, everyone will be happy to appreciate your work."

After the bald man finished speaking, the rest of the dozen or so people nodded in agreement.

In places where literati gather, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all must-haves. Just now, someone was writing calligraphy.

Immediately, Wei Xia walked to the desk directly opposite.

Spreading out a piece of white paper, picked up the brush used by the middle-aged scribes, and dipped it in ink, Wei Xia waved his hand and wrote seven big characters without thinking:

Heroes from ancient times are young!

After finishing writing, spread out a blank paper again.

After meditating for a while, using the same pen, Wei Xia focused on drawing on the paper.

A dozen or so people took the brush calligraphy aside, all with surprised expressions on their faces.

"Good handwriting! The pen is strong and seamless!"

"Since ancient times, heroes have been born in youth, with only seven words, the image of young people full of ambition, vivid on paper."

"Indeed! Calligraphy is different from painting. Simply relying on this kind of brushwork can make people feel the high-spiritedness of young people, rushing towards their faces!"

"At such a young age, to have this kind of calligraphy attainment, you can be called a master of a generation!"

……

……

The phrase "appreciation" casually uttered by the bald man has indeed become an appreciation.

Everyone commented on the calligraphy, Wei Xia's painting has also been completed.

Imitation of Qu Beihong's "Eight Horses".

Wei Xia put the brush aside, went to the coffee table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it, regardless of whose cup it was.

Liu Tiexiang was the first to rush to the painting and couldn't wait to admire it.

"Ink Painting of Eight Steeds? My God! This is probably even more exciting than the original work!"

Hearing the exclamation, more than a dozen people rushed to look at the painting again.

"A masterpiece! This is a masterpiece! What I see are only eight horses, but what I feel is thousands of galloping horses! Wildness, freedom, power, perfection!"

"This ink...painted with a single brush! Use the different thickness of the ink on the brush to accurately outline every detail!"

"There is an ancient painting with the finishing touch, but I still don't believe it. After seeing this painting, the eight horses actually make me tremble with fear, for fear that I will be knocked down by accident!"

……

……

The bosses of the Writers' Association looked like bumpkins who had never seen the world, with excited expressions and red faces.

Wei Xia sips tea leisurely, secretly laughing inwardly:

Full-level writing, calligraphy, painting, who can compare these things with me?

### Chapter 132 Human Scum###