Chapter 1419 Not Disappointed

Shakespeare was very particular about eating fruits.

Not only did he use a gold fruit plate, but he also had a special maid serving him, feeding grapes into his mouth and catching the pits he spat out with both hands.

Zhang Heng initially thought that she was the maid assigned to Shakespeare by the manor, but it wasn't until the fantasy best-selling female author greeted the woman who looked like a maid that Zhang Heng realized that the latter was also the author who was invited to the villa.

Shakespeare listened to the fantasy best-selling female author introduce Zhang Heng in a respectful tone, but there was no reaction. Until a moment later, he suddenly frowned and spit out the grape that had just been fed into his mouth, " sour."

The female writer who was serving him on the side couldn't help but look panicked when she saw this, "I'll ask the kitchen to bring two more new ones."

"No, that's it. I've almost eaten."

As Shakespeare spoke, he wiped his mouth gracefully with a napkin, and then turned to look at Zhang Heng.

"You want to learn writing from me?"

"I thought about it before, but now I don't want to," Zhang Heng said.

Shakespeare was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect that there would be people in this world who would refuse his guidance.

As soon as Zhang Heng said these words, the two female writers on the other side also changed their colors.

"You know who I am, right?" Shakespeare confirmed again just to be on the safe side. "Who was the most famous writer in your time?"

"William Shakespeare." Zhang Heng did not deny it.

After hearing this sentence, Shakespeare's stern face softened a little, "Then my works, "The Merchant of Venice", "King Lear", "Macbeth", and of course "Romeo and Juliet" are still the same. It’s popular, right?”

"As far as I know, this is the case." Zhang Heng said.

"Interesting, here comes the question," Shakespeare looked at Zhang Heng, "I listened to Professor McGonagall's introduction. She said that if you want to create a popular novel, then there is someone in the world who is more suitable for you than me. Teacher’s?”

Without waiting for Zhang Heng to answer, Shakespeare continued, "Not to mention, I am also one of the twelve judges. The winner of the monthly story meeting is selected by me and the other eleven people. You know, those who can come to this villa may lack everything except talent, which means..."

Shakespeare paused, "The competition in the Storytelling Club will be very fierce. Although there are twelve judges, the final victory or defeat may only be a small difference after the decimal point. You are still young, and you probably don't want to be like those old ghosts." Stay here."

Zhang Heng could hear the threat in the man opposite him.

But his expression didn't change, he just bowed slightly and said, "Goodbye."

After saying this, Zhang Heng turned around and left regardless of Shakespeare's reaction.

In fact, when he bowed at the end, he was not paying respect to the living Shakespeare sitting in front of him, but to the literary giant who left an immortal chapter in the history of literature.

The fantasy best-selling female author who came with him was so anxious that she almost jumped when she saw this scene. While she apologized to Shakespeare, she quickened her pace to catch up with Zhang Heng.

Although Zhang Heng's face looked calm, the fantasy best-selling female author did not believe that Zhang Heng's heart would be as calm as his face.

She jogged all the way to Zhang Heng's side, and then lowered her voice and said, "I know the real person may make you a little... um, disappointed, but it's not like he wants you to live with him, so you can't pretend to compliment him and then exchange His guidance? If you are lucky, you can stay with him for a while, and you will learn a lot. Just think of it as the tuition you paid to write your new work well."

"I'm not disappointed." Zhang Heng slowed down a little. He didn't have any bad feelings towards the best-selling female fantasy author. He knew that the other party was also kind-hearted in introducing him to Shakespeare. After all, the latter's reputation was so great that later generations almost Everyone knows it, everyone knows it, and he is one of the twelve judges. There are only advantages and no disadvantages in being able to get on the line with such a big shot.

But Zhang Heng has no interest in serving people at all.

To put it bluntly, this manor is so big, the most important thing is talented authors. No matter how good Shakespeare is, he is not irreplaceable. Moreover, Zhang Heng feels that Hemingway said it well before, and there is no need to be overshadowed by the names of those guys here. I was so scared that I gave up my own path just to chase stars.

In fact, it is not just his own path, but also his dignity and personality. Let him circle around Shakespeare like the female author beside Shakespeare, always pay attention to Shakespeare's every move, dedicate his body and mind unconditionally, and be willing to become a star beside him. Zhang Heng thought he couldn't do it, and for the sake of studying, he was willing to pay for some tuition fees, but he was not willing to pay for some tuition fees.

But he was indeed not disappointed as he said.

Writing good works and being a good person are two completely different things. Zhang Heng knew this from the beginning, not to mention that there were still hundreds of years in between. No matter what kind of person Shakespeare was, he would not find it strange. .

As for the other party's threat, Zhang Heng didn't even take it to heart.

He also has an exemption card for mission failure. Even if he fails to complete the main mission, he will not suffer any losses. He has only one goal in coming to this dungeon, which is to finish the book he wants to write. Everything else is unimportant.

The fantasy best-selling female author felt relieved when she saw that Zhang Heng was indeed not affected, but she still couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhang Heng.

On the contrary, Hemingway, who was carrying a bottle of wine and blowing wine in broad daylight, glanced sideways at the scene that happened not far away and gave Zhang Heng a thumbs up. The American tough guy felt more and more that Zhang Heng had a bad temper towards him. So after Zhang Heng and the fantasy best-selling female writer separated, he dragged a man wearing black-rimmed glasses and unusually long sideburns to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng originally thought that Hemingway was going to introduce Fitzgerald to him, but what he didn't expect was that Hemingway said to his companion, "Chemist, come and take a look, are you sure he is not the bionic man in one of your books? "

"Boxer, I think your mental illness should be looked at by someone." The man with black-framed glasses replied, and at the same time stretched out a hand to Zhang Heng and said politely, "Zhang Heng, right? At the story meeting before, I’ve seen you, you can call me Double Hundred.”

Zhang Heng looked a little surprised when he heard this name and didn't know who the other party was. "Didn't you tell the story at the eye-opening themed story before?"

"I would say he was probably afraid of Fogg." Hemingway gloated harshly.

"Shut up, I want to stay here for a while longer and get a better understanding of the technological level of future generations." Two hundred people retorted.

"Then you are in great luck. This kid was born decades later than you. Maybe you two can communicate more." Hemingway took advantage of the situation and assisted Zhang Heng.

"I know it without you having to tell me." Two hundred people reported their room numbers and at the same time extended an invitation to Zhang Heng, "Whenever you have time, come to my room and we can have a good chat."

Of course Zhang Heng would not refuse. He did not expect that while he would lose a Jules Verne, he would gain another Asimov.