At home.
After seeing that Weibo message, Zhang Ye only felt touched. Zhang Ye had only spoken a few words with Elder Qian, but he had stood up for him when almost everyone in the profession was criticizing Zhang Ye. He had even recommended that he be invited into the National Writers’ Association, and had held out an olive branch for him. As long as Zhang Ye nodded, and as long as Zhang Ye gave a call or simply left a reply on Weibo, he would enter the Writers’ Association. And it was not just a provincial-level Beijing Writers’ Association, but the biggest National Writers’ Association!
Zhang Ye thanked Elder Qian in his heart, but… He suddenly did not feel like entering the Writers’ Association. This ‘small organization’ was not very powerful and was very complicated. The experienced predecessors were stuck in their ways. Euphemistically speaking, they were overly traditional. But without mincing one’s words, they were overly pedantic. It did not match Zhang Ye’s temper in any way. He could already predict that if he joined, there would be even more of such similar events like yesterday. All of that made Zhang Ye uncomfortable, so why would he join? Asking to be rebuffed? Zhang Ye didn’t think that he was that free!