Yu Dong shook his head, "Teacher Zhao, you misunderstood me. I mean, we can go abroad, rather than going abroad as our goal. I say this to give you some confidence. Our Chinese culture

, literature, there are still many things worth exploring. Readers don’t like to read anymore. There are reasons for writers, reasons for readers, and reasons for the times, but this will all pass. All we have to do is calm down.

Creation. Even if it is true as the boatman said, now is the stage of settling, then what we have to do is to settle, not leave and give up."

Zhao Lihong did not raise any questions this time, but in his heart he still believed that Yu Dong was somewhat idealistic. In other words, Yu Dong was favored by readers because of his popular works, which made Yu Dong think that the decline of literature could be easily reversed.

In fact, this is a misunderstanding of Yu Dong.

Yu Dong knows better than anyone how difficult it is to reverse the decline.

But precisely because of this, Yu Dong understood that if he did not do something, but just went with the flow and went with the flow, then the decline of Chinese literature would be even more difficult to reverse.

Moreover, his efforts in the past few years have yielded some results, which has given him more confidence in what he wants to do.

As long as the writers in front of him can hold on, he will have the confidence to accomplish what he wants to do.

Seeing that no one spoke again, Yu Dong said with a smile: "On behalf of Deep Space Company, I sincerely extend an invitation to you for this year's Deep Space Annual Meeting. I believe that as long as you have your support, our Deep Space Company can overcome all difficulties.
Chapter completed!