Chapter 919 Meet the deceased at the ceremony (seeking a monthly pass!)

  Although a wave of lottery draws, most of the cheering value gained through the Golden Rooster Award will be consumed.

  However, Li Shixin was still very happy when he extracted the blue memory pill from the system.

  This thing does not seem to be very useful, it can only extract the known memory of the person. But Li Shixin thinks that the function of this thing is simply against the sky!

  Human brain capacity is actually not small.

  Li Shixin has read a scientific paper. The content of the paper is a brain volume experiment conducted by scientists on white mice.

  According to the experimental results, there are a total of 13 neuronal structures in the brain of a mouse. After data analysis, it was found that just the 13 neuron structures in the brain of the mouse reached the equivalent of 1TB of storage capacity.

  And the human brain probably has more than 100 billion neurons. If the storage capacity of the human brain is converted according to this unit, it is equivalent to 950 million 8TB hard drives, which is about 7.6 billion TB!

  But the human memory model is very peculiar, and this model will have a certain degree of coverage. That is, every time you learn the same type of new knowledge, the old memory will be partially covered. So memories that have not been used for a long time will be gradually forgotten by the brain selectively.

  The effect of the small pill is to perfectly overcome this negative human body buff!

  If you don’t need to consolidate your existing memory, you can extract it with a small pill. Wouldn’t it be memorable?

  After reducing the age in small batches of the remaining 1.2 million cheers, Li Shixin was delighted holding a pile of small pills and fell asleep soundly.

   Early the next morning, Li Shixin got up.

  As usual, he went to the small square at the back of the hotel to practice big guns for a while, and he asked for an address book from the front desk of the hotel.

  In the living room, after reading a page of the address book at random, Li Shixin put his feet on An Xiaoxiao and went out for dinner.

  Before ten o'clock, after having breakfast and strolling around in the nearby shopping mall to return to the hotel, Li Shixin took out a small pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

  Looking back at the address book that he had read in the morning, Li Shixin was stunned.

  In my mind, the scene when looking through the address book is almost as clear as the high-definition movie version.

  Every name, every number in the address book, and even the spam advertisement at the top of the page, he didn’t even leave a word, remember clearly!

   "Hey!"

   Feeling the actual effect of the new props, Li Shixin smacked his lips.

   "Look back, let's make a variety show with the most powerful brain and something."

  A blink of an eye, it's afternoon.

  At 4:30, Li Shixin, who had packed himself up like a dog, brought An Xiaoxiao to the Ditan Cultural Center.

  When he got there, the cultural center was already overcrowded.

  In this time and space, the state has done a very good job of protecting copyrights of works. Since ten years ago, it has vigorously rectified and cracked down on infringement and piracy. Although piracy has not been fundamentally eliminated, for the cultural and creative industry, such an environment is already a paradise.

  In such an environment, online literature has flourished, and it has become a social trend in only ten years.

  Now the annual online literary festival is underway. The great gods from all major literary websites gather together, attracting fans and fans from all over the country.

Looking at the square in front of the Cultural Center, which was crowded with book fans’ autograph spots and the surrounding exhibition areas, and seeing the slogan "The Land of Dreams of 300 Million Readers" in the huge poster on the main building of the center, Li Shixin smiled. .

  This battle is okay!

   Before crossing, Li Shixin also read web articles.

  Whether you are fishing on the set, or traveling by train or plane, reading online articles is undoubtedly the most enjoyable way to relax.

   But compared to the tragic situation of the time and space network industry, it is obviously much more high-end and mature now.

   "Ms. Li, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Our chief director asked me to meet you before, but I thought you had to wait a while before coming here. I didn’t expect you to arrive so long in advance!"

  As Li Shixin was feeling emotional, a somewhat reckless figure trot in front of him.

  Looking at the girl in front of her who was wearing glasses with a ball on her big head, and seeing the pass hanging around her neck, Li Shixin nodded.

  The name of the girl in charge of reception is Qi Dian Dian, a tour guide of the Ditan Cultural Center. Because the organizer's side is short of manpower, she was temporarily incorporated into the choreographing team to do the reception.

  Under the leadership of the little girl, Li Shixin followed the staff passage and entered the cultural center.

  Although the ceremony has not yet begun, compared to the hot square outside, the inside of the Cultural Center is even more hot.

  Internet writers are generally more dignified, usually the door is not open, and they stay at home for three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Therefore, even a writer at the level of great gods, usually does not have the opportunity and time for exposure.

  It is rare to show up in a concentrated manner now, and these senior otaku have suddenly become a favorite of the media.

"Mr. Li, those outside are the exhibition areas of the works of various websites. The signings are usually best-selling authors, and these authors inside are the great gods who really want to participate in the ceremony for a while. The process of our ceremony is like this. We will open at six o'clock. You and the presidents of several online literature stations opened the curtain together to show the theme of this grand ceremony of "flying literary dreams and expanding the boundaries of creativity". Then three writers' association teachers will give speeches to introduce the next process of the ceremony. Here, this It's your speech for a while, so please take a look at it and make a note of it."

  Standing in the waiting area in the center, Li Shixin took the manuscripts handed over, and glanced randomly.

  Not much speech content, nothing more than some scenes.

  While he was looking at the speech and thinking about how to play for a while, a few young people with glasses hesitated and leaned over.

   "Lord letter?"

"Ok?"

  Li Shixin raised his head when someone called himself.

   "It's really you, Believe! Hahaha, I saw it when you walked in just now, but I didn't dare to recognize it. Looking at the ceremony in the morning, I didn't see any news about your attendance!"

  Looking at the excited hand in front of him, Li Shixin was happy with the round-faced fat man who didn't know where to put it.

   "Li Erchun? Are you coming to the ceremony too?"

  Seeing that Li Shixin still remembers himself, Li Erchun was even more excited, nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice, and said with a smile;

   "Yes, yeah, recommended by the website. There will be an award for me at the ceremony soon!"

"Oh?"

  Listening to what he said, Li Shixin looked him up and down unexpectedly.

   "I didn't see it, your kid can mix well now."

"Hi!"

Li Erchun scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, "I have to thank you for speaking of it. I was in the junkyard before, and I thought a lot and completely realized it. After you left, I ended up with the book on the street. , I wrote the "Old Age Superstar" based on you and serialized it on the Chinese website of Starting Point. Last month, I sold the film and television rights, and only then signed the Great God Agreement. Hehe."

  Looking at Li Shixin's "this is also OK" expression, Li Erchun grinned quickly and introduced the two companions beside him to Li Shixin.

  "Lord Xin, this is the old chicken eats the little eagle, the platinum **** of our website, and the author of "The Tribulation of the Ten Thousand Clan" who is the number one online sales recently. It's your fan!"

  Oh Yo?

  Behind Li Erchun was a thin young man with a stick, who looked like a yam. On such a grand occasion, he was wearing a vest, shorts, flip-flops and a three-piece suit at home.

  Looking at the honor of this person, Li Shixin smiled sympathetically and stretched out his hand.

  "Hello. Should you call you old chicken or little eagle?"

   "Just call me an eagle, "

  The young man shook hands with Li Shixin nervously, buckled and buckled out a piece of white paper from his big pants and handed it to Li Shixin.

   "Well, can Teacher Li sign a name for me? My wife likes you so much!"

  Li Shixin frowned upon hearing this platinum **** say this.

  Growing into this honor, there is even a wife?

   "Your wife is good."

   "Very good taste."

   casually complimented, Li Shixin took out the marker from his pocket, brushed his name on the white paper.

  When he handed the autograph back, he patted the young man on the shoulder.

   "Boy, cherish his wife. It can be seen that she has sacrificed a lot to live with you."

   "Thank you, Teacher Li! My wife did sacrifice a lot. I work at home every day, and code for more than ten hours a day. I don't even have time to speak with her. I owe her a lot."

Holding his signature, the eagle bowed to Li Shixin excitedly.

Li Shixin shook his head helplessly as he listened to this narrative about his wife's sacrifice for his family.

  To live with you, your wife's biggest contribution is obviously not these minutiae.

   is her aesthetic!

   "Mr. Li, we should go in. The ceremony will begin soon."

   While silently complaining in Li Shi's confidence, they all greeted each other little by little.

"it is good."

  Li Shixin nodded, and had an appointment with Li Erchun to talk in detail after the ceremony, and then went into the backstage along with them.

  At this time, a storm is brewing in the background.

"I'm just like asking you what does this mean? Okay, the three of us will open it. How did the ceremony start to change? Why, as the vice chairman of the Writers Association, am I not worthy to be the first to stand on the stage of your online literary festival? ?"

  In the waiting room in the backstage, the famous writer A Qu, holding a tea cup with his face full of dissatisfaction.

  (End of this chapter)