An author was invited to attend a pen meeting and sat next to a young Hungarian woman writer. She dresses simply, is taciturn and modest. The male writer doesn't know who she is and thinks she is just a poor writer, so she has a condescending mentality.

"Excuse me, miss. Are you a professional author? " "Yes, sir."

"So, do you have any masterpieces published? May I read a book or two? " "I'm just writing a novel, not a masterpiece."

Male writers have proved their judgment. He said, "You write novels, too? Then we are in the same trade. I have published 339 novels. How many books have you published? "

"I only wrote one."

The male writer asked dismissively, "Oh, you only wrote one novel. Then can you tell me the name of this novel? "

The female writer of Gone with the Wind said calmly. The arrogant male writer was dumbfounded immediately.

The writer's name is Margaret Mitchell. She wrote only one novel in her life. Now that we all know her name, the writer who claimed to have published 339 novels with this allusion can't be investigated.

Comments on the sound of South Opera: Bailing has a good voice but can't fly high after all; Phoenix is a blockbuster if it doesn't sing, or a blockbuster if it doesn't fly.