Chapter 13 The Birth of Tragedy

Chapter 13 The Birth of Tragedy

Chapter 13 The Birth of Tragedy

"It shouldn't be the Mao Dun Literature Prize," said another colleague. "How can our company afford to hire a Mao Dun Literature Prize-winning writer? How much would it cost to get a writer of this caliber to write this?"

"Yeah, it's impossible for me to lower myself to write this."

Huang Da smiled mysteriously, raised his phone and said, "How do you explain this, huh?"

My colleagues were silent.

Huang Da put down his phone and said, "That's why I said before that this scriptwriter is the core asset of our company. Those who know this think it's a speech therapist meeting, while those who don't know think it's a literary symposium!"

My colleague said, "Yeah, I never thought our group could be so artistic."

"Ya. So ya."

"It doesn't matter whether it's elegant or not," Huang Da said. "The key is that he uses these elegant things and they really work. And did you notice? He is not a team, but one person."

A colleague asked, “How do you say that?”

Huang Da took a sip of water and said, "We all guessed before that this scriptwriter was probably a team, with one person in charge of the creative core and the others in charge of writing. Today, he talked about it in a simple and easy-to-understand way, from inspiration to framework to specific writing style. From the beginning, there was no team, just him!"

Another colleague asked, "What happened to one person?"

Huang Da looked worried and said, "If it's a team, it's fine. But if it's just one person, it will be very troublesome. If one or two people leave the team, it won't affect the work, but if such a key role stops one day..."

The colleague was shocked and said, "Yes, but isn't this the reason why the boss asked him to give the lecture?"

Huang Da glanced at him and asked, "So, after listening to the class, did you learn it?"

"No." The colleague shook his head decisively.

A few people were eating skewers and chatting. While they were talking, the rhythmic sound of thick-soled high heels tapping on the ground suddenly came from behind Huang Da.

In the bustling back street night market, the sound was so clear and familiar that it immediately made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Hey, what about the dinner party? You guys have worked hard."

Huang Da turned around and saw a slim woman walking towards them. He immediately stood up, and the other colleagues also stood up, bowed their heads and greeted:
"Manager Ye."

The woman stood still, looked around at everyone with a playful look, and then naturally moved a stool over and sat down among the group of male colleagues. The colleagues, who were originally in a relaxed state, straightened their backs one after another, like rabbits being stared at by cheetahs.

The woman had shoulder-length hair, her ears were hidden behind her hair, she had a narrow nose, slightly protruding cheekbones, very straight eyebrows, and her mouth was pursed into a straight "I", all of which suggested that she had a harsh and demanding personality. But excluding subjective impressions, her face could basically be considered a beauty.

She was wearing a white women's suit jacket. Because it was a bit hot, she took off the jacket and put it on the back of the chair, revealing the lake blue cotton sleeveless shirt underneath, which stood out in front of her chest. She was wearing a hip skirt of the same style as the suit. She had a pair of very strong thighs, and it was obvious that she had been wearing high heels for a long time.

Ye Lan, currently the manager of Wenai Company, is also Zuo Ziliang's partner, and his shareholding ratio is only second to Zuo Ziliang.

She rested her hands on the table, a mysterious smile on her face: "What were you talking about just now? How about telling me?"

……

In the small group of Wenmai speech therapists, after Wang Zixu finished his lecture, the group members were silent for a while.

After a while, someone started talking. Sunny and cheerful Sakura: [Did you guys... understand? ]

Innocent Poet: [I understand.]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura: [What did you understand? Can you tell me? ]

Innocence Poet: [I understand. If he is not pretending, then he is really super knowledgeable and I can't learn from him. This is what I understand. ]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [Is this all you understand? ]

The Innocent Poet: [What else? ]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: […Okay, I feel relieved knowing that I’m not the only one who doesn’t understand. ]

The Innocent Poet: [I want him to speak for another two hours.]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura: [Will you understand after two more hours? ]

Innocence Poet: [No. But it sounds very touching.]

Wang Zixu was generally satisfied with his performance, but 40 minutes was too short and he still had a lot of ideas to express.

He felt that something magical had happened to him - in normal life, Wang Zixu was timid and even had difficulty saying a complete sentence, but when facing the entire group of listeners (there were more than 500 people in the group), his thinking suddenly became fluent and his logic was clear.

He felt that this might be related to the fact that he had participated in debates on the debate team in college. When facing an unspecified majority of people, he would instead become full of passion and desire to express himself.

This desire to express himself also became the opportunity for him to embark on the path of literature later.

After the lecture, Zuo Ziliang disabled the mute function for everyone, and the group became lively. The speech therapists all lamented that they had never expected the little prince to have thought so much when writing the script. Wang Zixu's mood became better again.

However, not many people asked questions during the Q&A session, because everyone generally felt that they did not understand and needed some time to digest. The first lecture ended successfully.

Wang Zixu turned off the computer and came to the bedroom door. Just now was the first level to be passed today, and now is the last level to be passed today.

There was a canned laugh from the short video from the other side of the door. He knocked on the door, and the sound disappeared immediately. His wife responded with silence.

Wang Zixu cleared his throat and said, "I really don't want to hide it from you, but I really can't tell anyone where I wrote it. As the old saying goes, things succeed with secrecy, but fail with disclosure. Think about it, your husband finally found a job, but someone else is eyeing it, so why bother with that trouble? By the way, I made a small profit from royalties last month, but I forgot to transfer it to you. Please take it."

After that, he opened his mobile phone skillfully and transferred one thousand yuan to his wife.

After 30 seconds, the bedroom door opened and Wang Zixu walked into the room with his head held high.

He always wanted to reason with his wife and make both of them into the ideal person, just like he did when writing scripts, but this method worked well in the Wenai app but not in real life.

Now, he would rather use more efficient methods to solve problems in life. And the most effective way to persuade people in this world is to lure them with benefits or force them with power.

He couldn't choose this method before because at that time, he was tragically without money.

(End of this chapter)