Chapter 16 The art of storytelling
Chapter 16 The Art of Speaking
The prince stood there in a daze with his mouth open, while in front of him, Raymond Lam was waving "Paradise Lost" in the air.
He stayed up until 4 a.m. yesterday and slept for only two hours. His senses were very sharp, but his mind was very slow, and time and space were distorted in his perception.
He noticed that Lin Feng had a pair of almond-shaped eyes and willow-shaped eyebrows. He had applied some kind of moisturizer on his skin, which was so greasy that it was a little shiny, but his face was full of pits and pits, which were evidence of the existence of acne.
The leader said, "Xiao Wang is an artistic young man in our unit. Oh, now he is an artistic middle-aged man. He has read a lot of books. You should be able to chat with him."
Wang Zixu came back to his senses and said as if waking up from a dream: "Ah, well, I'll just flip through it casually."
Junichi Watanabe's book Paradise Lost was placed on his desk for reference when he was writing the script. He didn't have many feelings about it, but those he did have were all about the literary side.
Lin Feng flipped through a page or two and said, "If you also love literature, then read less of this kind of book. Reading too much of this kind of book is harmful."
Wang Zixu didn't comment on his opinion, but based on the other party's identity, he nodded politely and said, "Yeah, I didn't watch it much."
Lin Feng said: "If you love literature, I recommend you read some more profound works, such as, uh, Les Miserables, and The Count of Monte Cristo..."
Wang Zixu said, "Isn't The Count of Monte Cristo a popular novel?"
Lin Feng was stunned: "Who told you that? Don't you know Alexandre Dumas?"
Wang Zixu said, "Yes, I know. I've read it. The Count of Monte Cristo is a popular novel."
The leader next to him looked at Wang Zixu. He knew Wang Zixu very well. He was very inconsiderate of others when speaking. He felt that the situation was not good, so he quickly tried to smooth things over:
"Aren't popular novels also novels? They are all the same. Xiao Wang, be more modest. Mr. Lin has made great achievements in literature. You should learn more from him and don't think you know the most."
Wang Zixu felt a little aggrieved. He was just telling the truth. The two examples Lin Feng just cited were not related at all.
It's like someone recommending you to read Lu Xun's "Call to Arms" and Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" at the same time. Although both books are good, the styles are so inconsistent that it's hard not to complain.
But now is a critical period, the overall situation is more important, although literature is important, it is not appropriate to popularize it at this time. He shut up obediently, did not contradict the leader, and did not continue to contradict Lin Feng, his eyes watched his nose, his nose watched his heart.
Through the two sentences just now, he basically understood Lin Feng's level. But there was nothing to be complacent about, and there was no need to dance outside the knowledge level of others.
Lin Feng seemed not to be offended and said, "Hey, it's okay. When it comes to literature, everyone has different preferences. Some like the elegant, some like the vulgar. In my opinion, the most vulgar is the most elegant, and the most elegant is the most vulgar. What we just said was just a dispute of emotions. It's a gentleman's argument. Don't be offended."
Wang Zixu gave a thumbs up and said, "That's a very well said thing. There's a saying that goes 'Heroes think alike.' Although I'm not a hero, I do think alike with General Lin."
Lin Feng laughed: "That's true, I'm not a hero either."
Wang Zixu's words came from the heart without any flattery, but the leader didn't think so. He stood behind Lin Feng with a very beautiful expression, and showed Wang Zixu a rare kind smile, as if to say "You kid finally got it."
The leader cleverly inserted a nice remark to set the scene:
"Mr. Lin is a great writer, and Xiao Wang is a talented person in our unit. What do you call this? Men of letters think alike!"
Lin Feng said: “Haha, that’s right!”
The host and the guests were all very happy. Lin Feng patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder and said, "Let's have a meal sometime and talk about literature together."
Wang Zixu saw the leader behind Lin Feng winking at him and nodded, "Okay."
The examination in his department was also completed. There were no problems and it passed smoothly. Next, they went to Guo Ranran's department.
After the group left, Zhang Cangnian, who had just hidden outside the door, came in again, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying:
"You're really good! You made Lin Feng very happy. Now it should be easier for us to prepare for the inspection. The leader will definitely give you a credit in his heart."
Wang Zixu put away Jun'ichi Watanabe's Paradise Lost and said, "I didn't coax him."
Zhang Cangnian held the water cup and said, "By the way, what happened to The Count of Monte Cristo?"
Wang Zixu glanced at him and said, "Nothing serious, it looks good."
"I mean, how many books have you read?"
Wang Zixu raised his head and thought for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Let me put it this way, I have read all the major works of the writers you can name."
Zhang Cangnian was surprised: "So confident?"
"As long as you can call out the name." Zhang Cangnian said: "You are really a ruthless person."
At this moment, the two heard a boastful female voice coming from next door. Guo Ranran was shouting in the next office.
The two walked to the next door and peeked in. They saw Guo Ranran's exaggerated expression, looking at Lin Feng with watery eyes:
"Teacher Lin, do you know that what I admire most is talented people who are good at literature? Teacher Lin, do you have any recommended books? I really want to learn, can you recommend a few books to teach me?"
Lin Feng laughed and said, "There aren't many girls who like reading nowadays. OK, I'll recommend a few to you..."
Guo Ranran said, "Please wait a moment. I'll go find a notebook and write down the books that Teacher Lin recommended."
Lin Feng laughed again. The leader said, "This little girl is quite studious, but it is true that as a post-00s, she is much better than many of the old comrades in our unit."
At the door, Wang Zixu looked back at Zhang Cangnian and whispered, "That's what we call coaxing."
……
The day after the little prince took leave, Huang Da's work quality deteriorated, his happiness index dropped significantly, and the whole company was shrouded in an atmosphere of anxiety.
He didn’t feel it when the little prince was here, but now that he has taken leave, Huang Da is almost having a nervous breakdown because of the word “script”.
"Huang Da, don't you have a new script yet? When will the script be sent out?"
"Big Boss, the script designer hasn't come back yet? When will he come back?"
"Boss! I haven't opened an order in two days! Where's my script?! Where's my script?! I can't do speech therapy without my script!"
Overnight, it seemed that everyone was reaching out to him for scripts. He sat blankly at his workstation, with the cursor flickering on the computer screen, as if he suddenly had no idea how to work.
At this moment, the cleaning lady appeared beside him with a sinister look and whispered in his ear: "Feet."
Huang Da was so stressed that he almost jumped up from his chair. He turned around and looked at his aunt, wanting to ask if she wanted to ask him to urge him to finish the script too?
Then the aunt said, "Lift it up."
"Oh."
After his aunt left, Huang Da felt that he couldn't go on like this.
He knocked on Zuo Ziliang's office door and told him the current situation. Zuo Ziliang looked up at him and said, "Is it really that serious? Can't we speech therapists do something about it?"
Huang Da said: "Since we no longer have scripts as a crutch, our speech therapists' performance has been far from satisfactory."
"Where's the data?"
"The number of orders has dropped by 13% for two consecutive days, the number of rewards has dropped by 30%, and the rating has dropped by 0.1."
Zuo Ziliang put his hands under his nose and made Commander Ikari's classic move.
“There are so many new users, can’t we let them reuse the old scripts?”
Huang Da said: "I told them the same thing, but from what they said, it didn't seem to work. First, they themselves couldn't remember which users had used which scripts. Second, some of our old script screenshots had been leaked, and some new users knew the routines and felt cheated. This was the main reason for the lower score."
Zuo Ziliang took a deep breath and said, "This is why I asked the Little Prince to train them. They are just using the script mechanically without fully understanding it."
Huang Da said, "Boss, what do you think we should do?"
Zuo Ziliang was still thinking when Ye Lan walked in and said, "What should we do? In my opinion, just fire the scriptwriter."
Hearing this, Huang Da turned around in horror. Zuo Ziliang's face changed and he waved his hand, asking Huang Da to go out.
Huang Da went out obediently, closing the door behind him. Only Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan were left in the office.
Zuo Ziliang asked, "What do you mean?"
"It's obvious," Ye Lan said, "What I mean is, since you can't control the script writer, kick him out. We don't want script writers anymore."
She lowered her head and stared at Zuo Ziliang. "If a company wants to get on the right track, it cannot allow people who are irreplaceable at work to exist. You are a management student, so you should understand this."
(End of this chapter)