Chapter 24 One-Dimensional Building
Chapter 24 One-Dimensional Building (Thanks to Alliance Leader Fang Haoyuetian)
The next day, Wang Zixu woke up on the floor. The moment he opened his eyes, he suspected that he had fought a life-and-death struggle with the floor at night, and his whole body was in terrible pain.
When he got home last night, he was in a very excited mood and had a lot to say to his wife.
He felt that he had accomplished a great feat. He tried to organize his words, and he tried to use his Nobel Prize-winning language reserves to tell his wife what happened today.
But after he finished organizing the outline, he suddenly realized that it didn't seem to be a big deal.
Regardless of whether it was his feat of risking his entire career or Raymond Lam's words of praise, the greatest significance was just a small victory for his inner world. The only social impact was to provide more topics for conversation after dinner, which only added to the laughter.
Compared to the 50 chances of winning the Nobel Prize in Literature, this incident is so insignificant that it is not even as important as one of them.
So, in the end, he smiled crookedly and said simply and concludingly:
"I talked to them about literature and they were all shocked; I drank with them and they all got drunk; Raymond Lam said I should be on the literary scene, but I felt he was drunk."
The wife was also shocked. She twisted her mouth for a long time before she said, "You're crazy. I think you're drunk."
Wang Zixu was in a great mood, so he lifted his wife's skirt like peeling a banana and began to rub her.
The wife squinted her eyes and hummed. She was originally very cooperative, but just when she was feeling warm and affectionate, she suddenly opened her eyes and kicked him off the sofa, saying:
"You reek of alcohol, it stinks! I told you to prepare for pregnancy, didn't it go in vain?"
"Is it in vain?" Wang Zixu stood up like a crow, "Then don't prepare it!"
His wife put her foot on his stomach, her calves stretched straight: "Start from today, start all over again! There is not much time left!"
Wang Zixu kneaded his wife's feet and said, "There is still time. One or two days won't be a big deal."
The wife also pushed forward with her other foot: "What if I get hit?"
The prince was discouraged.
The wife climbed down from the sofa, walked past him haughtily, and said, "You reek of alcohol today, don't sleep with me, sleep on the small bed. Go take a shower."
The prince went to the toilet dejectedly and took off his pants, but the idiot refused to give in and his body was so stiff that he couldn't take off his pants for a long time.
This stupid guy has a bronze luster like a Greek bodybuilding sculpture, with bulging veins, beard and hair, and he always maintains a high fighting spirit, which is in sharp contrast to his real self.
He couldn't help but get angry and slapped the stupid thing on the side of its face: "You're not done yet, are you?"
This hit knocked him out of consciousness. His next memory was waking up on the floor in a small room, with pain all over his body.
Wang Zixu had just finished dressing and washing up when he received a phone call. The note on the phone was "Chief Liu from the Government Office", but he had no impression of this person at all.
After answering the phone, he suddenly remembered that this person was the one at the dinner table yesterday and was also a member of the inspection team.
The inspection team led by Lin Feng did not belong to a certain unit, but came from all corners of the country and was organized together. Lin Feng had the highest rank, so he led the team.
As the government office is a powerful department, not to mention the section chief, even ordinary clerks cannot be careless. Wang Zixu greeted the man respectfully, and then asked him what he wanted to do on the weekend.
The man on the other end smiled embarrassedly and said, "I have a good thing and would like to invite you to the government office to discuss it. Although it is a holiday, it will definitely not waste his time and it will definitely be worth his special trip to the government office."
The other party's words were so vague that Wang Zixu felt the unfathomable power. He was not so ignorant as to refuse the other party, but he did not know why the other party wanted to see him.
On the way to the government office, the least absurd reason he could think of was to help the leader's children with their summer homework.
The government office is only one street away from Wang Zixu's unit. Although his unit is close to the building, it is far away from the power center, and usually there is not much business dealings with the government office.
His unit was a three-story building that adopted a combination of Chinese and European architectural styles and was ranked at the top of the city's fashion index - unfortunately, that was 50 years ago.
50 years later, the squat Western-style buildings have become a thing of the past, while the government office building across the street is a tall and handsome young man. The government office building is 12 stories high, with a watery dark blue atomic mirror glass from top to bottom, which is one-way transparent. Transparency represents the clean and honest style of keeping everything to oneself; one-way represents the serious attitude of orderly operation of power.
Wang Zixu did not argue with the security comrades at the door for long. He mentioned Chief Liu's name and they let him through.
This was his first time entering the building. Whether it was the clean and bright marble floor or the simple and elegant dome ceiling, they all left a deep impression on him. For a moment, he felt like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
When he arrived at the floor designated by Section Chief Liu, he walked along a long corridor, counting the office numbers along the way.
Today is Saturday, but almost all offices are open and filled with people. In the first office, a young comrade is mopping the floor with a mop; in the second office, a bald middle-aged man is shaking a cup to pour out tea leaves; in the third office, a dignified man in a white shirt is sitting on a chair facing the door. He glanced at him fiercely, and with just one glance, he felt cold all over and hurried away.
When they arrived at the agreed office, Wang Zixu saw Section Chief Liu sitting inside. When he saw him, a smile broke out on the face of the middle-aged man wearing glasses.
"Here you go, sit down."
He pointed to the leather sofa next to him. As soon as Wang Zixu sat down, his body sank down, as soft as a trap.
Wang Zixu was a little reserved and said, "Chief Liu, you are looking for me..."
Section Chief Liu sat on a chair opposite him, holding a teacup in his hand, crossing his legs, looking at him with a smile, and his voice covered his:
"Then you have always been interested in studying literature?"
Wang Zixu was interrupted by him and followed his topic: "It can't be called research, I just like reading."
Section Chief Liu asked, "How many have you seen?"
Wang Zixu raised his head and thought about it, then said, "I haven't calculated it specifically, but it's quite a lot anyway. If we count by the number of words, it's probably over a billion."
Section Chief Liu said, "Oh."
After saying this, he lowered his head and drank his tea.
While he was drinking tea, Wang Zixu finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Chief Liu, why did you ask me to come here?"
Section Chief Liu drank his tea while shaking his head, then spit out the tea leaves, closed the cup lid, raised his head, and said:
"I'd better not tell you in advance. Director Mei wants to see you now. Wait for him to come and tell you."
"Director Mei?"
Hearing this name, Wang Zixu was startled.
Although he was oblivious to what was happening outside, knew little about local celebrities, and never watched news on local TV stations, he still knew the name "Director Mei."
Mei Rucheng was the number one writer of the Government Office. All important speeches issued by the Government Office were drafted by him.
In the local magazine "Xihe Literature and Art", each issue has a short essay by a heavyweight on the title page. He appears there frequently, with a cold style and strong logic.
With his qualifications, he was more than qualified to be the chairman of the Writers Association, but he was so busy with his actual job that he was too lazy to even take on the honorary title and declined the other party's kind invitation.
As long as you survive in the system, you will most likely have heard of Mei Rucheng's name. So even a Buddhist like Wang Zixu knows him.
Wang Zixu asked, "When will Director Mei come?"
As they were talking, a burly man strode into the office and threw his briefcase on the table. Chief Liu instantly changed his relaxed attitude and stood up respectfully.
"Director Mei, you are here."
(End of this chapter)