Chapter 41 The Coronation of Napoleon I

Chapter 41 The Coronation of Napoleon I

Chapter 41 The Coronation of Napoleon I

Wang Zixu narrowed his eyes and his mind began to wander. Suddenly his name was called, and he suddenly became alert and no longer sleepy.

The leader said: "Our comrade Wang Zixu, ah, drank with us last time, ah, and his performance was very wonderful. Although he may not be favored by the real literary circles, ah, but among enthusiasts, ah, he is still very good. We should all encourage him and learn from him, ah, and read more."

After the leader finished speaking, his colleagues began to applaud, and he himself applauded as well. Everyone's eyes turned to Wang Zixu, expressing their condolences to him with applause. Whether they were willing or not, they followed the leader's rhythm and applauded continuously, like waves of sea water hitting the rocks, surging fiercely towards Wang Zixu in the center.

"Congratulations, Comrade Xiao Wang," said Director Gou.

What are you congratulating me for? Congratulations on being officially certified as a "literature lover"?

Wang Zixu held his hands in the air, not knowing whether to accept the applause calmly to show his confidence or to applaud with them to show his humility. The former would make him look conceited, while the latter would make him look cowardly. So he felt very uncomfortable.

The applause lasted for a minute, and Wang Zixu was in agony for a minute. He felt that there was a great absurdity hidden at the bottom of this scene.

Just like at the end of Evangelion, everyone was applauding Shinji Ikari. What on earth are you applauding for? He wanted to ask this question when he was a child watching the anime. He still wants to ask this question now.

A middle-aged white man with thick lips quietly came up behind him, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered to him:

"You have to know that you are not what they call a literature lover. You have chosen to embark on the road of literature with your free will and free choice. You are not a literature lover, you are a literature martyr. Today you are a literature lover in their eyes, but tomorrow you will be a madman, a hooligan, a coward, and an idiot. But you are you. You should not succumb to their gaze. Otherwise, there is no need to build a pot in hell. The eyes of others are your hell."

Wang Zixu looked back at him: "I know who you are, you are Sartre."

The man smiled: "Yes, I am Jean-Paul Sartre."

Wang Zixu said: "You are so ugly."

"That's okay, but you have to be the freest person on earth."

The man's figure disappeared, and Guo Ranran's furious face appeared behind him.

Ah oh.

Many years later, when Wang Zixu won a literary award and stood on the stage, facing the thunderous applause from hundreds of people below, he suddenly thought of this scene today.

It was then that he realized that the collective applause was a ceremony held by his colleagues, through which they forced the title of "literature lover" onto his head. This was not a congratulation, but a coronation, a coronation ceremony for "literature lovers".

All he tried to do later was to take the hat from the Pope and put it on himself, just like Napoleon did. You don't have the right to crown me. I am the only one who has that right.

……

In the evening, Wang Zixu received a call from Zuo Ziliang. His voice was very panicked and he was panting. He told him to meet at the coffee shop he usually went to.

He thought of a way to fool his wife, sneaked out of the house, and when he arrived at the location, he soon saw Zuo Ziliang's iconic bald head. When he saw his appearance clearly, he was really shocked.

Zuo Ziliang looked haggard, like a homeless man who had not slept for three days. Even the greasy spots on his bald head showed his fatigue.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Zixu sat down opposite him.

"Calm down first." Zuo Ziliang said.

Wang Zixu said: "I am very calm."

Zuo Ziliang said: "You will not be calm later."

"what happened?"

"Make sure you stay calm first."

"I have to know what happened first, right?"

"Damn it, you're not calm at all!" "You're the one who's not calm!"

Zuo Ziliang sighed, finally accepted the reality, and said, "Your script has been leaked."

Wang Zixu said: "What does it mean to be leaked?"

"literal meaning."

Wang Zixu was a little confused. Even if it was the literal meaning, he didn't know what it meant.

His scripts were sent to Zuo Ziliang at regular intervals and in fixed quantities, and then distributed to Wen Ai speech therapists by Zuo Ziliang. As for leaks, he had never thought of keeping them secret from the beginning. It was only a matter of time before someone saw them. He didn't understand what Zuo Ziliang was worried about.

Zuo Ziliang explained to him: "Not only was it leaked, but it was a complete leak. All your scripts from last month were leaked. They were posted online. And they were fucking popular."

"It was put online in an organized manner?" Wang Zixu straightened up.

Zuo Ziliang pushed the phone to him: "Look."

Zuo Ziliang showed him the Red Pepper Forum. Wang Zi fiddled with his phone for a while, watching and listening to Zuo Ziliang's explanation. When he understood the meaning of every piece of data and every piece of feedback on the page, he finally became anxious.

Because his script, titled "40 Love Letters from the Little Prince to the World", was posted online and became a hit.

At present, the number of people who have read his script has reached more than 200,000, the number of forwardings has exceeded 10,000, and several thousand people have sent flowers.

Flowers are virtual gifts that can only be purchased with money in this forum. Wang Zixu calculated that the cost of flowers alone was about 12,000 yuan.

He was dumbfounded.

"Doesn't that mean that this person made more than 10,000 yuan by using my manuscript?"

Zuo Ziliang took out a handkerchief from his bosom, wiped the sweat from his head and face, and said:
"No, money is a small matter..."

"More than 10,000! This is still a small matter!" Wang Zixu was a little excited. "I worked very hard for more than a month, and it's only 20,000!"

Zuo Ziliang reached out his hand to try to comfort her, and whispered, "Keep your voice down...Okay, it's true that this money is a lot for you, but there are worse things."

"How can I get my money back? Can I sue him?"

The more Zuo Ziliang wiped the sweat off his forehead, the more he said: "Alright, alright, this is secondary. The money is not important. What's important is..."

"Shut up! This money is important!"

Zuo Ziliang was shocked.

"Ten thousand yuan is equivalent to three thousand boxes of Dafengshou, seven hundred boxes of duck leg rice, one hundred and sixty boxes of calcium carbonate, fifty cans of milk powder, and an original Porsche headlamp. Do you care? You don't care at all, you only care about yourself!"

Zuo Ziliang took a long time to say, "Why did you buy Porsche headlights?"

"Who said I was going to buy it?"

Zuo Ziliang calmed down and said, "Don't worry about the money. If you want it, you can definitely get it back. I'm just afraid that you don't want it, but there is a more difficult problem in front of you."

"explain."

"We have a user who wants to see you." Zuo Ziliang looked up and said.

(End of this chapter)