Chapter 51 Appeasement Policy
Chapter 51 Appeasement Policy
Cheng Xing typed in the computer:
"Everything else is easy to deal with. I am happy to see the Little Prince's works published in a more serious magazine like Literary World. This will be more conducive to the dissemination of the works. The only problem is the issue of royalties. You know, I can't contact the Little Prince himself."
After a while, Tian Zhenlei on the other side replied:
"Is there really no other way? It would be a shame if we couldn't publish it because of the issue of royalties."
Cheng Xing bit his lip for a while. The editor-in-chief of "Literary World" came to invite him to contribute. If it were him, he would brag about it for ten years. But since they asked for the contribution from the little prince, he couldn't be emotional and had to stay rational.
"I've never asked for tips, but there are still many readers who give me tips. I've made 20,000 yuan now. After splitting it in half with the platform, I still have 10,000 yuan left," Cheng Xing typed. "I created a special bank account and put all the money in it. When I find the little prince in the future, I'll return it to him."
"sure!"
Tian Zhenlei was very excited and said, "We can also create an account here, and we will deposit a fee into it for every article we publish. To be honest, the fee is not much. I just think that this needs to be done by someone."
Cheng Xing's eyes filled with tears instantly: "When I saw the manuscript of The Little Prince, I also had this sense of mission and felt that I must do this. To be honest, at first I looked like a clown in the eyes of many people. Thank you for your understanding and resonance, which made me feel that I am not fighting alone."
Tian Zhenlei said: "It's as it should be. Good things are good things. Pioneers should stand at the forefront of aesthetics and say NO to losers. If I don't recognize the Little Prince, should I give the market to some other authors?"
Cheng Xing didn't dare to reply. He felt that Tian Zhenlei's blow could bring down a whole boat of people. Tian Zhenlei added, "I'm also planning to put a missing person notice in the magazine. No, a missing author notice. Anyone who has any clues about the little prince can report it to us."
Cheng Xing said, "Is this okay? You are the "Literary World" magazine, right?"
Tian Zhenlei said: "What's wrong with it? Don't you think that this matter itself is an absurd metaphor? The seemingly elegant but actually vulgar is in the palace, and the seemingly vulgar but actually elegant is dormant in the world. It's time for thunder and the awakening of hibernation! "Literary World" is nothing! I will try to get him on "Yangtze River" in the future!"
Cheng Xing was shocked. Only the editor-in-chief of the magazine was qualified to say, "Literary World is shit." He didn't even dare to agree.
……
"Xihe Literature and Art is nothing!"
After Wang Zixu finished speaking, he suddenly felt relaxed all over, from the hair to every pore.
This was more than just a relief. When he said this, he finally broke the heavy shackles that had been on his shoulders and found the essence of work.
"You need to unite with your colleagues, understand?" The night before his first day at work, his father patted him on the shoulder and taught him, "Don't learn from my foul language. It's uncivilized. Damn."
He did indeed continue to pursue this policy, but he found that although he wanted to unite others, others were unwilling to unite with him.
A colleague used to borrow 2,000 yuan from Wang Zixu to help him with gambling, but he never paid it back and was later transferred out of the company. The next day after he left, he blocked Wang Zixu on WeChat, which made him depressed for a long time.
When Director Gou took office, he also worked hard to help him. However, because Director Gou wanted to illegally reimburse a small amount of money, he refused to sign as the person in charge. Since then, Director Gou has been cold to him, and all his previous dedication has been in vain.
Not to mention that before the last inspection, the leader arranged for him and Guo Ranran to form a team. He said that the old should lead the new, but in fact, there was no clear distinction between superiors and subordinates. Guo Ranran simply regarded him as a helper and pushed a lot of work in his own department to him.
In the entire unit, there is no one as honest as Wang Zixu, who would help others without complaint. Not to mention those who do not seek progress and would rather not do their own work.
Guo Ranran had just graduated from school and entered the hospital. He probably didn't understand the intricacies of the workplace. He didn't rely on his senior status to teach him. He just wanted to use his own actions to let Guo Ranran understand that he should do things within his ability selflessly and not live like a petty person. Unexpectedly, after Guo Ranran accepted his kindness as a matter of course, she stabbed him in the back.
If it weren't for this knife, he wouldn't have felt so much pain. He had endured it for so many years, so why not endure it just this once more? But this knife woke him up, and he realized a truth:
If we seek unity through struggle, then unity will survive; if we seek unity through compromise, then unity will die.
In layman's terms, this world is a world that needs to be fucked, and there are many people who need to be fucked in this world. They don't understand high-level language, nobleness, dedication, and the like. If you work with them according to that logic, they will only try their best to fuck you. You can only fuck them up before they understand: Oh, it turns out that this can't be fucked.
A gentleman is concerned with righteousness, while a villain is concerned with profit. Confucius taught everyone without distinction, but even he did not treat everyone equally. Wang Zixu once wanted to treat everyone equally, but now he finds that some people are not worthy of it.
So, he now said this frankly:
"Xihe Literature and Art is nothing."
It is better to disgust others than to disgust yourself. This is the ultimate trick of life.
"Brother Wang." Diao Yiwen stood up, an apologetic look on her face, "You misunderstood, we weren't talking about you just now."
Song Yinglian said: "Yes, we were just chatting and happened to talk about you. We were also talking about how you, Brother Wang, turned the tide that day and your operation was praised by people."
The three of them immediately agreed and looked at each other, their eyes full of sincerity. But some acting elements still inadvertently leaked out.
"Are you sure that I am praised by others and not slandered behind their backs?"
After Wang Zixu finished speaking, everyone fell silent.
He couldn't help but sneer, walked in, and sat down next to Diao Yiwen.
The little girl quickly moved to make room for him, but did not dare to stand up. She glanced at him cautiously.
There was only so much space on the wooden sofa to sit on. When Song Yinglian saw that he was almost sticking to Diao Yiwen, his eyes were about to burst, but he dared not say anything.
Wang Zixu said kindly: "Didn't you say that I don't communicate with you often? I think it's true. I don't communicate with you often, so I came here to talk to you and have some small talk."
Diao Yiwen smiled awkwardly, and Guo Ranran raised her head and said, "But, Brother Wang, we can't let go if you sit here. Please consider our feelings!"
Wang Zixu was still smiling amiably: "Hehe, when you were making up stories about me behind my back just now, did you ever consider my feelings? You can say bad things about me behind my back, and you can't let go of me when I'm in front of you, but I don't even blame you!"
After Wang Zixu finished speaking, everyone present broke out in a sweat.
Diao Yiwen said softly, "Brother Wang, it's our fault. They were a little careless and disrespectful to you just now. I apologize. If you have any opinions, please criticize and correct us. We are all new to work and have no social experience. We need seniors like you to guide and give us advice."
Wang Zixu raised his eyebrows and said, "That's a very accurate statement. I wish I could be as eloquent and flexible as you. But don't bring up the fact that I just started working. When I first started working, I didn't dare to say bad things about my colleagues behind their backs. This is the basic principle of being a human being. I come from a single-parent family. I didn't have a mother to teach me. Didn't your mother teach me too?"
(End of this chapter)