Chapter 63 Fantasy Killer

Wang Zixu was in a bad mood and was very aggressive. He glared at Shen Qingfeng murderously and said, "If you want to hear the name of the dish, go home and find your mother. I meant the title of the book, not the name of the dish. Oh, sorry, I forgot. You haven't read many books."

The above is what he was going to say. Before he could finish, Lin Feng stood up and said:
"Shen Qingfeng, if you have a problem with me, there is no need to belittle brother Wang Zixu. Sooner or later, he will be the top figure in the literary world. Don't look down on others."

Shen Qingfeng was amused: "You own the literary world? Where is your Lin Feng? Why can't I see him? But it's none of my business whether you come or not. I'm here to see Lady Ning."

Lin Feng's nose was crooked with anger. He clenched his fists, but held Wang Zixu with great forbearance and whispered, "Don't be impulsive. Actually, his target is me."

Wang Zixu: “…”

Wang Zixu was not impulsive at all, he was just a little depressed. If Lin Feng had not spoken just now, he could have been the C as well.

Ning Chunyan had a gloomy face (he looked good even when he had one), and turned away, not wanting to pay attention to Shen Qingfeng. Instead, Shen Qingfeng came up to him like a teddy bear and said in a low voice:
"Ms. Ning, I heard at the meeting just now that you want to start a literary magazine?"

Ning Chunyan said: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Lin Feng and Wang Zixu turned to look at her at the same time.

Such a big thing, but Ning Chunyan has been here for such a long time and didn’t mention it at all.

Shen Qingfeng said, "What's wrong? Are you crazy? Physical books are almost dying out these days, but you're still rushing in. What's your thinking?"

Ning Chunyan placed his hands flat on his legs, sitting elegantly, as if he was accepting an interview: "I just want to give those authors who are wandering on the edge of serious literature a chance to speak out."

Shen Qingfeng's eyebrows moved: "You are not thinking about the little prince who has become popular recently, right?"

Hearing this, Wang Zixu's heart skipped a beat.

Ning Chunyan didn't answer, Shen Qingfeng lowered his head and asked: "Did you predict it?"

Ning Chunyan looked calm, with beautiful eyes and eyebrows: "The current literary environment in our country is either high-end and out of touch with reality, or too commercial when it comes to being down to earth. Some eccentric souls have nowhere to go. I just want to provide a platform to accommodate these voices."

Shen Qingfeng shook his head: "If you are inspired by the story of the Little Prince, then I am not optimistic about the future of your magazine. The Little Prince just became popular unexpectedly, and he is very dramatic, so he triggered a temporary online frenzy. When this wave of wind passes, no one will remember who he is."

Ning Chunyan combed her hair and said, "You're not a prophet either, are you?"

Shen Qingfeng turned around, pulled up his belt, and said, "How about I invest 70 yuan in you?"

Ning Chunyan's eyes lit up: "Aren't you pessimistic?"

Shen Qingfeng said with a smile: "Even if I don't think it will be a success, I still want to support Ning Cainu. I have only two conditions."

Ning Chunyan asked: "Which two conditions?"

Shen Qingfeng held up his finger: "First, I will be the editor-in-chief of your magazine. Your ideas are a bit far-fetched, and it is very likely that you will not be able to make back your investment in manuscript selection and use. I can't bear to see you lose money. Second, I want to upgrade your title and call you 'Spring Banquet', how about it?"

Ning Chunyan's face turned cold, but his tone was still decent: "Forget it. I already have a candidate for editor-in-chief in mind."

Shen Qingfeng was rejected in person, but he didn't get angry. He smiled and said, "Then I'll increase it to 80?"

Ning Chunyan shook his head: "This is not about money."

"There is nothing in this world that is not about money." Shen Qingfeng counted on his fingers for her, "Will you distribute it nationwide? If you distribute it nationwide, no amount of money will cover it. Rent, water, electricity, and labor, which one doesn't cost money? You have money, but can your family support it?"

Ning Chunyan hesitated a little: "I'm not considering national distribution yet, let's focus on the province first." Shen Qingfeng shook his head and said: "National literary magazines have little influence now. If you only focus on the province, can you go beyond it?"

Ning Chunyan said: "There is no rush to consider this matter now. Anyway, I have no plan to start the magazine now."

Although she said so, Wang Zixu saw that her fist on her leg was slightly clenched. It was obvious that she was a little nervous.

Shen Qingfeng said: "Whenever you change your mind, come find me. I don't have anything else but I am rich!"

Shen Qingfeng left. Ning Chunyan was worried and left soon too.

Since Wang Zixu's novel was already scheduled to be published in Xihe Literature and Art next month, he and Lin Feng had no reason to stay here. They left the Literary Association one after the other.

When he walked out of the door and the setting sun shone on him, he remembered that this was his first time to visit the Literary Association. This might be something worth remembering. Being able to visit the Literary Association was his dream. He longed to come here as a writer, where people would look at him politely and with respect in their eyes. But this first experience was not very good.

He looked back at the slightly shabby building, and the aura it had in his eyes disappeared. It was as if the magic had failed. It was a long time before he realized that the reason for the failure of the magic was money. This was also a place supported by money, just like marriage.

Money is the "fantasy killer" that can make all magic fail.

He and Lin Feng walked side by side, both of them were speechless, and Lin Feng suddenly said: "I didn't expect Shen Qingfeng also wanted to pursue Ning Cainu."

Wang Zixu turned around suddenly: "What? Is he chasing Ning Chunyan?"

"Yeah, didn't you see?"

Lin Feng looked back at him, his eyes seemed to say "Brother, you are a little slow."

Prince Xu was speechless. No wonder he felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly. So this was the root cause.

Lin Feng sighed: "To be honest, I have no right to discuss other people's love affairs, but I will say one more thing. Shen Qingfeng and Ning Cainu are really not a good match."

Wang Zixu kicked away a stone: "They can't be together. Ning Cainu looks down on Shen Qingfeng, he is too greasy."

Lin Feng shook his head: "That may not be the case. Shen Qingfeng's behavior may seem sleazy to us, but in the eyes of the girls who are being flattered, spending money lavishly is very generous. If they can really run this magazine, they will most likely be together. I don't know how long they can stay together, but they will definitely be together."

Wang Zixu shook his head: "No."

Both of them sighed, and recalled many poems of women's complaints. But then they thought, flowers wither and water flows, what does it have to do with them? They are all married people. It's just a kind of sadness and melancholy that is unique to pedantic literati.

"Let's go get a late-night snack later to celebrate your first step into the Xihe literary world." Lin Feng said with a smile, "Do you want to go straight away or go home first?"

Wang Zixu said: "I'll go home first."

Raymond Lam said, "Yeah, I also have to go home and calm my wife down."

The two parted at the crossroads. When the prince turned a corner and walked to the road outside the government office that was lined with camphor trees, a voice came from behind:
"Hey, that married prince Xu!"

Wang Zixu turned around and saw a Porsche Cayenne slowly approaching. He smiled and said, "You don't have to tease me about this every time, right?"

Ning Chunyan said: "Why not? I plan to remember this grudge for the rest of my life. If you want me to stop remembering it, either I get married or you get divorced."

After that, she added considerately, "Of course, I'm not cursing you to get divorced. Don't get divorced. Live a good life with your wife."

(End of this chapter)

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