Chapter 66 Social Network
Chapter 66 Social Network
Ning Chunyan stretched out a snow-white finger, like a ballet dancer's toes, and lightly tapped the hands-free key. Then she returned to the keyboard according to the inherent rhythm, trying to maintain her original input rhythm.
A soft and beautiful voice came from the phone:
"Xiaochun, are you really planning to publish a magazine?"
The reason why I say it is "qualified" as soft is because the owner of this voice does not deliberately pursue softness. She even has a bit of a disciplined tone, but the effect presented is very soft and sticky. It's like pulling the sharpness shadow to the lowest to take a photo of the sunset, and the black and white photo will have soft light, not cold or hard at all.
Ning Chunyan didn't care at all. He said while typing on the keyboard: "Yes, what's wrong?"
The woman said anxiously, "Don't you know what the print media market is like now? You're still trying to get in. Your little money isn't enough to cover your three-month spending."
Ning Chunyan smiled evilly: "That's because you don't know who my editor-in-chief is."
“Who is your editor-in-chief?”
"The first talented woman of the 21st century, the first prize winner of the 24th New Sprout Award, the winner of the 35th Emerging Writer Award, the queen of the poetic world, the ruler of the world in the rain..."
"Enough, enough," the woman said impatiently, like a spoiled child, "You want me to be the editor-in-chief of your magazine? Stop it, you know I don't like taking risks. Let me ask you first, how are your preparations going?"
Ning Chunyan chuckled.
Shen Qingfeng is not the only one in the world who has so many titles. Her best friend also has one.
The difference is that most of Shen Qingfeng's titles were packaged by his marketing team, while this best friend's titles were forcefully given to her by the media.
She herself doesn't care about these false reputations at all. Her writing style is eccentric and fanciful, but her personality is calm and cautious, money is the most important thing, and she is careful in every step. She is not the kind of talented woman touted on TV at all.
In a way, she was very similar to a "mature married man" she had met. Or maybe they were the same type of person.
Ning Chunyan was not satisfied with those titles, especially the title of "talented woman". You are a talented woman, I am a talented woman, it seems that talented women are everywhere.
If she were to take action, she would crown this best friend with such titles: genius, money-grubber, with enchanting abs, and someone who makes you want to pinch her face.
Ning Chunyan replied: "I am basically ready for everything now, except for you."
"I don't believe it. Where is your office?"
"Donghai, maybe. I've found a good location." Ning Chunyan stretched lazily, her soft waist swaying in her hand. "I plan to persuade my dad to sell the house in Sanya and buy one in Donghai. If I lose money, maybe I can make my money back from real estate."
The woman on the other end laughed angrily: "We haven't even started yet, and you're already thinking about losing money, right?"
“I learned this from you.”
The person on the other end of the phone said seriously, "Tell me, Xiaochun, who inspired you to start a magazine?"
Ning Chunyan did not answer her question, but asked: "I asked you to watch The Love Letter of the Little Prince, have you watched it?"
"I usually don't watch things that go viral right away. I'll let it settle for a while."
"I knew it." Ning Chunyan said, "You haven't seen it, so you don't understand."
"So we have nothing in common, right?" the other side said sarcastically, "Fortunately, we are still best friends. After all, there is still a gap because of men."
The two of them played around for a while, and Ning Chunyan suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, Qingluo, I have a question for you."
"Ask." "If you admire and admire an idol very much, and one day you suddenly find out that he might be a married man, but you are not sure, what will you do?"
"Oh, I told you to chase after a star, but now your reputation has collapsed, right?" A disdainful voice of gloating came from the other end, "Who are you talking about?"
……
"Isn't this Wang Zixu?"
A familiar yet unfamiliar male voice came from behind. Wang Zixu felt a chill on his back and turned back stiffly.
A familiar face appeared before him. Xie Cong, he remembered this name. This was his high school classmate. They were not close friends back then, but he could still call each other's name after so many years, which showed that they had a deep bond.
Wang Zixu hadn't run into old friends for many years. He didn't like to go out on the street, and he never socialized. In addition, most of his old friends had moved far away, so he had no chance to run into them. This was the first time he had run into a high school classmate in many years.
There was a time when he wanted to reunite with his old friends, but as he got worse and worse, he became more and more closed off. He was worried about hearing news about his former classmates, especially that person, and he didn't want them to know about his situation.
This little bit of self-pride was the last bit of dignity he left for himself, not to mention that he didn't wash his hair today.
However, fate always plays tricks on people before they wash their hair. It was at this moment that he unexpectedly bumped into his past.
"It's really Wang Zixu," Xie Cong looked him up and down, "You've gained weight."
The prince said with a stiff face: "Long time no see."
Xie Cong and his group included several people, both men and women, and someone in the crowd shouted, "Isn't this Lin Feng?"
Lin Feng looked over and found that it was someone from the Literary Association.
At this point, the two had to stand up and face each other. Wang Zixu still underestimated the density of the acquaintance network in small places. In Xihe, one out of every three people you meet may be an acquaintance of yours.
Xie Cong came back to attend a classmate's wedding. He is now working in the advertising industry in Donghai and has some resources. With the help of an acquaintance, he arranged a party to have a meal and chat.
Wang Zixu and Lin Feng were both claimed by the new table, and the other party invited them warmly, so they felt embarrassed not to share the table. The other party asked Lin Feng and Wang Zixu to sit at the top, and Xie Cong sat next to Wang Zixu.
After sitting down, the other party's first sentence made his scalp tingle:
"I just heard a while ago that there was a guy named Wang Zixu in Xihe who was playing some literary relay game with Mr. Lin Feng, and ended up getting the whole table drunk. Could it be you, ah, old classmate?"
Facing Xie Cong's gaze, Wang Zixu could only nod. Xie Cong patted his shoulder excitedly: "How are you now? Have you become General Lin's trusted general?"
Lin Feng waved his hands quickly: "What confidant and beloved general? This is my brother, Brother Zixu."
"Oh." Xie Cong replied indifferently, "A few years ago, I heard that Lao Wang became a civil servant. It was widely spread among our classmates. I didn't ask much about it. Is he still a civil servant now?"
Wang Zixu's heart skipped a beat: "When did this become so widely known? Why didn't I see it?"
Xie Cong smiled and said, "It's just a small group that our circle formed privately for other things. You shouldn't be in it."
Wang Zixu lowered his head and drank his tea: "I am still a career writer now."
Xie Cong asked: "Are you still in contact with Chen Qingluo?"
When Wang Zixu heard the name "Chen Qingluo", his head exploded and started buzzing.
(End of this chapter)