Chapter 75 Commodity Fetishism

Chapter 75 Commodity Fetishism

Chapter 75 Commodity Fetishism

Although Xie Cong didn't like Wang Zixu, he remembered one thing correctly: Wang Zixu's ideal in high school was to become a unique person and live a unique life.

When he said this ideal, Xie Cong immediately felt angry. Later, when he thought about it, he still felt angry. Because he could never think of such pretentious words. Even if he could think of it, he would be embarrassed to say it in public.

But what he didn't know was that for Wang Zixu, this sentence was not just a show-off. On the contrary, it contained great pain.

For Wang Zixu, his life can be one of shining brightly and standing above others, or it can be one of sinking into the mud and dying - in other words, good or bad is not important, what is important is to be different from others.

In order to obtain that kind of life, Wang Zixu was ready to pay a price, even a huge price.

There is only one reason why he pursues being different - Chen Qingluo is different.

He knew that he didn't have the talent that Chen Qingluo had. Chen Qingluo stood out effortlessly, but if he wanted to be different, he would have to make huge sacrifices. He had to work very hard to catch up with Chen Qingluo's past.

However, what he didn't expect was that after he turned 20, he never lived for himself again.

Father, girlfriend, bank, leader... tangible and intangible responsibilities, heavy pressure, being pushed to follow the flow of life, it is difficult to live your own life.

He realized how heavy the oath he made in high school was. In this world, not many people are qualified to be him.

The first cigarette Wang Zixu smoked was Xuan He Men. He and his father smoked it in the toilet during the career crisis. At that time, he was busy coughing up phlegm. When he smoked this cigarette again at the age of 30, he found that the taste was too light. It did not have the sharp and painful throat hit of Da Feng Shou, just like his wild soul and the empty body of a dull life formed a sharp contrast. Xuan He Men was packed in the box of Da Feng Shou, and it was not even a cigarette itself.

He realized that the reason why people want to be themselves is because they are not themselves at present. Any attempt to follow the rules in their current identity will return to their original state under the influence of inertia.

If he wants to be himself, he doesn't have to be himself first, he can be the little prince first. Because there is no little prince in the world, and it is much easier to be the little prince than to be himself.

So, he went to Watsons and bought a black cotton mask to cover half of his face.

Walking out of the store, he saw his own figure in front of the glass window. He was wearing a plaid shirt with worn-out cuffs on the upper body and dull gray overalls on the lower body. This was his usual attire for many years and it had almost become part of his image and he had almost accustomed to it.

He realized that if he walked into Wen Ai Company like this, there was still a possibility of being discovered, so he strode into the store, gesticulating to the clerk and said:
"Is there any kind of clothing that is completely different in style from what I'm wearing, and very subversive?"

The clerk thought for a while, then nodded solemnly: "Yes."

She walked to the clothes rack and returned to Wang Zixu, holding a skirt in her hand.

Wang Zixu said, "Well, that's not what I meant. I just want to break through my inherent image, not my inherent gender. I mean, can you at least get some men's clothing?"

The clerk thought about it and clapped his hands: "Got it."

After a while, she came back with a gray windbreaker.

Wang Zixu touched the material of the windbreaker and felt that it was ordinary. He asked, "What's so special about it?"

The clerk said, “It’s very expensive.”

"..."

The clerk then said, "Aren't you trying to subvert your image? You're wearing all these cheap clothes, so if you buy something expensive, it will be more subversive than anything else!"

Wang Zixu felt that her words were hurtful, but also made a lot of sense.

Twenty minutes later, Wang Zixu, wearing a gray trench coat and Nike sneakers, walked out of the store. He wore a pair of coated sunglasses on the upper half of his face, while the lower half was covered by a black mask. He no longer looked as poor as before.

Actually, this outfit wasn't very expensive, only two thousand in total, not even including the value of the gifts he gave to his father. But this was the first time he had bought himself such a complete outfit in all these years. In the past, he had always worn plaid shirts.

Looking at himself in the window, Wang Zixu put his hands in his pockets and thought to himself: You have not been defeated by consumerism. Even under the layers of labels, your core has not changed.

He called Zuo Ziliang and said that he was 1 kilometer away from the company and would be there soon.

……

Wenmi Company, storm is coming.

In Wenmi Company, the ribbons on the central air conditioner were swaying, and the only sounds in the office were coughing, whispering, and the occasional sound of boiling water from the water dispenser.

A colleague leaned over and whispered, "Do you think the little prince will come?" Huang Da glanced at the conference room and said, "He will come. President Zuo and Manager Ye are all here. We have waited for so long. Apart from the little prince, who else would be so impressive?"

It was noon, and usually employees would take a nap at this time, but today was different.

Maybe it was because Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan didn't leave, or maybe it was because he heard that someone was coming, so taking a nap was not a big deal.

After hearing Huang Da's judgment, the colleague nodded and shrank back. After two minutes, he slowly leaned over again and asked: "What do you think the little prince looks like?"

Huang Da said: "How should I know? To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised whether the person who shows up at the door later is a university professor or a Mao Dun Literature Prize winner."

A colleague said, "The little prince can't be very old, right?"

Huang Da said: "Who knows? Some people get prettier as they get older. It takes more than ten or twenty years to master her writing style."

Another colleague nearby joined the discussion: "Yeah, who says old men can't pick up girls? Take Leo for example, how many girlfriends has he had? Aren't they all young ladies? Age is not important, temperament is what matters most."

"Temperament? If I had Leo's money, I would date 20-year-olds. No, I date 18-year-olds!"

"You beast, you're looking for an 18-year-old who's still in high school!"

"Isn't it time for you to go to college at 18?"

"You must be in your senior year. You picked up all the girls in your senior year. You are such a beast."

Huang Da frowned and said, "This is off topic again! Is this the main point?"

Colleagues stopped whispering, and the operations manager next to them shrank his neck: "Are you coming or not? I'm anxious."

There is a corridor outside Wenai Company, and opposite the corridor is a floor-to-ceiling window. In order to maintain privacy, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window are usually lowered, leaving only the lower half exposed.

Huang Da and others saw the hem of a windbreaker fluttering in the corridor, a pair of new shoes creaking, and someone was walking quickly.

"The little prince is here." Huang Da hit his colleague with his hand, "The little prince is here!"

The employees in the office all raised their heads and poked their heads out from over their computers, like a group of Timon in "The Lion King".

I saw a thin man with his face covered tightly by sunglasses and a mask appear at the door with his hands in his pockets.

He stood at the door with his legs apart, looking around, as if he wanted to ask something, but finally decided not to say a word. At this time, the door of the conference room opened, and Zuo Ziliang appeared in front of the door. He was about to extend his hand to say hello, but when he looked closely, he showed a suspicious look again.

However, when the man saw Zuo Ziliang, he ran over, sprained his leg halfway, and finally limped into the meeting room as if fleeing from something.

The employees watched the man enter the meeting room. Huang Da frowned and said, "Who spilled water at the door today? The little prince almost fell down!"

A colleague asked, "Is that really the Little Prince? Why does he look much younger than I imagined?"

"You guys laughed at me for wearing Nike, but didn't the little prince also wear Nike?" a colleague said, stretching out his foot.

……

Wang Zixu rushed into the meeting room, took off his sunglasses and gasped.

The first half was going pretty well, but when I got nervous at the end, my left foot tripped over my right foot and the whole thing collapsed.

Ye Lan sat on the sofa, staring at him with a smile: "Why are you dressed like this today? Who are you showing off to when you look so handsome?"

The prince sat down calmly, feeling somewhat satisfied. He waved his hands in the air and said, "It's just a disguise, not a special dress-up."

Ye Lan leaned over and touched his sleeves: "The long windbreaker suits you very well, but the colors are a mess. It would be better if you bought a black one."

Zuo Ziliang tapped the table with his ballpoint pen and said, "Let's discuss clothing later. This is the first meeting of our new board of directors, and we have some serious issues to discuss."

Wang Zixu sat upright, and Zuo Ziliang lowered his voice and said, "This month, the performance of our app is not very good, and the danger is greater than the opportunity."

(End of this chapter)