Chapter 84: The Siege of Baideng
Chapter 84: The Siege of Baideng (Thanks to the leader Mr. Yun Qing)
Ye Lan's eyes were watery as she bit her lips to peek at his expression, and she almost had "fight, fight" written on her face.
She didn't find it "interesting", she just wanted to have fun.
Wang Zixu didn't want to show her the fun, so he just said calmly: "Okay, I get it. And I don't think it's very interesting."
Ye Lan looked disappointed: "You really don't have any temper at all?"
"You didn't see me when I lost my temper. Besides, even if I lost my temper, I wouldn't lose my temper with nobody," said Wang Zixu.
"Hmph." Ye Lan made a voice that sounded a bit arrogant. "You are a shareholder now. Do you have any suggestions on how to deal with this speech therapist? Do you want to block his account?"
Wang Zixu said: "Why ban him? With this kind of perception, he has eliminated himself."
"You seem quite confident."
Wang Zixu said: "Our first batch of scripts have been released, and we should be able to see the results today."
"How much do you think it can improve?"
“The retention rate was 6% before? I think it can be raised to 10%.”
Ye Lan opened his mouth and said, "Are you really that confident? If you can achieve 10% retention in one day, you are better than those top operators."
Wang Zixu said: "Actually, I think it can reach 15%."
Outside the door, prospective scriptwriters came back one after another, all sweating profusely and complaining.
Ye Lan raised her lips, as if she was thinking of something bad. She said, "Okay, but what if we don't reach 15% today?"
"Then just pretend I didn't say anything."
Seeing that the prince was not going to fall for it, Ye Lan shouted, "Tsk, it's boring, it's totally boring."
Wang Zixu stood up and went to open the door for the scriptwriters.
Qiu Ze's timing was very clever. Wen Ai Club had just been established, and he jumped out to advocate the uselessness of scripts. It was like Zhuge Liang had just been invited to the thatched cottage three times, and Xiahou Dun ran over to burn Bowang as a demonstration.
Wang Zixu knew that Qiu Ze was not the only one. The speech therapist team was so large, and Zuo Ziliang had recently added a large number of new staff members. Their quality varied greatly, so not everyone would be convinced by this "little prince".
In fact, his current situation is also quite dangerous, a bit like the Han Dynasty after the Siege of Baideng. He urgently needs a victory like Huo Qubing's blitzkrieg against the Xiongnu to thoroughly establish his position. If he loses the battle to establish the country, the people's hearts will be scattered, and he will not be able to speak in the team in the future.
He turned around and said to Ye Lan: "If I lose, I will treat you to a midnight snack tonight."
Ye Lan was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, I'm going to the seafood city to eat lobster."
Wang Zixu said: "It's a pity that I can't lose."
Ye Lan felt like he couldn't hold back his anger: "Really?"
Wang Zixu said: "What if you lose? If you lose, you won't have to perform your talent show?"
Ye Lan insisted: "Yes."
Wang Zixu began to be confused.
He felt that Ye Lan agreed a little too readily. He wondered if Ye Lan had any information she hadn't told him yet.
He probed, "If you lose, will you dance at the annual meeting?"
"Sure, sure." Ye Lan agreed readily.
"Is there something you didn't tell me?" Wang Zixu asked. His worries came true, and Ye Lan burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you just realized it? To tell you the truth, our app exploded again yesterday, with an unprecedented daily download volume of more than 10. If you can achieve a 15% retention rate, it means you have attracted 1 new users a day. My dancing is nothing, even if I dance in a maid outfit and fishnet stockings, it doesn't matter! The key is that you can't do it, hahaha..."
The prince stood there in a daze. It turned out that the trap was waiting here.
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The security door opened, revealing a beautiful face. Ning Chunyan stood at the door holding a box of bird's nest in both hands and said in a sweet voice, "Hello, Master!"
"Xiaochun is here? Come in, come in. Why are you carrying things when you come to play? This kid is really..."
The old man invited Ning Chunyan into the house. Ning Chunyan went in obediently, changed into slippers, and walked into the inner room with his hands behind his back.
There were dark blue rocks and fans on the shelves next to the porch. There was a large Qianlong yellow vase on one side of the hall, an eight-immortal table in the middle, and armchairs on both sides. On the wall hung a calligraphy by Yao Xueji, but the cursive script was so vague that it was hard to make out what was written. On top of the cupboard stood a white jade statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, which had obviously been consecrated.
The old man was playing with two walnuts in his hand. He took Ning Chunyan into the house and saw Lin Feng and Li Tingfang. Li Tingfang was lying on a recliner in the sun, and Lin Feng was rubbing her shoulders from behind.
Seeing Ning Chunyan, Lin Feng said happily: "Ms. Ning, you came to see Teacher Li?"
Ning Chunyan nodded, a little surprised by this unexpected encounter, but it wasn't strange after thinking about it. Today is Saturday.
As the president of the Literary Association, Li Tingfang's home can be said to be a landmark building in the literary world of Xihe City. The old lady is warm and hospitable. Every weekend, the place is as lively as a cultural salon. It is normal to see anyone here. It can be said that Li Tingfang's home is the Xihe version of Flaubert's dormitory and Lin Huiyin's living room. It is really a place where great scholars talk and laugh, and there are no ordinary people coming and going. Today, only Lin Feng is here, and Ning Chunyan arrived early.
"Xiaochun is here." The old lady smiled, her silver hair shining in the sun, "Do you want to be the president of the Xihe Literary Association?"
Ning Chunyan was at a loss for words: "Teacher, you told me this when I first arrived. I wasn't prepared for this! Is it okay to talk about such a serious topic like this?"
Li Tingfang didn't mind and smiled. She was just like that. She was straightforward when she was young and wrote many reviews of Water Margin. Lu Zhishen was her favorite character. This can reflect her personality from the side.
Lin Feng said: "I was discussing this issue with my teacher just now. My teacher was also a little worried. He was just saying that it would be great if Miss Ning was willing to take over the Xihe Literary Association, but then he mentioned the devil and he appeared."
Ning Chunyan looked curious: "What's going on?"
Li Tingfang said: "Isn't it just a matter between literati? Shen Qingfeng has been making a lot of moves recently."
Ning Chunyan sat down on the sofa: "I really don't understand why he is so aggressive? He is so busy and has no time to deal with the affairs of the association, why does he have to fight for the position of president?"
Li Tingfang said: "His books are bestsellers, but he still cannot get into the mainstream. If he is given the position of president, it is equivalent to having the official endorsement of the literary world. Maybe he thinks that this will make his title more valuable."
Ning Chunyan shook her head. She thought this behavior was boring.
Li Tingfang whispered again, "I also heard a little rumor, I don't know if it's true - Shen Qingfeng has been moving towards variety entertainment recently, and he needs to raise his status. Not only is he seeking this position, he's also planning to publish a new book."
Ning Chunyan said: "I see."
Lin Feng sighed: "It's my fault that I haven't published enough articles. I'm not famous enough to suppress him or convince others. Otherwise, the teacher wouldn't have to worry so much."
Li Tingfang shook his head: "It's not your fault. You write reportage, so you're already at a disadvantage in terms of fame. But your work is of great social significance. Besides, this matter is only about interests. Even if Xiaochun comes, he will definitely do everything he can to attack his opponent."
Lin Feng didn't think it was right. He knew Shen Qingfeng was interested in pursuing Ning Chunyan. If Ning Chunyan was made the president, with Shen Qingfeng's style, he might even go with the flow and do a favor, and fall in love with Ning Chunyan, saving face and gaining substance, killing two birds with one stone.
Li Tingfang sighed, "The best candidate in my mind is actually Chen Qingluo. It's a pity that the girl doesn't think highly of Xihe, a small place like this. Her stage is also farther away. Letting her take over my position would be a hindrance to her."
She looked down at Ning Chunyan: "Xiaochun, aren't you willing to take over this hot potato?"
Ning Chunyan shook his head, and Li Tingfang looked up and said, "By the way, Lin Feng mentioned Wang Zixu to me before. It is said that he is also a good seedling. I heard that you are helping him revise his novel?"
(End of this chapter)