Chapter 89 Let the Bullets Fly
Chapter 89 Let the Bullets Fly (Thanks to the leader Pony)
Ye Lan didn't say anything for a while, and watched Wang Zixu's eyes close peacefully. His head leaned on the chair, and slowly softened like a damp pillow.
"Hello, hello."
She shook Wang Zixu awake. Wang Zixu sniffed loudly and looked at her dazedly, as if he didn't recognize who she was.
"It's unbelievable that you fell asleep while chatting with someone!"
"what happened?"
Ye Lan softened his voice a little, and said, "If you are really too sleepy, go to sleep for a while."
Wang Zixu shook his head. The brief absence of consciousness just now made him regain some energy. He pulled himself together and turned to face the computer: "I still have to write an essay. I won't have time tomorrow."
Ye Lan crossed her arms and stared at Wang Zixu typing, her long legs leaning across her hips, her high heels tapping the ground evenly. After a while, she saw Wang Zixu looking up at her.
"what?"
"Uh, do you want to go do your thing?"
Ye Lan spread his hands: "I don't have anything to do. I really have nothing to do. By the way, I'm staying here tonight."
Wang Zixu was stunned: "Why?"
"You are a bunch of grown men, and a little girl like a poet is sleeping here. How can we be assured? Besides, it won't be good if it gets out."
Wang Zixu thought for a moment and said, "You are very thoughtful, but I still suggest you find something to do."
"why?"
"You're standing here and affecting my thinking."
Ye Lan clenched his fists: "It's unbelievable that someone with your emotional intelligence actually has a wife."
Wang Zixu thought sadly, why did they all say that?
But if you think about it from another perspective, the fact that he is not married indirectly proves that the laws governing the operation of the world are logical.
Wang Zixu said: "But I do have it."
"goodbye!"
……
【Hello. 】
Qiu Ze: [Hello, little sister! ~]
even羽：【waving.jpg】
Qiu Ze: [I am your loyal little wolfdog. If you want, I can protect you 24 hours a day, and tell you the sweetest love words. If you want, I can also do some "hmm" things. Are you willing to spend an hour with me? ]
Even Yu: [Uh, okay...]
Qiu Ze: [Sister, you are not very positive. Don’t you like the image of a little wolfdog? With a flick of my finger, I can transform into a handsome young man or a domineering president at any time.]
Even Yu: [Just...speak normally, I just want to talk to someone, you are my first order...]
Qiu Ze operated the mouse, clicked on the other party's avatar and saw that the VIP experience value was 0, and he immediately understood.
"So it's Xiao Bai, no wonder, it was a bit too exciting just now. But today is my first day of success, watch me show you how awesome I am!"
Qiu Ze rubbed his knuckles and typed in the software:
[I'm sorry, I treated you like some ordinary girl just now. Let me introduce myself again. I'm actually the prince of Xilin Kingdom. It's our first meeting. Please take care of me.]
"The other party has cancelled the order. Since the order was cancelled within 15 minutes, it is a no-liability cancellation and the speech therapy will not be counted as a consumption."
Qiu Ze threw the mouse away and leaned back in his chair in annoyance.
A colleague leaned over and asked: "What? Failed again?"
Qiu Ze's face flushed red: "No, I was just going through the process just now, and the chat was a bit casual, and I didn't really show my skills."
My colleague laughed: "If you show your true strength to your opponent, wouldn't that be an aid to the enemy?"
"That's it!"
Tianxing Media is a medium-sized cultural and entertainment media company located in Donghai City. The company’s main business scope includes internet celebrity incubation, advertising planning, live streaming and sales, etc.
The "Qingyan App" is a "speech therapy" software they recently launched.
In other words, it is a rival to "Wen Ai".
In the past two months, the two softwares have been in a fierce competition - this description is an exaggeration, in fact, "Qingyan" was defeated and had no power to fight back.
In order to find out the opponent's business model and sabotage it at the same time, "Qingyan" planted an undercover agent to become "Wenai's" speech therapist and infiltrate the enemy.
Qiu Ze, as the project operator, had experience in speech therapy, so he naturally became the most suitable candidate. He took on the task confidently.
Business wars are often not that mysterious and they often take place in the simplest form.
Qiu Ze's task was carried out exceptionally smoothly. Last night, he encouraged a few speech therapists who were not able to place enough orders, and set the pace to put pressure on the operators.
His original intention was to attack the script section of the opponent, so that the opponent would be confused, or at least shake the confidence of some speech therapists. Unfortunately, no one fell for it.
He himself suffered the consequences and was removed from the core group of speech therapists.
In order to prove himself, he took several orders today, but they were either cancelled or received bad reviews, which made him very discouraged.
A colleague advised, "You should continue to lead the trend. The speech therapists who followed your lead yesterday were just small fry. If you can persuade the top speech therapists to cause trouble, or even recruit them, it will be a great achievement."
Qiu Ze frowned and said, "No, I am not trusted now. I can only contact the most unsuccessful speech therapists. Even if these people are encouraged, nothing can be accomplished. Moreover, they require speech therapists to complete a positive review within a certain period of time, otherwise they will be demoted. If my level is demoted again, I will be disqualified as a speech therapist."
My colleague said, "Then you better be serious and show your real ability."
Qiu Ze stared at the computer without saying anything, his face flushed again. In fact, he had already shown his true ability, but it was a pity that it didn't work. I wanted to look up to the bright moon, but the bright moon only shines on the ditch.
He was a little doubtful about his life. He had a good conversation in "Qingyan", but when he got to "Wenai", he was not as good as he thought. He couldn't understand why.
At this moment, a chat box popped up in the window, and he saw Wen Ai's operation team calling him.
He hurried to see.
Huang Da: [Your order was cancelled again. Do you need me to help you analyze the reason? ]
Qiu Ze typed in the chat box: "Who do you think you are? You teach me how to do things?"
Halfway through typing, he pressed the backspace key to delete everything he had just typed.
Because he thought about it and realized that he was not really a speech therapist. It would be great to listen to their operation analysis and understand the ideas behind their software. Qiu Ze: [Okay. Tell me about it.]
Huang Da: [I checked your speech therapy records from the backend. Have you ever done speech therapy with other software before?]
Qiu Ze: [Well, I worked at Soul Song for a few days before, but not for long.]
"Soul Song" is the name of another speech therapy software. In order to avoid suspicion, he deliberately made up a cover.
Huang Da: [That’s right. Your speech therapy routines are all from other companies. Our software is different. Our core competitiveness is the Little Prince’s script. You should follow the script we issued.]
Qiu Ze rolled his eyes and typed on the screen: "What the hell little prince?"
The colleague next to him came over at some point and saw him making small talk. He quickly stopped him and said, "Don't be impulsive. It's impolite. People will think you have a bad attitude and won't talk to you anymore. Why are you making small talk?"
Qiu Ze said: "I know, I know, I was just complaining about myself and didn't plan to send it to him. I definitely won't make such a low-level mistake."
He deleted the previous message and retyped it: "I have used scripts before, but I am not used to them. They feel very out of touch with reality, and users will not like them."
Huang Da: [But users come here for the Little Prince. If you don’t study and there are too many cancellations, your qualification as a speech therapist may be revoked.]
"Cancel your mother..."
Qiu Ze leaned back in his office chair.
A colleague next to me said, "The entire app is superstitious about the Little Prince, from top to bottom, from operations to speech therapists, they are all superstitious."
Qiu Ze said in a cold tone: "Yes, aren't they still hyping it up? They invested so much money and so many Internet trolls to help hype up a so-called 'script writer'. It's totally nonsense."
A colleague next to him took a sip of water and said, "But you have to admit that their data is really impressive."
"The data can be made up." Qiu Ze said, "But it doesn't matter. All their assets have been used to hire water armies. I wonder how long they can last."
……
"I can't hold on any longer." Huang Da covered his face and leaned back in his chair, a little overwhelmed.
My colleague came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Huang Da said: "This Shabei speech therapist is completely stubborn. I told him to follow the script, but he refused to listen. He also wanted to set the pace."
The chat software notification sounded again. They both leaned over and saw the message from the other side:
"There aren't that many literary and artistic users. Some users like the little wolf dog and little milk dog set. Besides, there is only one scripter, so it is definitely not possible to do a big job. So I don't use scripts."
Huang Da's neck turned red after reading it, and he suppressed his voice to prevent himself from roaring: "Is this something you, a speech therapist, should consider?"
A colleague holding a water cup nodded at the side: "It's really stupid."
Huang Da typed in the chat box: "Your order volume is the worst. You don't need to consider what users like. You don't need to consider whether our app is dead or alive. Just follow the script honestly. Even if you don't give full play to your abilities, at least your orders won't be cancelled..."
"Stop, stop, stop!"
A colleague stopped Huang Da and said, "Don't say so much. Your tone is so agitated. What if someone takes a screenshot and spreads it around to influence others? Just talk to him in a businesslike manner. If he still doesn't listen, it's his own business if his account is cancelled."
There is always a calm guy next to every impulsive person to stop him. This is the saying “there is always an antidote within ten steps”.
Huang Da was not an impulsive person. His long years of working as a social animal were the best sharpening stone for his personality. He calmed down, deleted all the words he had just typed, and retyped:
[Dear, judging from the preferences and feedback from our user groups, it is better for you to use scripts. Please continue to work hard. ]
Huang Da took the initiative to end the conversation, lying on the chair and said to his colleague:
"With this level of understanding, any future orders you take will be rejected and your account will be cancelled."
Qiu Ze stood up from his chair, stretched, turned to his colleague and said:
"They still believe in the little prince. With this level of operation, they are bound to collapse."
Wang Zixu sat on the chair and typed in front of the computer:
My teacher told me that no one is born great, and no one is born mediocre. But my father told me that I was destined to be mediocre. Because he was a loan collector. A loan collector could never give birth to a great son, unless I was not his child.
Then he would remember that I might not be his child after all. So he would beat me. He would beat me until I was covered in bruises.
I didn't get beaten every time, because I later learned to run. At first, he would always catch me, and he would say, "See if you can run, see if you can run," and then beat me harder. He hoped that I would understand that if I didn't run, I wouldn't get beaten harder. If I didn't run and honestly acted as a punching bag, he wouldn't hit me too hard.
Unfortunately, he was not very good at speaking. He could neither say "I love you" to my mother nor "Don't run away" to me. It was not until many years later that I realized the hidden meaning behind his actions.
I was a bit dull back then.
This is also the reason why I have developed long-distance running skills.
I always go out and run along Wangqiao Street to the river bank. When I see the back of the dam, I turn left and run along that road to the river bank at the end of the city. Then I lie on the grass on the river bank and count the clouds in the sky. That is the happiest moment of my day.
As I ran, I felt the wind caressing my cheeks, buildings quickly swept past my sight, and people's voices changed from distant to clear, and then from clear to distant. All of this intoxicated me.
When I get home, my father would usually be squatting in the dark room, crying with his face covered. I would help him turn on the light and then say, Dad, I'm back.
He never answered.
One day I ran out of the house again, and I seemed to hear the head teacher calling my name, but I didn't stop. The next day, the head teacher called me into the office. I thought he was going to talk about respecting teachers, but what he said surprised me:
"You are a good candidate for track and field. The coach of our sports school is very interested in you. Would you like to go to him to practice long-distance running?"
I hesitated.
In fact, I wanted to agree to his request, but I hesitated because of one person.
My mother told me—it was a long time ago—that as long as you love someone very much, your life will be saved. Later I found out that the person she loved was not my father. Therefore, my father did not love me. I did not love my father either. We hated each other.
My mom also hated my dad before, but then she fell in love with someone else, so she found the antidote, and she left, leaving me and my dad to hate each other. I not only hate my dad, I also hate the bald history teacher, I hate my deskmate with bad breath, I hate everyone equally.
We were so hopeless that we believed that some people were destined to be mediocre, destined to rot and stink in a corner where no one noticed. Until I met her in this class. She also became the reason why I refused to go to sports school.
Her name is Chen Qingluo...
…Wang Zixu covered his face and rubbed it hard before he came back to his senses.
He looked at the semi-dark living room with sleepy eyes. There was a shadowy figure of a child standing near the coffee table, who looked exactly like himself when he was young. He turned on the light, and the child disappeared.
He returned to the computer and first deleted the three words "Chen Qingluo", and then deleted the entire paragraph.
Evening, 6:45.
get off work.
The five hours after get off work are often the time for "wenmi" to come. Users who have downloaded the app in the past three days will decide whether they will eventually stay. This is also the time to determine the winner.
He had done everything he could. All he had to do next was wait. Wait for the bullet to hit the target.
(End of this chapter)