Chapter 91 Crime and Punishment2

Chapter 91 Crime and Punishment2

Chapter 91 Crime and Punishment2
After nightfall, the flying dust settled, the cool air rose, and the sword dragon fell asleep. In the deserted wilderness, only the base of the Wen Ai Club was brightly lit. No one knew how many spring dreams this building was connecting to from all over the world.

The suburbs of Xihe were very quiet. Only crickets were jumping around in the wild to court mates, making annoying noises. Besides the crickets, there were toads lying in the loess, making quack quack sounds. Besides the toads, there were also the plastic greenhouses of the strawberry garden, swaying with the summer night breeze, making rustling sounds in the wind. Besides the plastic greenhouses, there was also Ye Lan, who was sitting in the living room of the apartment, laughing from time to time.

In the apartment, Ye Lan stared at the screen of his mobile phone, eating fruit and grinning. Suddenly, a voice rang out beside him: "What are you looking at?"

"what!"

Ye Lan shuddered with fear, and the yellow peach in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"You scared me to death. What, have you finished writing the novel?"

“Only the rough outline has been completed.”

Wang Zixu picked up the water cup and drank the water in big gulps. Ye Lan handed the phone to his face: "I'm looking at this."

Wang Zixu took a closer look and found that Ye Lan's phone was more boring than he had imagined, terribly boring - on the screen was the daily sales list of the Wenai app.

"You were just staring at this and laughing?"

"That's because you didn't understand it. If you look at it more carefully, you will be able to taste it. What is the name of that idiom? ..."

She looked up and thought for a long time, and finally blurted out: "It's unforgettable!"

"You mean to say that it's meaningful?"

“It’s just so memorable.”

Wang Zixu took the phone and saw the number one name on the screen:
Sakura sauce.

Looking down: The Guilty Poet, Xiao Ba, and the Lost Believer...

All familiar names.

Wang Zixu returned the phone to Ye Lan and looked upstairs: "What are they doing?"

The doors of the scriptwriters' rooms upstairs were closed and it was eerily quiet. There were no lights in the corridor and light leaked out from the cracks in the doors.

"Just look at the daily sales chart and you'll know. We're accepting orders like crazy to help you collect data!"

As we were talking, a full-frequency message floated across the phone screen:
"evenyu rewarded [Guilty Poet] with a 2333-point global satellite!"

Ye Lan was overjoyed again: "Surpassed, surpassed! Now the poet is in first place! Sakura sauce is in second place... Oh my! The believer has surpassed Xiao Ba and is in third place!..."

Wang Zixu understood.

She is watching the game online.

"What's so good about this?"

"Didn't you hear any sound? Ding! Click-click. Ding! Click-click..."

She stared at the confused Wang Zixu, rubbed her fingers and pretended to count money:
"That's the sound of a money counting machine! Money! I don't know how much reward from the entire site just floated away..."

Ye Lan's face was rosy, and she looked bright and charming under the night light.

Sure enough, money is the best beauty treatment and the best stimulant. Ye Lan was not cheering for the daily sales list. The blush on her face was not blood, but "a daydream of new cars, caviar and four-star hotels."

Wang Zixu sat down next to her: "Do you stare at this every day?"

"No, today is a special case. Today's daily sales chart is particularly crazy. By the way, let me show you something interesting."

She pointed to the bottom of the list, at number 48. Wang Zixu was familiar with the name, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"Qiu Ze? Who is this? Do I know him?"

"Tsk."

Ye Lan smacked his lips and said, "Have you forgotten? The one who led you astray in the group last time, the one who said the script was useless and wanted a refund."

Wang Zixu remembered and said, Oh, it’s him.

Ye Lan smiled and said, "This guy couldn't get many orders before, and he was never on the daily sales list. Today, it's like he opened up his Ren and Du meridians, and he jumped to the 48th place. The next time he fires at you, the weight will be different. Mr. Little Prince, do you have any feelings now?"

Wang Zixu said, "I don't feel anything. No matter where he ranks, he will make money for me."

"You have a good mentality." Ye Lan threw the peach pit into the trash can, wiped his hands, and straightened his chest. "I think you will win today. Come on, you can start thinking about the punishment."

……

"...Wait a minute, let me sort out what you said."

"Good leadership."

At 9:30 in the evening, in the general manager's office of the "Qingyan" studio, Qiu Ze was reporting to Zhong Susu.

Zhong Susu was his leader, relatively young and not too arrogant. After listening to Qiu Ze's report, she leaned back in the leather chair, rubbed her temple with one finger, and closed her eyes in deep thought for a while.

"Xiao Ze, look..."

"Boss, just call me Xiaoqiu. Xiaoze sounds like a Japanese name. I can't stand it."

Zhong Susu readily agreed: "Xiao Qiu, our ultimate goal is to defeat our competitors, right?"

"Yes. That's inevitable."

"In order to defeat your opponent, I ask you to find out the daily revenue of the opponent."

"Correct."

"And you plan to use the company's account to give your own speech therapist account a reward of 1000 yuan."

Qiu Ze explained: "They have a daily sales list. After I transfer the money, I can see where I rank and estimate their approximate daily sales income."

Zhong Susu took a deep breath: "So, in order to defeat our competitors, we must give them money, is that what you mean?"

Wen Ai's daily sales list is refreshed in real time. Qiu Ze means that if the reward is one thousand, the daily sales will be one thousand. Depending on the ranking on the daily sales list, combined with the overall size of speech therapists and other information obtained from the group, the other party's revenue can be basically estimated.

It sounds like a good idea, and it's not complicated, but when you summarize it, it seems a bit nonsensical. Or you can ask loudly, "Is this reasonable? Is this reasonable? Is this reasonable?"

Qiu Ze said: "Leader, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. If you want to know the turnover, you have to find a relationship with the channel dealer, and the most expensive thing in the world is to maintain a relationship. You can get a rough estimate with just one thousand yuan. How cost-effective is that?"

Zhong Susu touched her chest and said, "Your idea is indeed novel, but what should I write on the expense reimbursement slip? How can I get over this mental barrier?"

Qiu Ze smiled secretly in his heart, thinking that women are troublesome, their emotions always outweigh their rationality, and they can't do business as usual.

"As for the name, just fill it in as research expenses. Besides, the thousand dollars won't all be transferred to other people's accounts. Wen Ai will only take half, so the remaining five hundred dollars will be returned, right? Spend a small amount of money to accomplish a big thing, I think it's okay."

Zhong Susu sat up and said, "Okay, I think that's fine. I'll advance the money from your next month's salary and transfer it to your account, so we don't have to return the money to the public account."

Qiu Ze's body froze: "Leader, this is not good, right?"

Zhong Susu has already started calling the finance department: "What's wrong with that? It's just a matter of 2 yuan. If we win the competition, you will be the one who made the greatest contribution. You can get an extra months' salary as your year-end bonus, okay?"

Qiu Ze was anxious: "Leader, actually I have a classmate who works for a channel dealer, I think..."

Zhong Susu said: "No need. As you said, the most expensive thing in the world is to maintain relationships. Besides, isn't there a reform in the script output mode of the opponent today? If you want to find out their details, today is the best opportunity. Hello, is this the finance department?..."

Qiu Ze's heart was bleeding. He cursed in his heart, isn't this like paying for work? How can there be such a ridiculous thing in the world? Is it reasonable? Is it reasonable? Is it reasonable? This world is really a huge makeshift team...

The money arrived, and Zhong Susu asked: "How do I operate it, how do I give a reward?"

Qiu Ze said: "If it is convenient for you, you can download a Wenai app, register an account, and then name me..."

Zhong Susu wrinkled her nose: "Disgusting."

Qiu Ze quickly said: "Leader, that's not what I meant. This is the process."

Zhong Susu said: "I'm not saying you're disgusting, I'm saying you're disgusting for me to download the rival app."

Qiu Ze smiled: "That can't be helped. This requires at least two accounts to complete. After you finish this, you can delete the app."

Zhong Susu said: "Please help me register."

After some operations, the two of them registered a new account and successfully entered the speech therapy interface.

Qiu Ze typed in the chat box: "Hello, little sister, I am your loyal little wolfdog..."

Just when I was halfway into typing, I received a new message: You received 1000 pink diamond rewards!
Qiu Ze looked up in shock: "Leader, I haven't said a word yet, isn't this too fake?"

Zhong Susu waved her hand impatiently: "Look at the daily sales list and calculate quickly."

Qiu Ze quickly began to scan the daily sales list, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find his name.

Zhong Susu looked at him: "What's wrong?"

“It seems, not on the list.”

"Can this be calculated?"

"...At least we know that the daily income of the top 50 opponents is more than 1000 yuan."

Zhong Susu rubbed her forehead and said, "Then I'll advance you another 1,000 yuan in salary."

Qiu Ze bit his lip and said, "Leader, I think we should just let it go."

"No, we can't just let it go. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of 1000 yuan? Hello, is this the finance department? Advance Qiu Ze another yuan in salary..." The two did the same thing. Qiu Ze flipped through the daily sales list until his eyes turned red.

"Boss, bad news, it's still not on the list."

Zhong Susu slammed the table and said, "Is this bad news? This is the worst of the worst!"

She rubbed her palms until they were sore from clapping.

"Another advance of one thousand."

"lead!"

Qiu Ze's legs went limp and he almost fell to his knees. He held onto the desk and whimpered, "I still have to pay the rent next month!"

Zhong Susu gritted her teeth and said, "Advance my salary, please!"

"Ok."

After donating 48 yuan, Qiu Ze finally made it to the list, but he didn't get a good ranking, only th.

Even if calculated in the most optimistic way (from their perspective), Wenmai's revenue today would definitely not be less than six figures.

Before Qiu Ze could settle the accounts, he received another message from Huang Da on his phone:

"Dear, we do not encourage you to brush your own turnover! This will not help increase the number of orders."

"I'll brush your mother..."

Qiu Ze's teeth were almost broken. He felt that he heard a hint of gloating in the other party's words.

The most important thing is that he cannot refute it. Not only will he lose next month's salary, but his innocence will also be ruined.

Zhong Susu said: "Our 48 Qingyan's daily sales are only 300 yuan, we are not even in the same league, how can we compare with them!"

Qiu Ze didn't know what to say to save face. At this moment, he saw Huang Da sent a message to all speech therapists:
[Congratulations on breaking the record for today's daily sales chart, setting a record of 20 in single-day sales! ]

Qiu Ze silently put his phone on the table. Zhong Susu leaned over to take a look, then looked up and said to him:
"Can you contact the script writer on the other side? Try to poach him."

"what?"

……

The prince won falsely.

He and Ye Lan bet on increasing the retention rate from 6% to 12%, but they went a bit too far. The final retention rate was 16.1%, and the payment rate was also very high.

This resulted in this day becoming the day with the highest single-day turnover in Wen Ai's history.

Of course, this is not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that the flow of water every day in the future may exceed that of this day.

Wang Zixu did more than just win, he won big. He won twice.

Ye Lan was calculating for him: Based on this income, if he calculated it at the highest, he would get more than 80 yuan a month, and if he calculated it at the lowest, he would get 50 yuan. Ye Lan would get 50 yuan, and Wang Zixu would get at least 40 yuan. 40 yuan can buy another car, but Wang Zixu, you don't have a car, right? What car do you want to buy? A Porsche? Forget it, just grit your teeth and buy a Xiaomi SU7...

By the end of this story, Wang Zixu felt dizzy, because he had heard the word "wan" too many times and he began to not understand the meaning of "wan".

Ye Lan lost, but she was very happy. She ordered a table of midnight snacks for everyone, including barbecue, seafood and beer, for fear that everyone would have too little purine and get gout, but everyone still enjoyed the meal.

Prince won the virtual victory, but he was not happy and sat there with a stern face. He was not unhappy because the data did not meet his expectations. In fact, as long as he could get 10 yuan a month, he would be very satisfied. If he got 30 yuan, he would start to feel overwhelmed. If he got 50 yuan, he simply didn't know what to do.

Any money beyond what he needs to live is a burden to him and scares him. As Zuo Ziliang said, he is a true scholar.

He suddenly envied Ye Lan. This woman was simple and straightforward. She liked what she wanted. She did not hide her desire for money and never spent time on these things. She laughed wantonly in front of everyone, drank three bottles of beer, unbuttoned the top button on her chest, took off her coat, showing her long legs under the beautiful waist and hip curve, and swayed her body to the music with a silly smile from time to time.

Amid the noise, Cheng Xing sat next to Wang Zixu with a glass of wine in his hand and whispered, "Teacher, I also tried speech therapy today."

Wang Zixu said, "How?"

"I only took one order, so I'm not used to it. But my performance was pretty good. The other party gave me a five-star rating and wrote a long message."

Cheng Xing spoke in a serious manner and behaved very quietly. Wang Zixu suddenly felt relieved. At least, Cheng Xing was also a scholar.

"pretty good."

"I heard that they all did very well today. We discussed it and everyone felt that it was all thanks to you."

Wang Zixu did not express his opinion, but just said, "Oh." Because he is not good at socializing, he does not know how to react when he is praised.

Cheng Xing was in awe. The little prince had always been so cool, the kind of cool that was understated.

Cheng Xing added: "Although your class is all about creation, it combines the script with speech therapy itself. Everyone feels that they have learned more than before. In the past, we didn't know how to use the script, but now we can not only use it, but also write it. Sometimes we can even improvise on the spot, as if we had opened the skylight, so we performed so well today."

Wang Zixu nodded, leaned back on the sofa and took a sip of wine.

It’s good to open the skylight.

"Teacher, I would like to ask you, how did you manage to portray such realistic characters in your creation? I feel that although there are no characters in the script, there are characters everywhere, very real and down-to-earth characters that make people feel like they are in the scene."

Looking at Cheng Xing's shining eyes, Wang Zixu thought for a moment and said, "Maupassant once shared a writing technique, which is to observe pedestrians."

"Observing pedestrians?"

"Yes, he said, you can find a time when there are a lot of people, sit down at the busiest street corner, observe the passers-by, try to describe their appearance in a notebook, and imagine their past. Write biographies for them."

Cheng Xing was fascinated by what he heard: "This is a good idea."

Wang Zixu said: "I have done this before. But for a long time, I couldn't imagine people's past experiences. Appearance is appearance, clothes are clothes, and people's stories are not written on their faces. How can I imagine it?"

"Yes." Cheng Xing said.

"Until one day, I saw a middle-aged woman. It was raining heavily that day. I was standing at the door of the bank to avoid the rain. A middle-aged woman riding a tattered electric bike parked her bike under the high steps of the bank and ran over to take shelter from the rain.

"She was wearing a dark pink tweed coat, black trousers and a pair of flat shoes. Those shoes left a deep impression on me.

"It was actually a pair of very fine shoes, light green lacquer, with pearl flowers on the front and gold foil on the heel. But it was worn out. The green lacquer looked like dog shit, the pearl flowers were like they had fallen off, black and white, and there was mud on the heel."

Wang Zixu turned to look at Cheng Xing: "The woman looked miserable, poor, and miserable. She was quite miserable, just like her shoes. But I know that the shoes were once beautiful. So was she.

"It was then that I saw something more - I saw her carefully selecting her shoes in front of the shoe cabinet, discussing with the clerk whether she could try them on, then buying them with a smile on her face, running out of the shoe store, changing into the shoes at home, showing them to her husband and children, and they were all very happy... Those shoes were once very happy."

Cheng Xing sighed.

"That's when I started to see people's stories," Wang Zixu said. "But they were always very sad stories."

Cheng Xing raised his glass and said, "Teacher, 'A person with broad thoughts and deep feelings will inevitably have pain and troubles. I think that a truly great person must feel great sorrow in the world.' I feel that this is talking about you, teacher."

Wang Zixu rubbed his temple and said, "Is this from Crime and Punishment?"

"I don't remember, but it should be Dostoyevsky who said that."

Wang Zixu said: "He said it well."

He raised his glass, and the light distorted by the glass wall above the beer foam, illuminating Ye Lan's figure. She had bare shoulders, and was smiling with sweat dripping down her cheeks, her hair stuck to her cheeks with sweat.

If great people are destined to be sad, does that mean that being great is a sin? Possibly. In Wang Xiaobo's words, it is the sin of hypocrisy.

He raised the glass and drank it all.

"..."

Two hours later, looking at Ye Lan lying on the sofa, Wang Zixu sighed.

The woman drank six bottles of beer in one breath and finally got herself drunk. At this time, she was lying on the sofa, wearing only a black suspender and a hip skirt, with her long legs wrapped in stockings lying on the sofa defenselessly.

Everyone else slipped away tacitly, leaving him alone to deal with this tricky mess.

Just as he was thinking about how to transport Ye Lan to her own room safely and without causing any trouble, Jean-Paul Sartre suddenly appeared behind him again and whispered in his ear: "If you do that, she won't mind when she wakes up tomorrow."

Wang Zixu said, "Shut up, you lecherous and despicable old scoundrel."

Sartre raised his hands: "I'm not encouraging you to do anything, I'm just stating a fact, and that fact is - she won't have any objections."

"I am also stating a fact. You are an old rogue. Beauvoir was blind to fall in love with you."

“This is not Beauvoir’s business.”

……

"How many words have you written for Beauvoir's Offering?"

Listening to the voice coming from the phone, Ning Chunyan was sweating profusely.

"Teacher, how do you know this name?"

Li Tingfang's voice sounded both angry and amused: "I won't tell you who told me, but Xiaochun, Qingluo went back to Xihe, why didn't you tell me?"

Ning Chunyan turned her head to look at Chen Qingluo who was writing furiously beside her bed. She had taken off all her clothes again, and this time she even unhooked her bra and hung it on her arms, making her look like a clothes drying rack. She said to Li Tingfang:
"Teacher, my dad told you that, right?"

"Don't ask. Let's settle the score for what you hid from the teacher first."

Ning Chunyan secretly groaned inwardly.

(End of this chapter)