Chapter 103 Qin Xianglian

Chapter 103 Qin Xianglian

Chapter 103 Qin Xianglian (Thanks to Alliance Leader Hui Yu Lin Xi)

"Zhang Qian" is a very versatile name. If you stand on the streets of Xihe and shout "Zhang Qian" loudly, at least three people will turn their heads to look at you.

In most people's lives, there will be one or two "Zhang Qians". And Wang Zixu's Zhang Qian had a very sensational intersection with him. So sensational that even Ning Chunyan had heard of this story.

Their story begins with a rose and ends with 1 roses. Zhang Qian is the fragrant flower, the rich second generation is the complexity of the flowers, and Wang Zixu is the scattered rose thorns that have been shaved off.

Zhang Qian in the story is not missing like the prince and princess in the fairy tale. She is in the Propaganda Department, holding an important position, and still lives in the same city with Wang Zixu.

Yesterday, Wang Zixu's manuscript passed through her hands, and strangely, it was not shortlisted. Ning Chunyan had every reason to believe that this woman was very likely to have interfered.

It would be too disgusting if Zhang Qian, after becoming successful, turned around and stepped on her ex again and again, making it impossible for him to ever get back on his feet. She would be a modern Chen Shimei.

Wang Zixu's manuscript is fully qualified to enter the third round. If it is rejected because of personal feelings, it will definitely not be convincing. Ning Chunyan has to take care of this matter both privately and publicly.

She fully expected that this name would wake Wang Zixu up like a wake-up call, but Wang Zixu did not show any surprise as she thought. He did not even show much emotion, as if he had just heard the name of an old friend who had not appeared for a long time.

Finally, he opened his drunken eyes and asked, "Where did you know the name Zhang Qian?"

Ning Chunyan held Wang Zixu's arm like a rickshaw driver holding up the handlebars: "Come out with me, we'll talk in the car."

The prince drank a pound of liquor mixed with beer. His steps were unsteady and his limbs were weak. His spirit was wrapped in a vivid trance. Ning Chunyan pulled him away.

Cheng Xing and Yingjiang leaned against the door and watched Ning Chunyan stuff Prince Xu into the Porsche.

Yingjiang sighed softly, "At least when it comes to cars, Mr. Ye loses."

"Huh?" Cheng Xing turned around and looked at him. He didn't understand his train of thought.

The poet squeezed into the corner and whispered, "But Mr. Ye is already far ahead."

"what?"

There was a sweet citrus scent in Ning Chunyan's car. Wang Zixu was stuffed into the back seat of the car, and Ning Chunyan squeezed next to him and whispered:

“Although I have never been involved in the preliminary selection, I know the situation of the preliminary selection. Your manuscripts were divided into three categories. The first category has beautiful writing and complete structure. The second category has incomplete structure but smooth writing. The third category has many typos and sentences, and the text lacks beauty.

"Did you hear that? The preliminary selection doesn't actually examine the ideological content or profound connotations of the works. It's just a simple and rough score. The third tier is eliminated directly. There are about a hundred pieces left in the remaining two tiers. The better ones from the second tier are selected and included, and the final number is 100."

Wang Zixu's head swelled: "That is to say, my work can't even make sense."

Ning Chunyan punched him on the shoulder: "You are stupid! Your article will definitely be the best for anyone who reads it. There is no way I can eliminate you!"

Wang Zixu sobered up a little and said, "So, you think Zhang Qian was the one who interfered? But she had no reason to do that, right?"

Ning Chunyan said: "I advise you not to be in love, and don't feel guilty when others do something wrong to you. Some people are very vicious. The more they wrong you, the more they will suppress you and make it impossible for you to succeed. They are afraid that you will retaliate against them after you become famous..."

Wang Zixu interrupted her with a wry smile, "Do you have any misunderstandings? How has Zhang Qian done anything to let me down?"

"Ah?" Ning Chunyan didn't understand for a moment.

Wang Zixu patted his face to sober himself up, sat up straight and said, "Zhang Qian and I were introduced to each other by a friend of my parents. We were only together for less than a year, and then we found that our personalities were not compatible, so we broke up peacefully."

Ning Chunyan raised her eyebrows: "But the flower shop owner said that you gave her a rose every day for more than a year..."

The prince smiled and shook his head, saying, "Rather than saying that I gave her the flowers, it would be more accurate to say that I gave them to my dad to see."

"Your father?"

"My dad is a male chauvinist to put it nicely, and he is very overbearing to put it bluntly. He has always believed that only work within the system can be considered a job, so he issued a military order to me, insisting that I take down Zhang Qian."

"This..." Ning Chunyan found it difficult to comment.

Prince laughed falsely, "If he knew that I broke up with Zhang Qian and married a female employee of the flower shop, he would rush to my workplace the next day, overturn my desk, pull out my tendons, make a whip out of them, and beat me like a top."

Ning Chunyan felt that his worldview had been overturned, and said blankly: "Then you guys now..."

"So I kept my marriage a secret and didn't dare tell him. He still thinks I'm still dating Zhang Qian."

Ning Chunyan smacked his head and said, "No... No, no."

"What's wrong?"

Ning Chunyan raised her head and said, "I am confused by what you said. No matter what your relationship with Zhang Qian is, she must give an explanation for this matter. Call Zhang Qian and arrange a meeting."

Wang Zixu showed a hesitant expression: "But, if my wife knew that I met with my ex-girlfriend, she would probably be unhappy..."

"Then why don't you just not let her know?"

The two of them stared at each other for a long time. Wang Zixu finally gave up and took out his cell phone: "Okay, I'll call her. You'll know whether what I said is true or not as soon as you hear it."

Ning Chunyan folded his arms and listened attentively as Wang Zixu called Zhang Qian.

The call was connected, and a gentle and hazy voice came from the phone: "Hello? Wang Zixu, you actually called me, it's rare."

Ning Chunyan frowned.

The voice was natural and calm, not like an ex at all, but more like an ordinary friend.

She began to believe that they had really broken up peacefully.

Wang Zixu hesitated for a while. He had drunk too much just now. After the call was connected, he felt that this matter was a bit difficult to talk about. Talking to Zhang Qian about the manuscript was suspected of using a backdoor. Maybe Ning Chunyan thought it was nothing, but he himself looked down on such behavior. It was also easy to be embarrassed in front of his ex-girlfriend.

"What's wrong? Speak."

Ning Chunyan stared at him intently. Wang Zixu knew that if he hung up the phone now, he would be embarrassed in front of Ning Cainv. In any case, he would definitely be embarrassed in front of a woman today, and in the end he chose the story that had already been turned over.

"Zhang Qian, long time no see. Actually, I hesitated for a long time before calling you. I didn't know whether I should tell you this or not. Now that I'm calling you, I'll get straight to the point. I submitted my manuscript for the essay contest at the Xihe Literary Association but it didn't make the list. Do you know why I didn't make the list?"

Zhang Qian's voice became hollow: "Ah? After all these years, are you still writing?"

Wang Zixu found this question difficult to answer. He didn't know how to explain the price he paid for those 50 chances.

Fortunately, all this will pass.

“Yeah, I’m still writing.”

"You submitted your manuscript to the essay contest, right?"

"Correct."

"Ah, you're always writing. You've been writing whenever you're with me, and I can't stop you from writing. Wait a minute, I'll help you check it out!"

"it is good."

Wang Zixu held the phone without hanging up. A vague voice came from the other end of the phone. After a few minutes, Zhang Qian spoke again:
"Your manuscript was reviewed by our graduate students. They said your manuscript was in the second category and was rejected. Sorry!"

Wang Zixu was deflated like a ball, losing confidence and becoming relaxed. Ning Chunyan frowned.

Ning Chunyan felt that Zhang Qian's voice was not as steady as before, and there was a sense of pretense in it. If she was asked how she judged it, she could only answer that it was a woman's intuition.

She mouthed to Wang Zixu: "She's lying."

Wang Zixu couldn't read lips. He only understood that his manuscript was rejected. He repeated to the phone with a trembling voice: "That is to say, it was simply not written well and was rejected..."

"Yeah, what else? Do you think I screened it? Haha, I did talk to you, but I won't keep thinking about it until now."

Wang Zixu smiled wanly: "I didn't mean that, really. I'm just curious. As for me, my writing has been pretty good recently, and I've made some achievements. If I don't get a place in the end, it's normal, but if I don't make the shortlist..."

He said it a bit brazenly, a bit like he was trying to maintain his remaining dignity in front of his ex-girlfriend. In fact, for a moment, he really wanted to talk about what he had done as the little prince, but in the end he couldn't open his mouth. He was actually qualified to prove himself, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Zhang Qian seemed to have lost patience with his self-expression and interrupted him to ask:
"Wang Zixu, what do you think is more embarrassing: being shortlisted but not getting a ranking, or not being shortlisted in the first place?"

Wang Zixu was startled and said, "It's not a question of shame or not. I really don't care about the ranking. I just want to know where I am lacking..."

There was a sigh on the phone. Zhang Qian laughed twice, which could be a bitter laugh or a mocking laugh. It was hard to judge her emotions through the phone line because her voice was generally gentle.

"Wang Zixu, do you know that right now, there are more than 50 people crowded outside the government office building, waiting to seek justice? Do you know why they are here?"

After a pause, Zhang Qian revealed the answer: "Just like you, they all came to ask why their manuscripts were not shortlisted. This always happens every time we solicit essays. If you don't know, you might think it's a group interview."

The prince remained silent.

Zhang Qian said: "There are too many people who think they have talent but are not appreciated. They think they can shine because they have a little talent. In fact, it is a collective hallucination. You are talented, but others are more talented. The difference is that you don't know yourself."

Wang Zixu's hand slowly dropped down, and he forced an ugly smile on his face. After a long while, he spoke: "I don't actually think I have any talent. I just wanted to ask you, out of pure curiosity..."

"Let me put it this way, Wang Zixu," Zhang Qian said on the other end of the phone, "You are no different from those people. If you don't focus on your little talent and do something down-to-earth, you will be much more successful than you are now."

Wang Zixu said: "Forget it, just pretend I never asked."

He was about to hang up when Ning Chunyan snatched the phone away and said into the phone:
"Zhang Qian, I have read Wang Zixu's novels, but you haven't. It's not up to you to decide whether he has talent or not."

Zhang Qian wondered, "Who are you?"

"I am Ning Chunyan."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. After a long while, Zhang Qian finally spoke: "Wang Zixu, you are amazing. You even invited Ning Cainv?"

Ning Chunyan said to the phone, "I was not invited by him. I have read Wang Zixu's manuscript. His manuscript should never have been eliminated after being shortlisted. I need you to give me a reason."

Zhang Qian was silent for a long time. Time passed by minute by minute. After a long time, she said:
"After get off work, we'll go to the Deer Horn Coffee Shop on Daxing Street and talk in person."

(End of this chapter)