Chapter 119 Punch your chest with a small fist

Chapter 119 Punch your chest with a small fist

Chapter 119 Punch your chest with a small fist

Despite all the things that happened in the past, Wang Zixu did not have much aversion to Diao Yiwen herself - of course, he did not have any good feelings towards her either.

But he knew that the power of jealousy could make a person full of malice, which was enough to distort everything. So when Diao Yiwen came towards him, Wang Zixu raised his spirits to deal with it.

"I didn't expect you to be the first place." Diao Yiwen said, "Did you really write your manuscript yourself?"

Wang Zixu was stunned and asked, "Did you write the manuscript yourself?"

Diao Yiwen froze.

Wang Zixu felt that her reaction was a little strange, and continued: "You are also a literary person, you should know how rude it is to ask this question. I refuse to answer this question. You can think whatever you want."

Diao Yiwen's eyes dimmed.

Lin Feng walked in from the door and shouted, "Brother Wang, you kept it a secret from me. Your manuscript was obviously shortlisted, why didn't you tell me? Do you know how embarrassed I was on the stage just now?"

He had always thought that the prince had failed to make the final list, and he had comforted him before. But now, looking back, he felt that his behavior was that of a clown - the third prize winner comforted the first prize winner not to be sad.

Wang Zixu patted his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, I had no choice. My situation was a bit special, and I couldn't tell you the reason at that time."

Lin Feng's disappointed expression was evident: "What's the reason? Can't I believe it?"

At this moment, Wang Zixu saw Zhang Qian walking towards him from outside the door, and his heart skipped a beat. He turned around and said:

"My manuscript was not shortlisted because someone interfered in the preliminary round and kicked my manuscript out. In order to prevent that person from targeting me again, I did not publicize the fact that my manuscript was shortlisted again."

Lin Feng's expression turned serious: "Have you reported this to the judging committee?"

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "The people who are targeting me are from the judging committee. Do you think it would be useful for me to report this to them?"

Zhang Qian walked in. She had heard the conversation between the two and said in an aggressive tone, "Wang Zixu, if you have any opinions about the review results of the jury, you should reflect them through normal channels! It was clearly a manuscript that was shortlisted but screened out by us, but you used your connections to get a place in the Nanjing University Special Invitation and resubmitted it. This is against the rules!"

Wang Zixu sneered: "If we follow the rules, my manuscript should have been eliminated after being shortlisted?"

Zhang Qian raised her voice a bit: "If it's as you said, all the manuscripts that were eliminated from the finals would think they shouldn't have been eliminated. If they all follow your example and look for connections, what will become of our manuscripts?"

Zhang Qian's voice was so loud that many irrelevant people were attracted by her and pricked up their ears to listen to the quarrel here.

Wang Zixu suddenly realized that he had fallen into Zhang Qian's trap. She repeatedly emphasized that she "used connections" in order to pin the blame on him.

To those who don't know the inside story, they would think that Wang Zixu's achievements were all obtained through connections.

After figuring this out, Wang Zixu was angry and couldn't help wanting to sneer. After so many years, Zhang Qian's cleverness was still used to play tricks on people.

"Zhang Qian, are you saying that Wang got the first place by connections? But you, who don't even know the Three Heroes of Peach Garden, rejected my manuscript with just one sentence. Is that a fair judgment?"

Zhang Qian pointed her finger at Wang Zixu's face and said, "Don't spit blood on me. Your manuscript was rejected by our preliminary review committee. How come you make it sound like I was the only one who rejected it? Do you have any evidence?"

"Yes, I have!"

Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo walked in hand in hand, and shouted, "Wang Zixu and I went to find you, and you admitted that you were the one who killed his manuscript. You are his ex-girlfriend, and you held a grudge after the breakup, so you used your position to deliberately kill his manuscript. Nothing you said is credible."

Zhang Qian panicked. She was originally just arguing with Wang Zixu, but now everyone was attacking her. She shouted, "Who is holding a grudge? It's all old stuff from many years ago. Why should I hate him? And you, Lady Ning, helped him out because you were in love with him. You were the judge this time. Who knows how many emotional points you gave your boyfriend? What qualifications do you have to criticize me?"

Ning Chunyan was good at attacking but weak at defending. When she heard this, her face immediately turned red and she began to stutter, "Who is in love with him? Wang Zixu already has a wife, okay? Don't spread rumors here, or I'll sue you for malicious defamation!"

"He has a wife?" Zhang Qian's face first showed a puzzled expression, and then sneered, "Then can you swear that you didn't give him a high score in the final evaluation stage?"

"I dare to! Anyway, the score I gave him was not the highest in the whole competition. But can you swear that it was not you who rejected his manuscript without going through the judges' committee?"

The content of their quarrel was increasingly moving towards the direction of their private lives. Lin Feng looked at Wang Zixu helplessly, his eyes seemed to say, brother, your love life is quite exciting.

Wang Zixu felt very innocent. What was so wonderful about my love life? Why didn't I know it?

This was the government office, and the people present were either civil servants or well-known figures in the literary and artistic circles. Because of what was going on in Wang Zixu's private life, they all pricked up their ears and listened carefully. The award winners, such as Diao Yiwen and Cui Xian, all had a look of delight.

Wang Zixu realized that if he continued like this, his reputation would become worse and worse, gradually sliding to the bottom, and it might even affect his family life and even ruin Ning Chunyan's reputation. He quickly said:

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Zhang Qian, I don't have any evidence that you rejected my manuscript because it was shortlisted, and I don't intend to sue you. If you have any objections to my being shortlisted as a special invitation manuscript for Nanjing University, you can also appeal through legitimate channels instead of making a fuss here."

Zhang Qian was about to rebuke him, but then she changed her mind and realized that the other party had more people and she might not win the argument. The leader was coming soon, and if she continued to argue, it might affect her image in the leader's mind. It would be better to take a step back and make peace. Later, she would naturally find a group of people who were dissatisfied with Wang Zixu's award, and it would not be too late to denounce him then.

After Zhang Qian kept silent, Wang Zixu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere at the scene also eased. Cui Xian, who knew nothing about it, grinned and said, "It seems that there are a lot of inside stories in this selection! I thought that writers only need to write well."

When Wang Zixu heard this, he felt bitter. Didn't he think so before? Even now, he still thinks so. But why did he become the "insider" in the eyes of others?
At this moment, Chen Qingluo suddenly broke free from Ning Chunyan's arm and walked towards him.

Wang Zixu's heartbeat began to speed up.

Ever since Chen Qingluo entered the room, he had been avoiding eye contact with her. He was afraid that if he saw her eyes, he would behave inappropriately again. But Chen Qingluo walked straight towards him, with a clear goal, and finally stood in front of him, raised her fist high, and then...

"what!"

Chen Qingluo's fist hit Prince Xu's chest directly.

She was only 1.6 meters tall, very thin, with slender wrists. Her posture looked very serious, and from her eyes, she also wanted to punch Wang Zixu seriously, but the difference in height and weight between the two made this serious punch not serious, but more like "a little punch on your chest".

However, her sudden punch still stunned everyone in the room. Even Wang Zixu was stunned.

Chen Qingluo raised her eyes to look at him: "Why did you shrink?"

"I...I didn't?"

"You just shrink back. She treated you like this. Don't you have any temper?"

"I..." Wang Zixu smiled bitterly at first, then put away his expression, "I can't do anything to her."

"Who said that?" Chen Qingluo said, "You can scold her."

"Swearing isn't a good idea..."

Chen Qingluo shook her head vigorously, as if she had heard a completely wrong academic point of view: "Swearing is good."

Wang Zixu turned his head and looked at Zhang Qian, who had her mouth slightly open. His mouth moved as if he was considering what to say. Finally, he made up his mind and said:
"Bitch."

"That's right." Chen Qingluo put away her fist, and the expression on her face said that she was finally satisfied. Wang Zixu seemed to be encouraged and mustered up the courage: "You stinky bitch."

"No matter how much you say, no matter how eloquent you are, you are still a bitch. This is what I have always wanted to say."

After saying this, Wang Zixu felt much more comfortable.

Zhang Qian's face turned red from bottom to top like a boiling kettle. She finally couldn't stand such humiliation and rushed towards Chen Qingluo hysterically. Wang Zixu naturally couldn't let Chen Qingluo be attacked, so he stood between the two of them.

As for Chen Qingluo, when she found that Zhang Qian was in a bad mood, she had already prepared to escape, and she had slipped away when she rushed over.

Shen Jianqiu stood outside the reception room with a playful expression. A group of people followed him, and Li Tingfang and Zhong Junmin stood beside him. But he stood still with his hands behind his back, and no one would move before him.

"It seems that our Xihe literary world has a new guy with personality," said Li Tingfang.

The secretary asked, "Do you want me to go in and maintain order first?"

Shen Jianqiu said: "What's the point of maintaining order? Can they tear down the house?"

After he finished speaking, he strode in.

……

The entertainment program of the literary gathering ended and the audience began to leave. Of course, many people chose to stay, drink beer, eat skewers, and chat about things in the literary world.

Gou Yingbiao called Shen Qingfeng several times, but the line was always busy, so he left worriedly. But apart from the leadership, their unit was the biggest winner in the literary competition. When one unit won the first and second place in the literary competition, people from other units kept coming to congratulate them.

The old colleagues in the unit all know how to enjoy life. They organized a party, basked in the moonlight and ate barbecue in the square. When they met people they knew, they boasted to them about winning the first and second place in the literary competition.

But Guo Ranran, Song Yinglian and other small groups were devastated. Compared with Diao Yiwen's victory, the success of the imaginary enemy made them feel more frustrated.

Xu Shichao slapped the Xihe Literature and Art Special Issue on the table and sat down with his arms and legs crossed: "I bought the special issue. I just read it in the bookstore. Wang Zixu's writing is really good, and it is obviously a level higher than other articles."

Hu Xiaoping teased, "Old Xu, have you become a literary critic? Can you appreciate literary works?"

Xu Shichao raised his head and said, "He does have some basic Chinese education. Look at his writing style, it's obviously not on the same level as others."

After that, he quickly added: "Of course, Xiao Diao's work is also very good."

Zhang Cangnian smiled: "Since they are both away, you don't have to think about carrying water at this time."

Hu Xiaoping ate peanuts and said, "I think Xiao Wang is a very talented person. He is a little bit secretive. I know he writes novels when he is free, but he always keeps it a secret. He is a little too shy."

Xu Shichao said: "Everyone should know that he wrote novels. He has been unsuccessful in his applications for so many years, and now someone is talking about it, so he must have kept it secret. It is understandable."

Hu Xiaoping added: "I thought he wasn't very talkative and usually kept quiet, but I didn't expect that he could talk freely in front of so many people during the interview. He's quite impressive."

Someone said, "It seems that he doesn't like to talk, but he doesn't like to talk to us."

After chatting for a while, everyone felt that Wang Zixu was a little too aloof. Xu Shichao sighed. His ideas were different from others, but he couldn't explain them in detail.

He thought of what Wang Zixu said, "Literature belongs to losers," and suddenly felt that there was some truth in it. Some things are not said in the workplace, so you can only write them down on paper. Wang Zixu's personal experience combined with his words made him understand it a little.

Maybe some people are destined to be lonely. Wang Zixu is one of those people. In other words, he is destined to be a writer.

Zhang Cangnian saw that Song Yinglian looked unhappy, so he patted him on the back and said, "Xiao Diao got second place, you should be happy, right? Why do you look so depressed?"

Song Yinglian forced a smile and said, "I'm not depressed, I'm just a little confused. Didn't they say that Brother Wang didn't make the list? How come he suddenly made the list and won first place?"

Zhang Cangnian avoided the question and said, "Do you know what Xiao Diao's father does?"

Song Yinglian was stunned: "I don't know."

"Her father is the deputy county magistrate of Changle County next door. He's very powerful." Zhang Cangnian said.

Song Yinglian asked, "How do you know so much?"

Zhang Cangnian asked: "Your parents should be teachers, right?"

"right……"

Zhang Cangnian smiled and said, "At my age, I can actually tell a lot of things. Xiao Diao's words and deeds, the way he treats people, at first glance, show that he is a child from a standard civil servant family, very authentic."

Song Yinglian asked: "Did you also see the situation in my family?"

Zhang Cangnian said, "Yeah. You have the smell of a child from a teacher's family. It's very obvious."

Song Yinglian felt it was amazing. He really wanted Zhang Cangnian to teach him, but he couldn't say it out loud.

Zhang Cangnian seemed to see what he was thinking: "When you have been in administration for a long time, you will not need anyone to teach you. You will learn it by yourself. But you have to know one thing. What is it? Everyone's family background and ability level are very different. Don't be self-righteous and don't judge others by yourself."

After saying that, Zhang Cangnian sighed: "Don't judge others by your own standards. This is easy to say, but it's easier said than done. There is no one in this world who doesn't judge others by their own standards."

Song Yinglian finally came to his senses and raised his beer: "Chief Zhang, I toast you."

After they finished drinking, Zhang Cangnian said:

"You don't have to think that it's a big deal that Xiao Diao got second place, or that Wang Zixu got first place. It's enough for Xiao Diao to get second place. If she got first place, it might not be good for her. You don't have to feel strange that Wang Zixu got first place. They are not on the same level. You don't have to put yourself in their shoes and compare yourself with others."

Song Yinglian found this remark quite interesting and tilted his head to ponder.

Some things can't be solved by just a few words from him, he just couldn't help but speak out. In fact, Zhang Cangnian had something else to say: Wang Zixu is not an ordinary person. Taking him as an imaginary enemy is a mistake.

This unit was not the place for him to stay.

……

The farce in the reception room finally came to an end, and Wang Zixu and other award-winning representatives were finally able to sit down quietly.

Shen Jianqiu also sat on the sofa, crossing his legs. His presence put great pressure on everyone in the room. The heads of several organizing committee departments stood aside, and Director Mei ran outside to smoke.

Shen Jianqiu looked like he was smiling, staring at Wang Zixu for a long time before he said, "Wang Zixu, I've heard of your name."

(End of this chapter)