Chapter 150 Black God Chapter: Tang Monk
Chapter 150 Black Myth: Tang Monk
Diao Yiwen added: "Think about it, the Little Prince is the writer our magazine promotes, but he has never been recognized by the traditional literary world. If Shi Shuqiu could speak on the platform, would Shi Tonghe's attitude soften a little? If Shi Tonghe has changed his attitude, will the traditional literary world recognize the Little Prince?"
Otherwise, why do they say that women are born political animals? Even if Wang Zixu was given ten or eight years to think of what Diao Yiwen said, he would not be able to do so. Or even if he could think of it, he did not think that Shi Tonghe's son should have the right to declare that he was a woman.
When Wang Zixu first entered junior high school, he was the first to collect homework. He was very enthusiastic and took the homework to the teacher's office on behalf of the class representative. As a result, the class representative got furious. This confused him. Later, he learned that the class representative thought he had robbed him of his opportunity to show off.
He once scoffed at it and thought it was a childish trick, but after he started working, he found that everyone around him was a class representative. Everyone worked together, but the leader only recognized the person who reported to him last. The tricks used in school days were very effective at the management level, which was enough to show the advanced management concept of the school.
The same logic applies to Shi Shuqiu. If the school must choose a representative to inherit the traffic and reputation of the Little Prince, then this person should be Shi Shuqiu. What he said is not important, what is important is that he stands in front of the public.
In Shi Shuqiu's eyes, the name of the Little Prince probably refers to Sun Xingzhe. Even if the Monkey King can transform into 72 different forms and has a bronze head, iron arms, and golden eyes, he is not one of them. However, Jin Chanzi has been one of them since birth, so the leader of the team can only be Jin Chanzi.
When Monkey King sent Jin Chanzi to the Western Paradise, Monkey King might be able to share the second-class benefits, be given a Buddhist position, and whitewash his early non-staff experience; and Jin Chanzi could be legitimately sent to the position he deserves, even if he did nothing, but who made him the leader of the team?
There was no need for the Monkey King to complain about the injustice of the world. If it weren't for Jin Chanzi, this plan might not have been possible. If Jin Chanzi didn't happen to need a monkey, he might never have had the chance to turn over from under the Five Finger Mountain.
Now that Jin Chanzi has come to your doorstep, why don’t you quickly submit your loyalty and express your gratitude? What are you waiting for?
This is what Diao Yiwen meant.
After saying that, Diao Yiwen took a deep breath and said, "The overall situation is more important!"
Wang Zixu was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay."
Diao Yiwen showed a teachable expression: "That's right. I know you are aloof and you have the pride of a scholar, but in this matter, you just need to turn a blind eye. If Master Shi is happy, we can be happy too."
Wang Zixu was a little depressed, but he still said honestly: "Okay."
Diao Yiwen said, "When you go back later, just keep this attitude, neither humble nor arrogant, pretend nothing happened, and promise him that it was a favor, don't mess it up."
Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "I have been in class for so many years, don't I know the rules of the underworld?"
Diao Yiwen rolled her eyes and stared at him: "Really? I'm afraid you don't understand."
When she said this, all she could think about was the scene where Wang Zixu made a scene in Gou Yingbiao's office.
She found it difficult to gauge Wang Zixu's emotional intelligence. Sometimes he was very stubborn, and sometimes he was smooth and flexible.
The two returned to the office. Wang Zixu sat down straight and said to Shi Shuqiu with a serious expression:
"If your speech is within 15 minutes, we can add a separate speech session."
When Lu Qingxuan heard this, she stood up, walked quickly to his side, and whispered:
"Is everything alright? We can only rent the auditorium for three hours at most, and the schedule is already full. Where can we get him another 3 minutes?"
Wang Zixu whispered, "I'll think of a way."
Shi Shuqiu said confidently, "Okay, 15 minutes is a bit difficult for me, but I can control it a little bit."
"Yes." The prince nodded pretentiously, and then continued, "Then there is the issue of content. I think it is best not to take the topic of 'The Little Prince is a woman' as the core of the talk."
Shi Shuqiu frowned slightly. Before he said anything, Diao Yiwen became anxious. She stamped her feet secretly, with a beaming face, hinting to Wang Zixu not to say too much.
Wang Zixu continued calmly, "It's not that we don't want to talk about this. We can talk about it and use it as an interesting point of view to open up a new topic. But after all, we have to speak for 15 minutes. If this is the only point of view, it might be too thin."
Shi Shuqiu suddenly understood and said, "You mean, 'The Little Prince is a girl' is just a gimmick. Once everyone has listened to it, we can talk about something more profound?"
"That's right." Wang Zixu felt a little humiliated for some reason.
"Great!" The more Shi Shuqiu thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. "In fact, I thought so at the beginning. But Lu Qingxuan didn't let me speak. I was prepared to speak for only five minutes. I didn't expect to speak for so long."
Wang Zixu nodded: "Speak longer and prepare more seriously. I heard that the number of people who have made reservations for the live broadcast has reached 10."
"It's already 12 now." Lu Qingxuan added unhappily, "and it's still rising."
Wang Zixu returned the USB drive to him. Shi Shuqiu took it seriously and said solemnly: "Thank you. I will prepare it well when I go back."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. Before leaving, he glanced at Ye Lan strangely.
The beauty was sitting in a chair in the corner with her white legs crossed, smiling charmingly and staring at him playfully. He couldn't help but touch his nose, wondering if there was something wrong with his hairstyle today.
When he reached the door, he answered the phone and said, "Hello, Dad..."
Then his voice and the man disappeared at the door.
Wang Zixu and Diao Yiwen looked at each other mysteriously.
Sure enough, not long after, Ning Chunyan called.
"I have good news and bad news for you."
Lu Qingxuan said: "You should tell me the bad news first, so that I can at least be mentally prepared."
"We have to adjust the venue rental arrangements again. We need to free up some seats in the front row."
Lu Qingxuan said: "That's not bad, we have to make adjustments anyway."
Ning Chunyan said excitedly, "It doesn't matter. The good news is that a big shot is also coming to the meeting."
Lu Qingxuan put the phone on speakerphone, and Wang Zixu raised the volume beside her: "Could it be Shi Tonghe?"
"Hey? Are you here?" Ning Chunyan's voice came from the other end of the phone, "How did you know? Shi Tonghe is coming."
Wang Zixu and Diao Yiwen were both shocked. Ning Chunyan was unaware of this and said happily, "Because Shi Tonghe is coming, the dean personally called us to show his concern for us, saying that our magazine had just been established and a master-level writer came to support us. It was such a great honor.
"I said it's not me who has a lot of face, it's the little prince who has a lot of face. Only a writer with such a high volume, depth, literary style and connotation can attract so much attention and cause such a big topic. I just had a keen eye and pestered him to extort a pretty good novel from him. It's just a small and insignificant contribution.
"Well, I think we can be more ambitious. Taking advantage of the popularity of the first issue, we can print 20,000 more copies. As long as we manage it properly, our magazine will be able to become one of the top three magazines in the country in terms of sales in the future."
Wang Zixu did not disturb her dream, but just listened with a smile, like an old father listening to his child talking about his dreams. Suddenly, a voice suddenly appeared beside him and startled him:
"Huh, 'a master-level writer', is that so great? I am also a master-level writer."
Wang Zixu turned his head and saw Sartre, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, holding a glass of red wine, his hands in his pockets, standing between Ye Lan and Lu Qingxuan as if nothing had happened.
Wang Zixu knew that Sartre was just an illusion in his mind, so he said calmly: "You are not a master in China, you are a master in France, and there are so many masters in France, it's not rare anymore."
Sartre smiled and said, "I'm not talking about myself, I'm talking about it for you."
Wang Zixu didn't want to pay attention to him.
Sartre said, "You Chinese have a myth called Journey to the West, in which every monster wants to eat Tang Monk. Now, the name of the Little Prince is like Tang Monk. Eating Tang Monk can make you immortal. Even the Master wants to have a bite."
The prince smiled and said, "I thought I was Sun Wukong, but you thought I was Tang Monk."
Sartre raised his eyebrows: "Sun Wukong has the Flower-Fruit Mountain to return to. If you are unhappy, where can you return to?"
Wang Zixu was stunned by the question and murmured, "You know a lot about Chinese mythology."
Sartre put the red wine glass on his table: "Let me ask you seriously, what do you think is the difference between serious literature and popular literature?"
Wang Zixu said: "Serious literature only tells the truth, while popular literature tells embellished and polished words."
"Do you think you were sincere just now?"
Wang Zixu was a little annoyed: "Literature tells the truth, but it doesn't mean that writers have to tell the truth all the time. Writers have to pay social security and their children have to go to school. In order to make a living, they have to do things they are reluctant to do. If writers can only tell the truth, how tiring it would be to be a writer? Who can be worthy of being a writer?
"Lu Xun was so cold and profound, but in order not to chill people's hearts, he had to hide his darkest thoughts deep in his heart, which led to him never producing the greatest works, even though he had the ability. Lu Xun was not a pure writer, but he was a good person.
"If Shi Tonghe's son wants to express himself, then let him express himself. Even if he says so, I won't become a woman. Even if he doesn't say so, he is still Shi Tonghe's son. What's the point of me opposing it? If I oppose it, will he no longer be Shi Tonghe's son? Everyone can choose not to be a pure writer, why do I have to be a pure writer when it's my turn?"
Sartre smiled and said, "Look at you, you are anxious again. Did I say that what you did was wrong? Did I say that you are not worthy of being a writer? No? It's okay, it's okay. Just be happy. No one can be a saint."
After he said this, Wang Zixu calmed down a little, but Sartre muttered in an elusive voice:
"But are you happy?"
"Is this the office of New Appreciation magazine?"
A woman's voice came from the door. Wang Zixu looked up and saw a young woman in a high-slit denim skirt standing there. Her face looked very familiar.
She knocked on the door urgently and in an unpleasant tone, as if she was coming to call someone to task.
The prince thought about it for a while before remembering who she was:
"Zhang Xixi?"
When the woman saw Wang Zixu, her eyes lit up and she shouted, "Hey! What a coincidence! Why are you here?"
Her tone was very excited.
Wang Zixu's father used to live in the basement. His neighbor was called Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang had a son and a daughter. The daughter was Zhang Xixi, who worked in administration at Nanjing University. The last time Wang Zixu went home, he met her once and added her on WeChat, but they never chatted much.
Zhang Xixi came over and said with a smile: "I was going to torture your magazine, but now I have an acquaintance like you, so I can't torture you. Why are you here?"
Wang Zixu said, "I am the editor-in-charge here, so of course I am here. What about you? Why are you here?"
Zhang Xixi showed her work badge and said, "You know what? I'm in charge of the school auditorium. I heard that you guys are going to extend the auditorium rental time to a whole day? We have other activities in the afternoon. How can you embarrass me?"
Wang Zixu was just having a headache over this matter, and quickly used his emotional intelligence honed from years of work to apologize with a smile: "Isn't this a special situation? The famous Shi Tonghe is suddenly coming to participate, so this program must be made more grand? If the standards are not good enough, won't it be embarrassing in front of outsiders?"
Zhang Xixi raised her face and said, "What's wrong with Shi Tonghe? Shi Tonghe also has to follow the first come first served principle? We can't say that once you, Shi Tonghe, come, our Industrial Management Department's Youth League Organization Life Meeting will not be held? There are hundreds of students there!"
Sartre cheered and applauded her from behind: "Well said!"
When he heard that it was a Youth League meeting, Wang Zixu felt more confident and said, "Oh, this is indeed a bit troublesome. How about I talk to their department's student union and see if we can postpone it for a day or two?"
Zhang Xixi waved her hand: "If it was someone else, I would let him go, but with your relationship, I'm embarrassed to say that. I can help you communicate with them, but you have to agree to one condition of mine?"
The prince said humbly, you are waiting here. He asked, "What are the conditions?"
"Can you arrange an interview for me with a little prince?"
Upon hearing this request, the magazine fell into an awkward silence. Diao Yiwen and Lu Qingxuan, who had been busy, both raised their heads.
Wang Zixu said: "You know, no one knows the identity of the little prince, and he doesn't see anyone."
Zhang Xixi said with a smile: "I know, but you must have his contact information, right? If it were easy, I definitely wouldn't ask you for help!"
Lu Qingxuan put down the manuscript in his hand, scratched his ears, and wanted to say something, but his expression was difficult to describe, and he couldn't speak. While he was hesitating, he heard Wang Zixu say:
"Sure, that can be arranged."
(End of this chapter)