Chapter 189 No investigation, no right to speak

Chapter 189 No investigation, no right to speak

Chapter 189 No investigation, no right to speak

The smell of An Younan was still drilling into his nose. Unfortunately, Wang Zixu was not a noble and elegant young man, otherwise he would have been able to tell that this was Oulong's Citrus MSG Cologne. I like this base note, which fits the atmosphere at this time.

An Younan was still enthusiastic: "The teacher said that he was annoyed that your work grabbed the headlines, but after reading it, he felt that it was reasonable. You have to know that the teacher is usually very arrogant and is not the kind of person who will admit defeat verbally. At that time, I was curious and took your work to have a look. Hehe, how did you write "Fire in the Stone"? "

An Younan was not a girl with a strong sense of boundaries. She stomped her feet and jumped a little, her hand holding his almost touching her chest.

Prince Xu calmly broke free from her hand and asked, "Excuse me, who is your teacher?"

I don’t know why, but as soon as he said this, Zhou Qingqing and others beside him changed their expressions, as if he had said something very strange.

"No way, you don't even know who Miss An's teacher is? Don't you ever get the latest information?" Jiang Mengyao found an opportunity to interrupt.

Wang Zixu was not convinced by this. In fact, Wang Zixu cared more about the latest news than anyone else. He even checked the Nobel Prize odds list regularly to see if there were any new names. But if he retorted at this time, "Who is Miss An's teacher? Why do I have to know?", it would be a bit of a low EQ.

An Younan was also a little surprised that he didn't know the relationship between the characters, but her expression was shaken for only a moment before she recovered. She bit her lip and said seriously:
"Excuse me, let me introduce myself. My name is An Younan, and my teacher is Gu Zao, the same Gu Zao who was on the front page of this issue of Obtain but didn't make the headlines."

Wang Zixu was finally surprised. He had heard Gu Zao's name repeatedly recently and it was familiar to him. As a competitor who was very likely to become a candidate for the Nobel Prize, he secretly tried to help him and also read his works. He had to admit that in terms of output and spirituality, although this person did not make him despair, he did not dare to underestimate him.

He was shocked that this guy could accept such a beautiful female apprentice. And he still couldn't understand: Even if Gu Zao has been famous for a long time, I don't have to know every beautiful female apprentice of his, right?
Ning Chunyan cleared his throat, secretly poked Wang Zixu's waist, and said:

"Ms. An is now the face of Xunyi Company, right? Are you taking Mr. Gu as your teacher to pave the way for Xunyi's recent cultural strategy?"

An Younan smiled brightly: "Only Miss Ning would be so perceptive. We do think so."

After that, she quickly added: "But this is not a face-saving project, I really want to learn something!"

Of course, this is actually a face-saving project. If literature can be taught and learned, then the great writers of the past and present should be like the princes and nobles, and should be inherited from their families. But this is not the case.

Literature still requires some talent and spirituality.

Zhou Qingqing's eyebrows moved slightly, and she smiled at Wang Zixu: "The news about Miss An's apprenticeship has been on the hot search recently. It has been a hot topic recently. Everyone was just talking about it. You didn't know about it, so everyone was very surprised. Doesn't Teacher Wang Zixu usually watch the news?"

Wang Zixu nodded: "I haven't seen much."

Jiang Mengyao said: "Zhang Qian also told me that you are a bit self-contained. Don't writers have to draw materials from reality? If you don't read the hot news, how can you write down-to-earth works?"

Wang Zixu said: "I read the news, but I don't read much about hot topics. There is too much complicated information."

Jiang Mengyao curled her lips and said, "Miss An's apprenticeship is a big event in the literary world, right? If you don't read it, you won't even know about it. This is a lot of complicated information."

She thought she was helping An Younan save face, but An Younan didn't think so. He stroked his long hair and said, "I read Mr. Wang Zixu's "Fire in the Stone", and I felt that in the long river of history, my little piece of news is nothing. It's just a tiny plankton."

The prince waved his hand: "No, no, as she said, I am indeed closed."

Jiang Mengyao pouted, looking unconvinced.

So the party regrouped, everyone sat down and started chatting about some family matters.

After chatting for a while, Wang Zixu realized that the so-called "An Younan is the face of Xunyi" means that An Younan is not only a senior executive of Xunyi, but also serves as an image spokesperson. And it's not just the news that she became a disciple. Her traffic itself is overwhelming. This sweet and lovely girl has already had the foundation of popularity from her appearance. No wonder Jiang Mengyao felt that he had never heard of her. He was really an ape.

But the only social media on Wang Zixu's phone is the Wenmi app (if it counts as social media), and he has accurately avoided all the communication arrows shot at him by modern media, resulting in him knowing nothing about An Younan and not even hearing his name. In fact, if he goes out more often, he will definitely see An Younan's huge face on billboards in shopping malls.

However, the focus of this meeting became Wang Zixu. An Younan asked Wang Zixu many questions, such as where did the inspiration for "Fire in the Stone" come from? What difficulties did he encounter during the writing process? How did he hone his writing skills? How long did he plan to write? ...

Wang Zixu adhered to the principle of "talking less and showing more depth" and answered as briefly as possible. Naturally, he did not mention the disputes between him and Shi Tonghe. He spoke briefly, but Ning Chunyan helped him fill in the key points, such as the difficulty of writing novels.

Although he didn't say much, An Younan seemed to have heard a vivid and interesting story after listening to it. He sighed with satisfaction and put his hands on his knees: "I didn't expect that it took such effort to write "Fire in the Stone". If my teacher knew about this, he would definitely not feel so regretful."

After that, she turned around and asked, "Ms. Ning, speaking of which, after Mr. Wang Zixu became famous this time, he should be a very popular person, right? How did you think of poaching him as an editor?"

Ning Chunyan smiled and said, "Dig him? Miss An, I don't need to dig him. He is my editor. In order to let him concentrate on writing "Fire in the Stone", I even gave him two months of vacation."

Zhou Qingqing reminded him softly, "Teacher Wang Zixu won first place in the Xihe Literary Festival before, and Miss Ning was a judge at the time. I'm afraid she noticed it then, right?"

This topic involved the discussion before An Younan came. Jiang Mengyao raised her eyebrows, stood up, and hesitated to speak. Finally, she lay back flat on the sofa with a sneer on her lips, as if waiting to see how she would explain.

Ning Chunyan was not as guilty as she thought. Instead, she smiled and said, "I have known him even longer than that."

An Younan blinked: "You knew him before the literary meeting?"

"When I met him, he hadn't published a single article yet," Ning Chunyan said. "He was so timid at the time that he didn't know how to submit his novel. I suggested that he submit his debut novel to Yangtze River, and only then did he dare to try. It ended up appearing on the front page of Yangtze River, and that was the first step."

"Heh." After Ning Chunyan finished speaking, Jiang Mengyao sneered at the side. Ning Chunyan glanced at her and ignored her.

An Younan took out a small notebook from his chest pocket, and then took out a very thin pen. He held the pen carefully with his cherry-pink manicure-adorned hands and asked, "Which issue of Yangtze River did Wang Zixu appear in? I have to write it down and look it up when I get back."

"I remember it was the August issue, printed in the same month by Xihe Literature Society."

"Heh." Jiang Mengyao sneered again, this time her voice was louder, and the people around her couldn't help but notice it.

As An Younan wrote down his thoughts in his notebook, he asked, "I'll have to take a closer look. Was it published in Yangtze River the first time I submitted my manuscript?"

Wang Zixu took a sip of tea and said, "Actually, when I first submitted, I was not familiar with the situation, so I submitted to a magazine that I had no chance of getting into at the time."

"Which one?"

""get"."

"Haha..." An Younan covered his mouth and laughed, his eyes curved, "But you still made it to Get."

Wang Zixu put down the cup and nodded: "Yes, we still climbed up."

“‘You have to believe that the beauty in life will never be lost because of missed opportunities. It is just quietly dormant somewhere, waiting for your next visit.’”

The prince smiled falsely: "What a nice sentence."

An Younan stuck out his tongue and said, "I wrote it myself, teacher, please don't criticize me too much."

I have to admit that although the label of "talented girl" is a minus point for Wang Zixu, I have to admit that An Younan is a very likable girl. An Younan turned her head again and said: "Sister Ning has a keen eye for talent. She can actually take in talents before they become famous. I admire you!"

Ning Chunyan finally smiled from the bottom of his heart, covering his mouth with his hands: "Haha, other people only buy blue chip stocks, but I always buy potential stocks. Maybe I'm good at stock trading?"

Zhou Qingqing also laughed and said, "It's a pity that our country doesn't give awards to editors. If we did, I believe Editor-in-Chief Ning would definitely win the first prize."

"Sister Ning must have been questioned a lot before, right? Now that Teacher Wang Zixu has successfully made the headlines of Get, all the doubts have disappeared overnight. This must be a great feeling."

"Needless to say? I am so proud of myself!"

Wang Zixu was somewhat stunned as he watched a group of women flattering each other. He finally understood why Ning Chunyan brought him here - she also had a need to show off.

Moreover, he felt that he had gone over the lines Ning Chunyan said in his mind countless times. Maybe she had wanted to say it in front of him for a long time, but just lacked the right opportunity.

However, he didn't mind letting her take the opportunity to show off. After all, they were a golden pair.
Just when everyone was having fun, a discordant voice suddenly interrupted:
"I just want to ask Miss Ning, in the literary circle, are there any cases of nepotism, where relatives and friends are promoted to be talented people and celebrities?"

When Jiang Mengyao spoke, everyone fell silent for a moment and looked away.

"Yes." Ning Chunyan answered frankly, "Not only that, but there are quite a lot."

The figure of a certain person flashed through her and Wang Zixu's minds at the same time.

Jiang Mengyao sneered, "A talented woman like you, who is also a judge at the Xihe Literary Association, shouldn't you avoid suspicion? You just kept saying that the selection of the literary association was fair and just, but now you confess that you and the top winner have known each other for a long time. I really... I really don't understand your thoughts."

Ning Chunyan said, "I just said that Yan Zishan gave a high score that time. Do you mean that you are suspicious of Yan Zishan too?"

Jiang Mengyao said: "Is there anyone who gave a low score?"

"Everyone has different aesthetic preferences, so of course the judges' scores will be high and low."

"That's it." Jiang Mengyao spread her hands, "Those who understand will understand."

"Sorry? I don't understand what you're trying to say."

"You really don't understand? Haha, I think I expressed it very clearly."

This person's logic was getting weirder and weirder. Ning Chunyan felt that it was very troublesome to talk to her:
"To be honest, the second place winner of the Xihe Literary Competition was also an editor under me. If you want to question the results of the competition, it shouldn't be you who should question it. Why don't I give you her contact information so you can have a chat?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting tense, Zhou Qingqing stepped out to smooth things over, saying, "How about we not talk about this topic anymore?"

Ning Chunyan said, "No, I want to talk. She meant that I was partial to someone when I was a judge. This is a serious accusation. I want to make it clear. What evidence does she have to say that?"

Jiang Mengyao pursed her lips, crossed her arms, and took a defensive posture. After a pause, she said, "I don't want to ask about the second place in that literary gathering. I just want to ask about the first place. Do you think you deserved the first place?"

For a moment, all eyes were focused on Wang Zixu's face.

Do you deserve your first place?

Strangely enough, when asked this question, his first reaction was not anger, nor confusion, nor sorrow.

He felt very sad.

He never got first place in his life. Even for that public institution, he was promoted by the second place. The first place thought the place was too shabby and later got admitted to Donghai University.

He didn't work hard on other things, but he was serious about writing, and the Nobel Prize books filling his house were proof of that. Those words and the names of the authors were always lingering in his mind, between breaths.

In fact, to this day, he still feels like he was dreaming when he won first place at the literary gathering. He has forgotten most of what happened that day, except for the moment when Chen Qingluo put the medal on his head. He was also in a trance, and felt that it was unreal that he won first place.

But why ask me this question? Why not ask Shi Shuqiu and those people whether they feel they deserve the title? Do they have the confidence that their efforts are worth the rewards?

"I think every reader has his or her own first choice in his or her mind. Just like every year when the Nobel Prize list is announced, I also have a better candidate in my mind," said Wang Zixu.

Jiang Mengyao raised the corners of her mouth slightly and held her head high.

"But the premise is that the person has to be a reader," Wang Zixu said, "If someone has not even read my works, what right does he have to question me?

"If you have read it, even if you say that what I wrote is a piece of shit, I will think about it seriously. But you haven't read it, so what right do you have to say anything? If you haven't investigated, you have no right to speak. If you haven't read the book, don't express your opinion casually.

"You haven't seen my work, so you are not questioning the work, but questioning your own prejudice. You are fighting your own prejudice, and then you kill the imaginary me with prejudice, and you are complacent. How can I prove myself? Let you win. Because you live in your own world, and you are invincible in your own world."

After saying all this in one breath, Wang Zixu realized that his previous plan with Ning Chunyan to "pretend to be an expert without saying anything" had completely failed because he had talked too much.

But Jiang Mengyao shut up and stared at him. The other girls also stopped what they were doing and looked at him straight.

"Ahem." An Younan's face turned pale. "Let's not discuss this topic anymore. I'm going to change my clothes."

"I'll go as well."

……

"Changing clothes" is an elegant name for going to the toilet, which is what the ancients called "changing clothes". The talented girls have to be subtle even when doing this action.

The talented girls all left at once. While they were in the bathroom, Wang Zixu was still reflecting on whether he had a stubborn temper again. When the talented girls came back, everyone found that one person was missing.

"Miss Jiang is gone." Zhou Qingqing told An Younan, "She left secretly. The front desk said so."

"It's better for her to leave. If she doesn't leave on her own, I will ask her to leave." An Younan's face was still not looking good. "Who brought her in? We shouldn't keep such members here. Tell the front desk not to let her in again in the future."

Zhou Qingqing said: "I also think she is a little strange. I can't discuss with her on the same channel. Her logic is very strange. I used to think that it was just me who couldn't agree with her."

Others around her nodded in agreement, and it seemed that she was not the only one who thought so.

After she finished speaking, she leaned over to An Younan's ear and whispered something. After An Younan heard it, his brows relaxed and he said, "I see. That's not surprising. It's right not to let her come in the future."

Wang Zixu was stunned for a long time, then he breathed a sigh of relief and laughed. He thought he had messed up again. Unexpectedly, An Younan's face was livid not because of him, but because she was upset with Jiang Mengyao.

(End of this chapter)