Chapter 190 Eavesdropping
Chapter 190 Eavesdropping
After talking about how to deal with Jiang Mengyao, An Younan's expression quickly turned from cloudy to bright, and she sat down next to Wang Zixu by holding up her skirt.
The girl was sitting too close, and the fragrance from her body began to attack Wang Zixu's nose again, and his upper body involuntarily leaned back.
"Teacher Wang Zixu, I have prepared a gift for you. I am in a hurry and my preparation is not perfect. Please forgive me."
An Younan just hooked her finger, and a small square black box was handed to her. She turned around and held the box in front of Wang Zixu.
The sudden courtesy caught him off guard: "Ah? No need? I didn't prepare any gift for you."
An Younan stared at his face for a while, seemingly puzzled by what he said, and then he chuckled: "No, no, you take it. When you first come to our place, you will receive a welcome gift."
Wang Zixu had a heavy box stuffed into his hand. He bowed his head and kept saying thank you. He felt a little silly. What kind of gift could he bring as a poor man? An Younan must be laughing secretly.
He placed the box on his knees. An Younan stretched out his white fingers and pointed at the silver cursive English words on the box:
"I'm sorry, even though I gave you a gift, I still think this is a bit pretentious, but I really want to introduce it to you. This is Lutens' Sandalwood. We are all girls here, so there are very few men's perfumes like this, but I think this one is perfect for you!
"You know, this brand is a unique work that combines literature and perfume. Each one has its own story. It is solemn, aloof, not deliberately flattering, and has a unique sense of alienation. Promise me that you must spray it next time you come to our party, okay?"
Wang Zixu had learned a lot of high-end skills during his half year in Donghai, but he had not learned how to review luxury goods. This thing was like chopping Foucault and Camus into pieces, kneading them together, and wrapping them like frosting as added value on this thing with a pure consumerist core. He could not say anything to agree with it.
"Why do you think being distant suits me?"
"That's how I feel about you. Sorry, I like to judge people by their first impression. Is that offensive to you?"
"No no……"
"Are all writers so cool, colder than a rock, and as silent as an inkstone?"
"Mmmmm... no no..."
"Other writers are not like this, only you are like this, right?"
"Uh uh uh! I didn't say anything about others. It's not that I don't have…"
The eyelashes on An Younan's eyes sparkled like jewels, and once she was stared at, she couldn't look away. Wang Zixu was like a mouse stared at by a king cobra, and he couldn't even speak clearly. At this point, Wang Zixu's strategy of "pretending to be a master by keeping silent" was completely bankrupt under the attack of the gold and yuan offensive and the beauty trap. Facing Miss An's aggressive gaze, he made a "uh uh" sound in his throat, which can be said to be "the nods of a thousand men are not as good as the uh uh of one man."
Ning Chunyan saw that he was easily beaten by An Younan, and cursed him in his heart, "What a useless thing." You are a married Wang Zixu, but you are teased by a girl who is 5 years younger than you. Where is the spirit you showed when you helped her block the wine at the table? How can you not even recognize such a standard green tea trick?
But she still put on a smile and kindly changed the subject:
"Miss An, didn't you ask me about the Little Prince last time? Actually, I've been discussing a new novel with the Little Prince recently, and we've already made some progress."
"Yeah?!"
Upon hearing the news, An Younan's eyes lit up. She left Wang Zixu and sat down next to Ning Chunyan, holding up her skirt.
It was as if the trumpet for a competition had been sounded, and all the talented girls in the building appeared out of nowhere, gathered around Ning Chunyan, and chattered non-stop.
"Is the Little Prince finally going to write a new short story? What's the subject? How long does it plan to be? Will he write about his personal experiences?"
"Can Miss Ning really contact the little prince? Have you ever met him in person? What does he look like? Is he over 28 years old?"
"The romance in 'Shikongzhan' is so well written. Did the little prince also experience a first love? When you discussed the creation, did Mr. Ning reveal the source of his inspiration?"
"When will the new work be released? Can the next issue of New Appreciation be published? Ms. Ning, do you need publicity? I have a publicity channel that can help you advertise."
……
Wang Zixu, a faded talent, was squeezed out of the circle, but soon he couldn't stand the enthusiastic talents pointing their butts impolitely at him anymore, so he simply sat far away from the crowd.
The popularity is clearly shown. Obviously, for the talented girls, Mr. Wang Zixu is just a respectful person, but the little prince is the hot star.
It seemed that everyone knew everything about the Little Prince, and everyone wanted to discuss the Little Prince. In the entire rooftop of the Galaxy City, only Prince Xu was out of touch and puzzled by the current situation - why didn't I know that I had to write a new short story?
Ning Chunyan spent a long time to stop the voices from both sides of the Straits and said to everyone:
"At present, the inspiration of Mr. Little Prince is still in the incubation stage. I refuse to disturb anyone, including me. I don't know anything about the questions you asked. I only know that he has the intention to write new works. When the new works come out, he will naturally inform you in advance. Please continue to support our "New Appreciation" magazine..."
Ever since the popularity of "Shikongzhan" gradually faded, the sales of "Xinshang" magazine have gradually returned to normal levels - this is a more pleasant way of putting it - or it can be said that it has plummeted and returned to its original form, returning to the level that a newly established literary magazine should have.
Wang Zixu knew that Ning Chunyan had been moving around for some time, trying to find a way to maintain the stable operation of the magazine. He was completely occupied with Fire in the Stone, so it was difficult for him to help her, and he ignored her news on social media. He didn't expect Ning Chunyan to be so anxious.
The sweet-smiling lady at the front desk came over to add black tea to Wang Zixu's cup. Wang Zixu blew a few sips of the hot steam rising from the cup, and looked eagerly at Ning Chunyan. I have to say that her social skills are really something. Although her behavior is almost like begging, she can still make people rush to give her resources.
After receiving a series of benefits from the talented ladies, Ning Chunyan turned to An Younan with satisfaction: "Miss An, as for what you told me about the little prince..." An Younan's expression was serious: "I know, let's talk alone."
"Shall we go to the private room?"
"Ah."
Ning Chunyan stood up with her bag and said to Wang Zixu, "I'm going to do something. You can talk with the sisters and show more of your accomplishments in poetry."
She blinked desperately to indicate that he should play his role, and then she disappeared behind the curtain with An Younan.
Wang Zixu was left alone, feeling anxious because of what they said before they left.
Something about the little prince...what could it be?
Zhou Qingqing sat over, put her hands on her legs, and leaned over: "Teacher Wang Zixu, have you ever had contact with the little prince?"
"I didn't have much contact."
"How come? Aren't you the editor of New Appreciation?"
"He, he's a very secretive person, and editors don't usually see him."
"Only the talented Ning is qualified to meet her, right? Oh, I envy her so much. What do you think of Editor-in-Chief Ning?"
Wang Zixu held the teacup tightly in both hands: "She is a very nice person."
Zhou Qingqing made a nostalgic expression: "Yeah, I think so too, she is intelligent and talented, the little prince's door will probably only be open to people like her."
Wang Zixu chatted with her for a while, and then mostly listened to Zhou Qingqing expressing her fantasies about the little prince like a little girl. The more he listened, the more impatient he became, and he slipped into the bathroom under the pretext of going to the toilet.
After leaving the bathroom, Wang Zixu didn't want to go back too early. Since no one was watching him, he walked around and strolled somewhere else.
The top floor of Galaxy City is in an arc shape. The talented girls have meetings in the open space, and the narrow part of the arc is the private rooms, some of which are open and some of which are closed.
He was just looking around and suddenly found a pair of familiar royal blue high heels in front of a door.
He was about to find out what was going on when the door suddenly opened and an old lady in a striped uniform walked out. The old lady was short and stout, and she looked up at him with a suspicious look on her face, so Wang Zixu quickly pretended to pass by and left.
He walked a few steps and then turned back. The old lady was gone, her high heels were gone, but the door was ajar.
The words Ning An and the others said before they left were still ringing in his ears. He looked around with a furtive look, then slipped in through the door.
As soon as he entered the room, there was a wooden wall like a screen. There were curtains on both sides of the wall, and light was faintly visible. Voices came from the other side of the curtains, and one of the sentences was drilling into his ears:
"...Do you think the little prince would rather come to our side or stay there? Even if it's for his own consideration, I think I should pass on my proposal to him. There is no future for him to stay in Wen'ai."
It was An Younan's voice.
There was a sound of turning over from the other side of the curtain. It sounded like Ning Chunyan was sleeping in bed. After a while, she replied:
"Miss An, I promised not to let the relationship between him and me turn into one with a third person. This is my promise to him."
There was a crackling sound coming from inside the door, and Wang Zixu suddenly realized that they were having a spa.
An Younan said: "But you won't do that. You just add a relationship to him and let him know me. I won't get involved in your relationship."
Ning Chunyan said, "But it's the same for him. Miss An, you don't know what kind of person he is."
"Ms. Ning, you don't have feelings for him, do you? Private feelings. Or, to put it bluntly, you don't like him, do you?"
"..."
At this moment, there was a noise outside the door. It seemed that the old lady was coming back and was about to reach the door. If I went out at this time, I would definitely be caught.
The prince was terrified and turned back to look behind the curtain again. Now he was stuck in two directions.
(End of this chapter)