Chapter 193 Death Instinct
Chapter 193 Death Instinct
"If you ask me, we should just turn ourselves in," Sartre said. "The senior executives of Xunyi who are in their twenties are princess-level. We can't afford to offend them. Turning yourself in and having them come looking for you are two different ways to die."
The little prince said, "The princess class you are talking about, is it the kind in KTV?"
"Don't interrupt me, you know what I'm talking about?"
"Then may I suggest that you should not be so depressed?" said the little prince.
"What do you mean by depressed? I am! Don't feel happy that your suggestion helped him get away with it. To me, it was just to maintain temporary dignity. She didn't expose you on the spot only because you were not wearing any clothes at the time. She didn't want to make it so embarrassing. She might have already identified the criminal. You'd better turn yourself in."
The little prince said to the prince Xu: "Don't listen to him. After his libido was reduced to zero, 'Eros' has collapsed, and the death instinct is randomly projected. Now he just wants to drag you down with him."
Wang Zixu pursed his lips and followed Ning Chunyan walking on Qingshan Square.
After coming out of the essential oil hell, he was sweating profusely and looked suspicious. But Ning Chunyan was worried and didn't ask him. The two of them just walked in silence. Sartre and the little prince were arguing behind them.
"You're not so naive that you would think that just one of his words - of course he said it well - would not be enough to make Miss An's brain boil. After she found out she was fooled, she would not check the surveillance..."
"I checked when I left and there was no surveillance there," said the little prince.
"...Okay, even if there is no surveillance, she would not go to the front desk to testify and ask if there is an adult male in the store who reads Adonis's poems, reads Hegel, talks dirty, and can give massages? In China, there are only a handful of such people. If you make a user profile and look for them one by one, you can catch him!"
The little prince spread his hands: "Where is the evidence?"
"What evidence do you want? As long as she goes to the front and asks, and finds out that Wang Zixu is not there, then it's as if she has confirmed it!"
"Do you think she will ask?" the little prince asked back. "She will run to the hall and yell to those talented ladies, 'Just now when I was naked and lying on the bed, a man came in to give me a massage and talk about philosophy. Do you know who he was?' She won't ask."
Sartre was stunned by what he said and fell into deep thought.
The little prince said: "People like An Younan want to be respectable, she won't make a big fuss. It is very likely that she will keep silent and let this matter go with the wind."
"But how do you know that An Younan wants to be respectable? What if she is not respectable?"
As the two were talking about this, Ning Chunyan suddenly spoke, startling Wang Zixu:
"Do you know what An Younan wants to do?"
"Ah?" Prince Xu woke up as if from a dream.
Ning Chunyan frowned, grabbed the strap of the bag on her shoulder with both hands, and whispered, "An Younan wants to recruit the little prince to Xunyi to be the spokesperson for the Qingyan app."
Wang Zixu asked: "Does she want you to help contact the little prince?"
"Correct."
"Aren't you very willing?"
"Yes, you are quite smart." Ning Chunyan stood on tiptoe and patted Wang Zixu's head.
"Why not?"
Ning Chunyan sighed: "You don't know the style of Xunyi Company, right?"
"A little, but not much."
"In a nutshell, they don't treat themselves as human beings, and they don't treat others as human beings either," Ning Chunyan said. "Their companies have investments all over the world, they are big and powerful, and there are many factions. Internal competition is fierce, so they pay more attention to short-term returns and blindly pursue making big money and making quick money. They either don't do it, or they do it to the extreme."
"So how exactly do they not treat others as human beings?"
"Anyone who cooperates with them as an individual will never have a good ending," Ning Chunyan said with a strange expression. "Those stars and celebrities were the hottest and most watched leaders in the world before the cooperation, but at the end of the cooperation, they always lost their reputation and became a mess, without exception."
"Why is this happening?"
"Because they just keep exploiting. Fame, though seemingly illusory, is actually a resource. If you over-exploit it, it will be gone. Xunyi always likes to over-monetize fame, and this is the result. Anyway, there are so many celebrities and internet celebrities that you can't use them all up. If one doesn't work, just look for the next one, right?"
Wang Zixu pondered for a while and asked, "Then why would anyone be willing to work for them?"
“Because they give so much.”
Prince Xu became interested and asked quietly, "How much do they plan to give the little prince?"
Ning Chunyan held up five fingers and said, "Five million signing fee, five years contract, annual salary starting from 5, 50 per appearance for commercial book signings, speeches, and performances, variety shows are charged separately, book production and publishing included, royalty sharing the same as the debut work, free marketing and promotion, etc."
After she finished speaking, Sartre shouted from behind: "Promise her! Promise her!"
The little prince pushed him away impatiently: "What are you arguing about? You are draining the pond to catch all the fish!"
"Even if we exhaust all our resources, we can still catch enough fish to last a lifetime! How much have we saved after working so hard until now? 90 yuan, and another 80 yuan has been transferred to Ning Chunyan to start a magazine. If we sign this, we will be financially free!"
The little prince frowned. "Five million doesn't sound like much."
"I can tell you that this 500 million signing fee is only a part of the deal, and not the biggest part. The appearance fee for performing is 20, so performing 10 times is 200 million. I perform once a week, which means 960 million a year. I'm rich!"
"If you keep going this way, you'll be done in half a year."
"Half a year is still 480 million!" Sartre clapped his hands, "Promise her! Promise her!"
Wang Zixu rolled his eyes and said, "What the hell are you agreeing to? Everything you said is based on exposing your identity. Don't you have to show your face when you perform?"
Sartre was stunned: "What about Lu?"
"Ok?"
"Why can't you reveal that you are the little prince?" Sartre asked, "Is there any necessary reason? Isn't there a saying in China? There is no impenetrable wall in the world. You have been hiding it for so long, and you will have to take this step sooner or later, right?"
"Actually, I don't quite understand why," the little prince groaned. "Why?"
Wang Zixu fell silent. At this moment, a familiar and annoying voice came from behind him:
"Little Prince Teacher!"
Hearing the call, Wang Zixu and Ning Chunyan turned back suddenly at the same time.
In just a moment, he read the expressions of surprise, excitement, confusion, and joy in Ning Chunyan's eyes. The cold sweat that had just evaporated appeared again from his back, and the wind blew it up, making his shirt stick to him, and it was instantly cold, causing goose bumps all over his skin.
There were three people walking towards him, the lost believer was in the middle waving his hands high, Cheng Xing and the innocent poet were standing on both sides. The believer was so excited that he wanted to jump over to say hello to him.
The moment he saw Ning Chunyan, the poet pointed his finger into a fist, aimed it at the gap between the believer's ribs, and hit him hard.
"Small……"
The believer bent down, and the sound stopped abruptly like a chicken being slaughtered.
Cheng Xing walked over with a nonchalant smile and greeted, "Hello, Editor Wang."
"Hello, hello." Wang Zixu also tried his best to greet him as normal as possible.
Ning Chunyan looked at Cheng Xing, then at Wang Zixu, and asked in confusion: "When did you two meet?"
"Have you forgotten? We met at the last NCU party. Did you attend that event? Oh, it seems you didn't." Ning Chunyan's eyes were still filled with doubts: "Really?"
Wang Zixu said: "Yes. You really didn't participate that time."
In fact, there was no such thing as a Nanda party. Cheng Xing and Wang Zixu were sweating profusely.
"I know Cheng Xing, and I also know Du Kezhu," Ning Chunyan pointed at Cheng Xing, then at the poet, "Who is this? Is he also from Nanjing University?"
The believer bared his teeth and said, "My name is Zhou Xingzhi, and I am from the University of Finance and Economics."
"University of Finance? Is it the non-local one?"
The believer protested feebly: "It's 211!"
"I seemed to hear you calling someone Little Prince Teacher just now?"
"No. He didn't." The poet said in a very decisive tone.
"Really?" Ning Chunyan frowned, "But I heard it very clearly, and it seemed to be directed at Wang Zixu..."
Ning Chunyan turned to look at Wang Zixu: "You heard it too, right?"
"Yes, yes?"
"Yes." Ning Chunyan chose to believe his ears and said firmly, "I clearly heard it."
The believer rubbed his ribs and said, "You misunderstood the beauty. I called you 'Little Prince Xu Teacher'. Because the word 'xu' is pronounced more like a hollow word, you may not have heard it clearly, but I did call you 'Little Prince Xu Teacher' instead of 'Little Prince Teacher'."
"Then when did he become a teacher? And a 'little teacher' at that?" Ning Chunyan's brows were still furrowed.
"Oh, this is what happened! I asked for help online before on how to improve my writing skills, and Teacher Wang enthusiastically helped me answer the question! After we met offline, I learned that Teacher Wang's name was Wang Zixu! Isn't that a coincidence! My second uncle's cousin is named Wang Zixu! In order to distinguish between the two people, I call him Teacher Little Wang Zixu!"
Ning Chunyan asked: "Is that so?"
Wang Zixu said: "His second uncle's cousin is indeed also called Wang Zixu."
Ning Chunyan said: "Then your second uncle's cousin's father has a very elegant name."
The believer said: "My second uncle's cousin was named by his grandfather. He was a scholar in the Qing Dynasty and very educated."
Du Kezhu coughed twice and whispered, "We have to hurry up and join the joint event. If we go too late, we don't know how long we will have to wait in line."
"Yes, yes, we have to go."
Cheng Xing waved to Ning Chunyan: "Goodbye, Miss Ning, let's get together next time if there's a chance."
The three of them walked away quickly, and after walking a long way, they made sure that Wang Zixu and Ning Chunyan were out of sight. Then Cheng Xing said with a straight face:
"That was a close call. Didn't the little prince tell us not to call him by that name outside?"
The believer was still in shock: "Damn, I never expected that! I've never seen him outside of literary activities! He really just yelled like that out of habit!"
Cheng Xing said, "That's Ning Cainu, the owner and editor-in-chief of New Appreciation magazine. If she knew the identity of the little prince, it would be like the whole world knew it! Do you know how much trouble you almost got into?"
"I don't know Ning Cainu. She has such a great figure. I thought she was his girlfriend!"
"The little prince has no girlfriend."
The believer said, "That's impossible, right? For a person of the Little Prince's caliber, I would believe him if he had eight or ten girlfriends. But I don't really believe you when you say he doesn't have a girlfriend, right?"
He turned to ask the poet, but the poet ignored him and said briefly:
"Silly."
"It was just a slip of the tongue. Did you say something a bit hurtful?"
Cheng Xing said: "Did you notice the look in the little prince's eyes just now?"
"No."
"I saw the look in the eyes of people stabbing several people in the legal programs, and it was almost like that."
The believer felt a chill on his neck: "For the sake of our past friendship, he won't do anything to me, right?"
"It's hard to say." said the poet.
……
After watching the three people leave, Wang Zixu turned around and asked Ning Chunyan: "Do you think my name is elegant?"
Ning Chunyan turned around and glared at him: "You are a bit arrogant, I just said it casually just now. But this name does have a bit of literary flavor, it doesn't seem like something your father would come up with - I don't mean to offend you."
"You're right, it wasn't my dad who named it, it was my mom who named it."
Ning Chunyan's eyebrows moved slightly. She had never asked about Wang Zixu's mother before.
She knew that Wang Zixu's parents were divorced. People always say that people whose parents divorced when they were young have some eccentric personalities. Ning Chunyan felt that although Wang Zixu's personality was eccentric, it was not as horrifying as those people on the Internet said. On the contrary, she thought that the eccentric part of his personality was also a kind of cuteness. But the other party's family affairs were full of hidden dangers, so she didn't dare to talk too much.
"You will meet Chen Qingluo tomorrow. The first step is to bring her to Qingshan Square to test you. What's the second step?"
"See a movie."
"Wrong, buy milk tea first," Ning Chunyan said, "Buy milk tea, treat her to orange cake, and then take her to the movies, then everything will be safe."
"Buy milk tea, please have cake..."
“Orange cake.”
"Buy some milk tea, treat me to some orange cake, and then watch a movie." Wang Zixu said, "I'll remember that."
After saying goodbye to Ning Chunyan, Wang Zixu thought to himself, hey, isn’t this a date?
Thinking of this, my heart started beating a little. Although my heart is beating a little bit at any time, I felt that it was beating more happily at this moment, like an excited coconut.
"So, I still don't understand," Sartre said from behind, "Why can't you reveal your identity?"
The little prince said, "If I had revealed my identity in front of Ning Chunyan just now, it would have been very interesting to see her screaming and scratching."
"Yes, if it is exposed, I might as well say it openly. I am the little prince. What Shi Tonghe, what Xunyi, what Feishi Literature Award, and the attacks from those arrogant students of Nanjing University, all the worries will be swept away."
"why not?"
"Of course it's because I want to win the Nobel Prize in Literature." Wang Zixu finally answered, "Although there is no explicit rule, and the trend in recent years has become increasingly strange, the Nobel Prize in Literature is very likely not to be awarded to a writer who is very popular at the popular level.
"My hope of winning the Nobel Prize in Literature is already slim. If I reveal that I am the Little Prince and write those flirting sentences online, won't that make my hope even slimmer?"
After saying this, he raised his head and looked back. There was no one in the center of the square. Sartre and the little prince did not live in reality. What he had just said was all said to the wind.
(End of this chapter)