Chapter 203 Who is the hero of the arrogant

Chapter 203 Who is the hero of the arrogant

Chapter 203 Who is the hero of the arrogant

After Wang Zixu left, the smell left in the room was suspicious.

Duan Xiaosang stood at the door and thought about his behavior. Suddenly, he felt a little confused.

At first she felt that he was just an ordinary literary youth, no different from those literary association geeks she had met before, especially in terms of their high self-esteem.

She talked a lot about money, and she could clearly see the desire in the other person's eyes, but she didn't expect him to be so difficult to deal with, with a firm will and a very contradictory attitude.

But what really puzzled her was An Younan’s attitude - what kind of poem could he talk about to make someone fall asleep?

Feeling somewhat worried, she quietly pushed open the door of the study. An Younan's posture remained the same as when she had just arrived, so it seemed that he was not pretending to sleep.

Some imaginative scenes suddenly played tricks in her mind - locked room plots like Detective Conan and Kindaichi, where someone left and left a dead body - and suddenly she felt insecure.

She walked over to An Younan and took a closer look. He was fine, still breathing. His breathing was even, his expression was calm, and there was even a hint of a warm smile on his face, as if he had experienced something wonderful before going to bed.

Her well-proportioned legs were crossed, a slender wrist was placed on her cheek, and her cheeks were rosy. It should be said that she is worthy of being the image spokesperson of Xunyi. Just sleeping here is as sweet and tempting as a small cake.

Duan Xiaosang was quite emotional. Xunyi was a wolf-like company with many messy people. Fortunately, she had such an identity and background, otherwise, with someone like her who had no defense at all, she would have been taken away by jackals in such a place.

Duan Xiaosang wanted to get a quilt to cover her, but when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of two white snake skins on the ground. He was startled and took a closer look. He found that they were An Younan's socks.

This is even more suspicious... No, this makes more sense.

She decided to wake An Younan up.

"Xiaonan, Xiaonan, wake up."

After being woken up, the woman whose sweet dream was disturbed looked very unhappy. She looked at her and condemned her with her eyes.

"Are you okay? Why did you fall asleep here?"

"Where is the little prince?" asked the sleepy woman.

"Are you still dreaming? Weren't you asking him about the little prince? By the way, did you find out the answer?"

An Younan's sight slowly came into focus, his eyes became clear, and he asked, "Where's Wang Zixu?"

"gone."

"When did you leave?"

"We walked for about 10 minutes."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"You were sleeping soundly."

"You should have called me."

After An Younan finished speaking, he jumped down from the chair, looked for his slippers on the ground with his bare feet, put them on quickly, and went to the wine cabinet to pour himself a glass of juice.

"Did you find out?" Duan Xiaosang asked.

"what?"

"Little Prince! Weren't you still mumbling when you just woke up?"

"Oh."

An Younan responded as if waking from a dream, his eyes moving around in his eye sockets for a long time before he continued:

“I asked the question, but it’s the same as not asking it.”

Duan Xiaosang blinked: "What do you mean?"

"Ugh."

An Younan sighed and drank the juice with great melancholy. This suspense made Duan Xiaosang very anxious, just like when he took a sip of milk tea, the straw was blocked by the pearls.

"Xiao Nan, you finally found the clue. Did you share the result with me?"

An Younan put his hand on her shoulder and patted her: "Don't worry. I'm thinking."

"What on earth are you thinking about?"

An Younan sucked on the straw for a while before saying, "I got the little prince's contact information, but we broke up in an instant."

Duan Xiaosang was like a milk tea straw that finally worked. He said repeatedly, "Then give me his contact information. I don't believe I can't impress him."

An Younan just shook his head: "No, you can't impress him."

"I am impressed."

"If you can't move me, I can't move you either."

"let me try."

"Don't make any noise. I'm thinking about how to deal with him."

An Younan walked away on his own, stood in front of the French window, looked at the dim night view outside the window, and said in a faint tone: "He is mainly not short of money."

"The little prince shouldn't be poor."

"No, he is poor. But he is not short of money. Being short of money and being poor are two different things."

Duan Xiaosang asked: "What kind of person is he?"

An Younan blinked his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "Stubborn, sultry, like a middle-aged man who hasn't grown up."

Duan Xiaosang nodded. Then he asked, "Is he handsome?"

"It's OK. At least I don't hate it. When I show my face, I won't lose my makeup."

"Why do you feel like you saw a real person?"

"No."

An Younan shook his head in denial and said to her calmly, "Little known fact: there is something called a photo in this world."

"So when will you introduce him to me?"

"Wait. Wait. Introducing him to you now would only alert the enemy."

An Younan was lost in thought, she was completely awake now. Duan Xiaosang was staring at her from behind.

Poor Duan Xiaosang, she racked her brains but could not figure out that there was no such thing as alerting the snake. The snake is the grass and the grass is the snake.

"Wang Zixu's work will definitely be shortlisted for the Feishi Award, right? And this year's Feishi Award may be added to the national collection, right?"

"Well, what's wrong?" Duan Xiaosang didn't understand why she suddenly mentioned Wang Zixu again.

An Younan smiled faintly.

Prince Xu wanted to get the throne, and so did the others. Where there are more monks than porridge, there will be competition, and where there is competition, there will be conflicts.

Being rich and being poor are two different things. But if there are poor people in the world who dare to think they have enough money, sooner or later they will be severely taught a lesson by reality.

An Younan had a plan in mind, and she couldn't wait.

Duan Xiaosang looked at her smile, which was sinister, and couldn't help shivering.

An Younan broke her promise and said she would not give it to her, so she had no choice but to accept it. After all, she was Miss An.

But she was not discouraged.

At least she had a solid clue: Wang Zixu did know where the little prince was, and he was very familiar with him.

And from all aspects, Wang Zixu has many weaknesses. She is not worried that he will not come to find her.

……

When Ye Lan set out for the company the next day, he was on the verge of being late.

She went to bed too early yesterday and woke up at four in the morning. She lay in bed and played with her mobile phone for an hour, then fell asleep again in a daze. She woke up at half past eight.

I got into the car and just fastened my seat belt when the passenger door opened and Wang Zixu sat in: "Give me a leg."

Ye Lan was startled: "What?"

"I'm going to the company."

"what?"

"Talk to Zuo Ziliang about the script."

"Oh."

Ye Lan started the car and drove out of the garage with an expressionless face. When the sun shone in, one could see that her face was a little red.

"You were the one who moved me to the bedroom yesterday, weren't you?"

"Ah."

"Yesterday's movie was so boring. I felt like only you intellectuals could understand it." "Wong Kar-wai is like this."

"Hey, if we go to work together like this, will others think we look like a couple?"

"No, if it's a couple, I should be the one driving."

"You're just a gigolo."

Ye Lan kept smoothing her hair with her hands, as if trying to calm her mood. But unfortunately, Wang Zixu was not thinking about this. His mind was full of thoughts, and he was thinking about how to confront Zuo Ziliang later.

"I also want to talk to Zuo Ziliang," Ye Lan said, "The community has been getting less and less active recently."

Wang Zixu turned around and asked her, "Have the number of users decreased?"

"From the data, it doesn't seem to have decreased, but since Qingyan was acquired by Xunyi, things have been going very smoothly over there, so we must have been affected a little bit."

After a pause, Ye Lan continued: "Our data should increase. If it doesn't, then there is something wrong."

The news was neither good nor bad, but Wang Zixu felt a little worried, as if there was a smell with no source floating in the air, appearing and disappearing, as if foreshadowing that danger was approaching.

"We should also expand publicity," said Wang Zixu.

"It's useless. How can we outspend Xunyi? And how do you know we didn't spend money?"

Wang Zixu turned around in surprise: "Really?"

"Yeah, didn't you notice that our dividends have become less?"

Wang Zixu really didn't realize this. With all the chaos recently, he hadn't paid attention to Wen Ai's operations for a long time.

Ye Lan said: "Our average cost of maintaining a user used to be 8 yuan, but now it has risen to 1 yuan. If this continues, our profits will be so thin that we will lose money in business."

Wang Zixu had not expected the situation to be so serious, and asked again: "Will we not be unable to pay the mortgage in the end?"

Ye Lan said: "It doesn't seem to have reached that stage yet, but I can only say that this possibility cannot be ruled out."

Wang Zixu remained silent for a long time. Ye Lan turned to look at him and chuckled, "Why are you so serious? I'm just kidding. The current momentum is so good, can you really bring the company down?"

"Have you ever considered selling your shares?"

Ye Lan was startled and asked, "Who should I sell it to? To you?"

"No, I mean, if someone offers a good price, would you consider selling it?"

Seeing his terribly serious expression, Ye Lan swallowed her saliva and said, "That depends on the price. It must be a number that is large enough for me to not have to work for the rest of my life. Look, my resume is not that impressive, and the company's momentum is pretty good right now. It must be sold at a good price before I am willing to make a move."

Wang Zixu nodded and said nothing.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Nothing. I was thinking, from a business perspective, if the situation is really bad, cashing out at a high point is also a good strategy, right?"

"of course."

Ye Lan turned to look at him and said with a smile: "If everyone really disperses, you have to take me with you when you have a new project in the future."

The prince nodded.

……

Wang Zixu still remembers his impression of Zuo Ziliang when he first met him - at that time he had a shaved head, wore a leather jacket, and looked like either a person from the literary and artistic circle or a second-rate person.

I still have the same impression now, but since I learned that he has a wife and a daughter and a happy family, I have begun to look at him with a new respect.

After sending Ye Lan away, Wang Zixu went into Zuo Ziliang's office alone. Seeing him, Zuo Ziliang turned his eyes away from the computer.

"what happened?"

"I want to talk to you alone."

"Why are you being so serious?"

"I heard that you talked to An Younan about selling Wenmei Company."

Zuo Ziliang stood up, closed the blinds in the office, and shut the door. He looked back at him with a serious expression:

"You met her?"

"See you."

"What did she tell you?"

“Basically everything.”

Zuo Ziliang sat down, sighed heavily, and clasped his hands together.

"Then tell me what you think."

His expression didn't look like a suspect caught by Wang Zixu making a private deal, but rather like a boss dealing with an employee's request for a pay raise.

Wang Zixu was never a good negotiator, but he would not let him take over the show this time. He sat down on the sofa.

"I want to hear your thoughts," he said. "What do you think?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "My idea has not changed, has it not? To become bigger and stronger, to create greater glory, to serve users with passion, to create value with literature, hasn't it always been like this?"

Wang Zixu said: "I thought your idea was to make money from users by flirting with them."

"That is not a contradiction, my friend. That is not a contradiction."

Zuo Ziliang got down from his seat, put his hands in his pockets, and paced while saying, "How big do you think the difference is between literature and flirting?"

"At least more than the difference between a Porsche Cayenne and a giant isopod of the family Sphaerocephalus."

Zuo Ziliang stood still, sighed, paused for a moment, and said, "Let's put it this way. You know that Li Bai and Du Fu wrote a lot of poems in response to each other, right?"

"a lot of."

"Li Bai's To Wang Lun, Du Fu's To Hua Qing, Bai Juyi's To Liu Nineteen, and the poem "After the Chaos and Separation, Heaven's Grace Flowed to Yelang, Recalling the Old Travels, and Writing My Feelings" to Wei Taishou Liangzai, the Governor of Jiangxia."

There is one thing about Zuo Ziliang that Wang Zixu admires: he can always make very complex things clear and provocative, and can make such a long title sound like a jingle.

For a moment, he felt that the situation between the two of them was somewhat similar to that between Watson and Crick when they were discussing the double helix structure of DNA.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that these poets sing in unison, such as 'Not as good as Wang Lun's love for me', 'Master Cen, Mr. Danqiu, let's drink, don't stop', 'The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces', 'In autumn, when we look at each other, we are still drifting like weeds'...

"Aren't these flirtatious words all the same? What's the difference between these poems and speech therapy? Aren't they all just after everyone had a good chat over a glass of wine, writing down their thoughts and feelings, each with their own sorrows. You resigned from office, I was demoted, you married a merchant, and I, Sima, wore a blue shirt and walked along the Xunyang River, crying as I read the scroll and having no idea what I was saying. After we finished writing, we each felt good. Aren't these also flirtatious?"

The prince remained silent.

Zuo Ziliang pointed at him and said, "We agreed that I would be responsible for finding users and speech therapists, and you would be responsible for raising our flirting to the level of the Nobel Prize in Literature. Do you have any questions?"

"If we sell the company to Xunyi, it will be better in terms of revenue."

"Oh, now you care about money instead of literature."

"I care, but Xunyi can also engage in literature. What I care about is not the literary beauty, but literature itself."

"But I care about Wen Ai." Zuo Ziliang said in a soft voice, "You are not the only one in this world who has ideals."

"What is your ideal?"

Wang Zixu asked, but Zuo Ziliang did not answer.

Wang Zixu then asked, "Do you still remember the female jazz musician in Xihe?"

"Which one?"

"That was the time you took me to see her," Wang Zixu said. "You don't remember. She was the only jazz musician in Xihe. I later went to find out about her situation and found out that she had come to Donghai. There are many jazz musicians in Donghai."

"Oh." Zuo Ziliang answered indifferently.

“Jazz doesn’t have to be performed in Xihe. It can also be performed in Donghai, and maybe it can be performed better. People in Xihe don’t like to watch jazz, but we can’t force them to do so. Sometimes letting go of the obsession is a good thing for Xihe, jazz, and ourselves.”

Zuo Ziliang looked at him and shook his head: "I still admire the pure you from before."

"I'm not here to lobby you," Wang Zixu said. "An Younan came to me and invited me. She offered me a very high price. Since you didn't agree to her offer, I also rejected it."

"is it?"

"But I almost agreed." Wang Zixu said, "I can honestly say that I was tempted. It was a good deal. And have you ever thought about what you would get if you continued to go against Xunyi?"

"Nothing." Zuo Ziliang lit a cigarette and held it between his lips, and handed him one as well. "I heard that they have begun to use policy factors to mess with us."

Wang Zixu lit a cigarette and watched the blue smoke gradually rise: "Yeah, don't you think we should quit while we're ahead? We all have families and can't afford to make mistakes."

Zuo Ziliang stared at him and blinked fiercely: "Yes, I have a family. But do you still think you have a family?"

(End of this chapter)