Chapter 211: Long Talk at the Bar

Chapter 211: Long Talk at the Bar

Chapter 211: Long Talk at the Bar
In fact, the main reason is that he doesn’t know how to ask for talent.

Wang Zixu's philosophy of life is, if you are willing to help, then naturally you will help me. If you are not willing to help, it is useless to ask for help. So he does not ask for help from others.

Of course, it would be useless even if he begged for help today. In the literary circle, is there really anyone who would offend Shi Tonghe for him?

An Younan searched the shadow under his eyelashes with his eyes, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Wang Zixu noticed it and turned to look at her:

"doing what?"

"Donkeys do have very long eyelashes."

"what are you saying?"

An Younan left a nonsensical remark, turned around and went to take the opened bottle of red wine from the bookshelf and filled the glass.

"More?"

"no need."

She took the cup and drank from it herself: "I don't know if you are really strong-willed or just pretending to be, but I admit that you attract me."

"what?"

An Younan said: "In our circle, we all talk about how to sort out the human resources map, operate ourselves into an information hub, and dig a good value moat... People like you are really rare."

She tilted her neck back, the red liquid in the cup slowly flowed into her lips and teeth, and then she said:
"So, your backbone is very new to me."

Wang Zixu was confused. He didn't know whether she was being sarcastic or sincere.

Even if she was sincere, the young lady was probably naive and had never seen how the lower class people protected their little dignity.

How could Wang Zixu be qualified to dig a value moat before? He had to go through the door to transfer to a new position, but he couldn't get in. Everywhere he looked, there were moats, blocking him on the other side of the river.

"Is our business over this time?"

"What are you referring to?" An Younan blinked, a cunning look coming out of his eyes.

"Whether you want it to end or not, it's over with me." Wang Zixu said decisively. He didn't want to dwell on it any more.

"What if I don't want to end it? What are you going to do?"

"Cold dish." Wang Zixu said, and suddenly felt tired all over. "I'm tired, let's go back."

An Younan jumped in front of him and put her palm against his stomach: "Don't be impatient! How can you leave like this?"

Prince Xu said weakly: "What else do you want?"

"You are the little prince! If you leave, I won't have the chance to meet you like this again."

"so what?"

"So if I let you go so easily, how much more regretful would you be later?"

"Life is full of disappointments, Miss An. It seems you must learn to accept regrets and coexist with them."

"That's not my philosophy of life. My philosophy of life is: I want it all."

The woman opened her arms in the shape of a "Big" to block his way, with a courageous expression on her face, and for a moment she seemed somewhat majestic.

Judging from the thickness of her arms, her blockade was physically powerless and mainly worked psychologically - no part of her body could be touched.

"What do you mean by 'all of it'? To cause me trouble and make me bow down to you?"

"It's friendship, Mr. Little Prince, precious friendship," she stretched out her hand and pressed the prince's chest, "Although I have caused you trouble, I want to gain your friendship. Great friendship is mutual, you are not at a disadvantage, right?"

It was easier to accept this, but Wang Zixu still didn't give in: "I don't want to make friends with people who are mentally unstable."

"Tsk, you," An Younan frowned, "Your temper is tougher than your chest muscles."

Wang Zixu didn't want to explain that because he played basketball today and his muscles were filled with blood, An Younan made a misjudgment. He said:

"I have to go."

"If you leave, your seminar tomorrow will discuss your peeping at my body in the spa."

Wang Zixu turned to look at her: "Are you planning to use this secret to eat me again and again?"

"For the last time. This is the last time, I swear."

An Younan raised three fingers and added in a very low voice, "I'll eat you for the rest of your life."

"What do you say?"

"Well, it's nothing. It's really the last time."

Wang Zixu knew that she was not sincere, but he could not do anything to her unless he broke through her body and rushed out.

In that case, tomorrow's seminar should discuss the fact that he threw An Younan over the shoulder, causing her shoulder to dislocate.

An Younan showed a triumphant smile, returned to the room with Wang Zixu, closed the door, and then smiled sweetly:
"I haven't finished my 1-dollar bottle of wine yet. You're going home to worry about it anyway, so why don't you finish it with me? Then we can really break up. How about that?"

Prince Xu thought for a moment, stretched out his wrist to look at his watch, and then sat down on the sofa.

"I'm doing speech therapy at Wen Ai, and my fee is two hundred per hour. I'll charge you five hundred per hour offline. If you agree, I can be your companion."

After staring at him for 8 seconds, An Younan burst out laughing:

"Isn't this too cheap? Just give me a set meal worth one thousand!"

Wang Zixu didn't agree or say no, An Younan held up her skirt and sat down beside him and poured him a glass of wine. Wang Zixu accepted it, which meant he agreed.

After clinking their glasses, Wang Zixu asked, "Do you want to start first or should I?"

"How can a girl start it first? It must be the guy who wants to break the ice."

"On messaging apps, it's always the women who greet me first."

"Tsk. I gave you money, can you provide me with a little more emotional value? I have to save face, after all, I am a rich woman, right?"

Wang Zixu leaned forward, staring at her, and pointed at his eyes with two fingers:
"look at me."

"Isn't this method a bit too old-fashioned?" Although An Younan complained, he still looked at him.

"What do you see in my eyes?"

"Deep affection? Sleepiness? Eye mucus?"

In fact, she said none of these.

"Your reflection is in my eyes," Wang Zixu said, "but there is no rich woman in my eyes."

An Younan blinked. He didn't understand.

"'When a master attempts to assert his power through the eyes of his slave, what he receives is not real recognition but acted obedience.'"

An Younan said: "I am the master and you are the slave?"

Wang Zixu said: "Identity is not important. What is important is that if you want to see a rich woman through my eyes, then it is equivalent to me having the right to deny you. You will lose your free soul."

An Younan pointed at her nose and said, "So, if I am a rich woman, then I don't have a free soul?"

Wang Zixu said: "If there were no rich women in my eyes from the beginning, you would have a free soul. So fly freely. There are no rich women here."

An Younan blinked: "Whose theory is this?"

"Hegel."

"Does this kid have a personal vendetta against the rich woman?"

"This guy married a rich woman who is 20 years younger than him."

"This kid is so hateful."

At this point in the conversation, the two of them still kept looking at each other, and An Younan said:
"I see. This is your way of breaking the ice. You tricked me into looking at you, showed off your knowledge to me, and then you can gossip. You are quite capable." "From the results, it's not wrong to think so."

"Do you know everything?" An Younan asked, "You can say anything at will, and I don't know if it's made up or true."

The prince smiled falsely but did not answer.

His knowledge reserves were not prepared for Wen Ai.

For the Nobel Prize in Literature.

An Younan slowly lay down on the sofa: "Let me tell you a secret of mine, I am Ma Yongrong's daughter."

The name Ma Yongrong is well-known to all Chinese people. He is the boss of Xunyi Company.

Wang Zixu was not surprised either. He had heard a lot of information from Ye Lan and Zuo Ziliang.

“It’s not a secret.”

"Okay, this isn't really a secret," An Younan admitted. "Then let me tell you a real secret."

After a long pause, she spoke again: "My mother is a mistress."

Wang Zixu didn't say anything. This matter was quite far away from him, and he didn't know how to react to An Younan's words.

"When Ma Yongrong was on a business trip, he met my mother in a small place, and then they fell in love naturally and got pregnant with me naturally. My mother followed that man to Donghai naturally."

An Younan looked at the ceiling, his eyes somewhat empty:

"Ma Yongrong gave my mother an apartment and raised us there. To be honest, he treated us very well and gave us money generously. He never let me feel poor.

"But you know what? Being an illegitimate daughter is inherently inferior to others. He sent me to the best school in the East China Sea. On the third day, everyone in the school knew that I was an illegitimate daughter.

"The students there either have the highest IQ in the province or come from the most advanced families in the province. There are many smart people, many stupid people, and the most bad people. Some people are both smart and bad, or stupid and bad. Anyway, I didn't have an easy time at the beginning.

"What happened later? Then I formed a small group. I never went to the cafeteria throughout high school. Others brought me food. No one bullied me anymore, but I bullied many people. In a place with such strict hierarchy, being kind is useless. They don't understand kindness."

After that, An Younan looked at Wang Zixu and said, "So, you said before that I don't understand your single-parent family. I want to say that you may not have suffered more than me."

Wang Zixu didn't say anything. The suffering was not worth comparing. All he needed was a hug, but he couldn't hug, so he had to remain silent.

"Fortunately, my mother worked hard and beat all the competitors to the top. But an illegitimate daughter is still an illegitimate daughter. In the company, my identity is still a secret and it is not easy to mention it."

After saying that, An Younan looked up to the sky and sighed: "Life is so difficult."

Wang Zixu raised his glass: "As you wish."

"Done."

"Ok."

The two clinked their glasses and drank them all in one gulp, and then Wang Zixu filled their glasses again.

An Younan said: "You are very similar to a classmate I liked to bully in high school. You are honest, like to be serious, and like to stick to principles. I like to torture people like this the most. But after bullying, I feel a little guilty.

"I don't understand why. Why do I feel bad? After seeing you today, I thought about it and finally understood. I felt that there was a kind of clarity in your eyes."

She paused, her eyes a little blurry: "Clear stupidity is also clear."

Wang Zixu said: "Is it possible that the man didn't feel bullied and is more open-minded than you thought?"

An Younan looked at him and laughed: "It's funny, don't put your thoughts into other people's shoes. And now, I know you don't feel bullied by me. It seems that there is still a possibility of getting along well with you, yeah."

"What happened to that boy later?"

"Boy?" An Younan's eyes widened in surprise, "Did I say it's a boy?"

Wang Zixu said: "I am a man."

An Younan said, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. Wait, no way, you didn't just imagine a bloody plot of a poor boy's counterattack, did you?"

"No. If I had that thought, I could have fought back now."

"Wow, I'm so scared." An Younan crossed his arms and said in a very annoying tone.

After that, she held out her glass again: "Here. Cheers to the honest man."

Wang Zixu said: "Respect this unfair world."

An Younan finished drinking it with his head tilted back. His eyes were completely confused. He shook the bottle clumsily and stood up to look for the wine cabinet:
"It's gone. Open another bottle. Do you want white?"

Prince Xu lay on the sofa with his head raised, his forehead aching slightly: "I only accept boiled water."

"Then give me a bottle of Cointreau. I'll add Sprite to it. Where's the ice?"

From Wang Zixu's perspective, he thought she had fallen to the ground, but when he walked past the bar, he saw her lying on the ground, looking for something at the bottom of the refrigerator. Her waist and hips were as tight as a bow, outlining a surprising curve.

"What are you looking for?"

"Help me scoop some ice from the ice machine."

Wang Zixu had never been so particular when drinking. He leaned down, and a body naturally leaned against him from behind. Looking back, he saw An Younan, who was drowsy with his eyes closed, his arms pressed against him, and two bright red spots on his face.

"Forget it, forget it, let's just drink here."

An Younan opened his eyes and suddenly became sober: "What do you mean by count? Come on, Sprite."

Wang Zixu felt a headache again when he thought about facing the talented combination of Shen Qingfeng and Shi Tonghe tomorrow. He accepted it a bit self-destructively and watched An Younan clumsily mix the cocktails.

They should have been drinking and chatting, and they should have talked a lot. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why Wang Zixu woke up and found his head resting on her legs.

He got up and felt that the world had turned upside down. Looking back, he saw An Younan, with disheveled hair, sliding off his back, with the wrinkles of his clothes still imprinted on his face.

An Younan tilted his head and woke up.

"what time is it?"

Wang Zixu glanced at his watch: "Two o'clock."

An Younan opened his eyes, closed them, and then opened them again, looking at Wang Zixu's face: "Haha, what's that on your face?"

The pattern on his face should be the pattern of stockings. Wang Zixu knew it, but he said, "I don't know."

After saying that, he got up, waited until the ground stopped spinning, and said concisely: "Let's go."

An Younan stretched lazily: "Are you kidding? The drivers are all off work now. Why don't you just sleep here for the night?"

Prince Xu thought for a moment and said, "Let's go."

An Younan felt very embarrassed after being rejected like this, so he only said it once and didn't want to keep the guest.

She waited until Wang Zixu walked out before she got up and asked him, "Why are you leaving?"

"Ride a bike."

"Oh."

From the French window, one could see Wang Zixu walking out of the community, hidden among the layers of shrubs. He probably really went to the door to scan for shared bicycles.

An Younan thought about it and called Duan Xiaosang. Before he could say anything, the other party spoke first:
"Younan, are you crazy? What time is it?"

"There will be a seminar on Fire in the Stone tomorrow. Please remember to help me check it out."

Duan Xiaosang collapsed: "I know! How much did you drink?"

"I didn't drink." An Younan said, "I thought about it, if Wang Zixu can suppress Shi Tonghe, should I sign his "Stone Fire" as a Class A contract?"

"Suppress Shi Tonghe? Do you know what you are talking about?"

An Younan didn't answer. She fell asleep before hanging up the phone.

(End of this chapter)