Chapter 223 Literary Knight

Chapter 223 Literary Knight

Chapter 223 Literary Knight
When An Younan's car drove away, the exhaust gas sprayed all over Shi Tonghe's face. He leaned against a small tree beside the road to rest for a while, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

Wang Zhongxing and others trotted over, held his hands and supported his waist, asking if Shi Tonghe was well. Shi Tonghe just waved his hands and was speechless.

"He just left like that?" Wang Zhongxing pointed to the other side of the road. "Who picked him up? What's the origin of that car?"

Shi Tonghe said, "Don't ask."

Kong Huaifang said, "What should we do with Lu Chaoyuan? He just stopped the man after a while, and now he's gone. Is this how he's going to explain to Mr. Shi?"

Lu Chaoyuan is the director of the office of the Chinese Language and Literature Association. He follows the institutional route and his rank is higher than Shi Tonghe, but he considers himself Shi Tonghe's disciple.

The guy who came over to confront Wang Zixu just now was the one transferred by Lu Chaoyuan. Kong Huaifang was acting like a leader, and he knew that he was showing it to him, so he quickly explained:
"It happened suddenly, and Director Lu couldn't make arrangements. They insisted on leaving, and I couldn't stop them."

Kong Huaifang gave him a glare:
"Then he should have sent someone who could stop them! The recording is still in their hands. If it gets out, do you know what the consequences will be?"

The man was sweating profusely, and he bent over and said, "I will report to Director Lu right away."

"Oh my god, you haven't reported yet?"

"The phone is always busy..."

Shi Tonghe said: "I want to sit for a while."

Kong Huaifang immediately gave instructions: "Is there an empty classroom next door? Help Mr. Shi go in and sit for a while."

Shi Tonghe said: "I'll just sit on the ground for a while."

Someone nearby got a piece of newspaper from somewhere and put it under his butt before he sat down. After sitting down, Shi Tonghe felt better.

Kong Huaifang squatted beside him and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Shi, did you really discuss the literature award with Wang Zixu? Why didn't you tell us?"

When he asked this, Shi Tonghe felt bad again.

"I told you, it's all misunderstanding..."

He opened his mouth, trying to come up with an explanation, but in the end he couldn't come up with one, so he had to repeat it again: "It's all a misunderstanding."

Wang Zhongxing patted Kong Huaifang's arm and said, "Mr. Shi said it was a misunderstanding, so it must be a misunderstanding. Mr. Kong, please don't ask anymore."

Kong Huaifang pushed his hand away and said, "I know it's a misunderstanding, but if you don't want Wang Zixu to participate in the competition, I have at least nine ways to make him give up voluntarily."

Shi Tonghe said weakly: "It's not that I don't want him to participate..."

Kong Huaifang asked, "Why is that? Logically, you shouldn't worry about him blocking Mr. Xiao Shi's path. I saw that Yesterday's Star will definitely win an award."

Shi Tonghe blushed a little: "I'm not worried!"

Every word Kong Huaifang said seemed to show concern, but in fact, every word was a test.

Shi Tonghe was in bad luck today, and no one was more worried about him losing his strength than Kong Huaifang. If Shi Tonghe really had no ability, Kong Huaifang would quickly cut him off.

Because Kong is a hyena, a real villain. It is because he is a villain that he asked him to do this kind of thing. A villain can have no bottom line.

Shi Tonghe said: "I was not worried. I just wanted to promote him because he wrote well. I didn't expect that he was such a greenhorn."

Kong Huaifang agreed: "That's too foolish! I have to talk to Lu Chaoyuan and ask him to handle it properly."

After saying that, he ran to make a phone call. Wang Zhongxing poked his head out to look up the mountain, then lowered his head and said:

"Mr. Shi, have you rested enough? Do you have the energy to go to the parking lot? Sitting here will have a bad influence."

Shi Tonghe hadn't rested yet, but he felt that he couldn't sit there any longer. He couldn't let the reporters see his weakness.

Especially now. Wang Zixu had just fired at him. If he showed weakness, the fake would become real. Besides, it wasn't fake.

Wang Zhongxing supported him and he slowly walked to the parking lot. He asked, "What's going on at the venue?"

Wang Zhongxing whispered, "It's very chaotic. Some people took the opportunity to show their faces in front of the media and talk nonsense."

Shi Tonghe turned around: "Who?"

"Shen Qingfeng." Wang Zhongxing said, "I can't quite understand. Isn't it said that he and Wang Zixu are incompatible?"

Shi Tonghe said: "He doesn't get along with the mainstream literary circles. I misjudged him. What's wrong with him? Why is he taking this opportunity to throw dirty water on me?"

Wang Zhongxing said: "No, he is mainly taking advantage of the popularity to promote his new book."

Shi Tonghe sneered: "Businessman."

Wang Zhongxing added: “After Wang Zixu left, Professor Zhong pulled me aside and said that Wang Zixu was wrong in some ways, but we were more wrong.”

Shi Tonghe frowned: "What did he say?"

"He said we write too little and comment too much."

"He's talking nonsense." Kong Huaifang put away his phone and walked over. "I admit that I wrote too little, but did Mr. Shi also write too little?"

Wang Zhongxing also said with resentment: "I said the same thing, but Professor Zhong said that Mr. Shi has not written for too long and is no longer in that state, so it cannot be said that he has written a lot."

When Shi Tonghe heard this, his heart rate, which had just dropped a little, started to rise again.

Wang Zhongxing said: "If Professor Zhong said this in front of the media, it would be a great disgrace to Mr. Shi's reputation."

Shi Tonghe raised his hand to stop him: "Professor Zhong is a modest gentleman. He won't say it in front of the media."

Wang Zhongxing is still worried: "Even if Professor Zhong doesn't say anything, there are still many other people who are using this as an excuse to stir up the controversy. I'm worried that public opinion won't be suppressed."

Shi Tonghe said: "There is a long way to go, and the public opinion should be able to be suppressed."

After saying this, he suddenly thought about whether he should call An Younan to explain and use Lu Chaoyuan as a guarantee. There should be room for maneuver regarding the promotion of "Yesterday's Star".

He thought again, he is already 65 years old, and after being scolded by a 30-year-old junior, he has to call a 20-year-old girl to beg for help. It is really a waste of time at such an old age.

Thinking of this, I felt sad. For some reason, the figure of Wang Zixu appeared in front of me again.

A writer should speak with his pen, the figure said.

"Wang Zhongxing," Shi Tonghe suddenly said, "If a writer stops writing, is he really worthless?"

Wang Zhongxing was looking down at his phone. When he heard this, he put away his phone and said seriously:

"No way, you have written so many books, it's time for you to enjoy your old age. Your value should be left to history to judge, not to be erased by the nonsense of a few scoundrels."

"History, history..." Shi Tonghe muttered to himself when he heard the word, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long while, he said: "History becomes stories, and stories become legends..."

Wang Zhongxing continued, "Yes, you are already a legendary existence."

"...The legend has been forgotten." said Shi Tonghe.

"You will not be forgotten." Wang Zhongxing continued to be flattered.

Shi Tonghe did not answer.

He is not afraid of being forgotten. He is afraid of being forgotten by himself.

Roland Barthes said that the author is dead.

The tragedy for a writer is that when he has completed his work, he is still alive and his life continues, and he continues to experience, resonate, suffer, hope and despair.

……

The black diamond obsidian Aston Martin drove off the mountain road with Wang Zixu, and Lu Qingxuan was still standing at the door, looking forward to it.

Just as she was guessing the identity of the car owner and thinking about how to report to Ning Chunyan, the voice behind her suddenly startled her:
"Younan is gone? Gone now?"

Lu Qingxuan turned around and saw Duan Xiaosang running over and squatting with his hands on his knees, panting.

"Little Sister Sang."

Lu Qingxuan knew Duan Xiaosang. Duan Xiaosang had asked her to investigate the little prince, and it was she who provided the clue of Wang Zixu. "Sister Xiaosang, is that the legendary An Younan?" she asked.

Duan Xiaosang stood up and said, "Yes. Actually, it was because of you that they knew each other."

"I?"

"That's An Younan?" Pu Yuyang walked over while shaking his head, sighing, "It turns out that Wang Zixu has such connections. This is not surprising, this is not surprising..."

She always wondered where Wang Zixu got the courage to challenge Shi Tonghe in public.

He has An Younan's support, no wonder he is so brave.

Duan Xiaosang shook her head: "No, this is very strange. They have only known each other for a few days. She doesn't need to offend Shi Tonghe just to help him."

Pu Yuyang was stunned: "Only a few days?"

Duan Xiaosang turned around and asked, "Is Wang Zixu's "Fire in the Stone" really well written?"

Pu Yuyang was stunned by the question: "I, I didn't finish reading it."

Duan Xiaosang asked: "What is the evaluation of your editorial department?"

Lu Qingxuan said quietly, "If he doesn't write well, Shi Tonghe won't ask him to give up the Feishi Literature Award in private, right?"

A word awakens a dreamer. After hearing Lu Qingxuan's words, both of them were shocked.

The Wang Zixu recording scandal happened too abruptly and too hastily. They were only shocked and had no time to think about the consequences.

At first they just thought that Wang Zixu was brave, but later they felt that Shi Tonghe offered such good conditions, but he dared to record on the spot, which was a bit ungrateful.

The only thing they didn't think about was what virtue and ability Wang Zixu had that made Shi Tonghe willing to do business with him privately.

Doesn’t that mean that even Shi Tonghe feels that this work is very strong?
After a long silence, Duan Xiaosang said, "I should read this book."

Pu Yuyang took a deep breath and said, "Me too."

Tian Zhenlei and Ji Shaofei also walked out slowly, stopped behind them, and listened silently to them talking about Wang Zixu.

Xiao Mengyin held his head, mixed in with the crowd, and took advantage of the chaos to escape.

When she passed by, she happened to hear Duan Xiaosang's words. She stopped for a moment, wanting to say something, but finally left quickly.

Their understanding of Wang Zixu is still too one-sided.

They thought that it was someone, or some force, who gave Wang Zixu the confidence to turn the table.

That's not the case. Xiao Mengyin, who sat next to Wang Zixu throughout the seminar, felt it. That's not the case.

This person's confidence all comes from his works.

Literary Knight.

That's how you can describe him.

……

At this time, the literary knight is facing a new test.

An Younan just made another tempting suggestion.

"His son's channel promotion failed. Do you want to promote your "Fire in the Stone"? I can give it to you."

It was a light-hearted statement, as if it was saying that we should not have seafood for dinner and should have hotpot instead.

Just now An Younan said that due to public opinion reasons, he couldn't make the decision on the promotion, and turned around to give the promotion to Wang Zixu.

If Shi Tonghe found out, it would be tantamount to humiliating him in person.

Killing someone is not only about destroying their heart, it's so scary.

Wang Zixu did not answer.

He did not refuse because he was not hypocritical; he did not agree either because he was afraid of really angering Shi Tonghe to death.

In the end, An Younan also had his own pride, he didn't say anything, and neither did she. The two of them were so silent that the noise of the car was deafening.

In the past, his wife was also good at arguing with him on multiple-choice questions. When asked what he wanted for dinner, he said hot pot, and his wife said it was smelly. So he changed his mind to seafood, and his wife said it was too expensive. He didn't say anything, and his wife said he was useless.

His wife was like a master in laning, moving flexibly and agilely. Every time he turned around, he was a beat slow. In the gap between his movements, he was hit hard and got many bumps on the head.

In fact, Wang Zixu was surprised that he thought of his wife at this time. There was no trace of her life around him, and he hadn't thought of her for a long time.

He always thought of someone at inexplicable times. For example, just now at the seminar, he thought of Chen Qingluo.

The moment he threw away the recorder, his palm felt icy cold, where Chen Qingluo had held it.

Don't be afraid. Don't regret. She said.

If he was a literary knight, the one who would award him the medal would definitely be Princess Chen Qingluo.

She was not around. He missed her.

After a while, Wang Zixu finally couldn't help asking, "Where are we going?"

"Ah?" An Younan seemed to have just come to his senses. He was stunned for half a second before answering him, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just driving blindly."

She added: "If you want, you can also send them directly to your home, and then you can enjoy the pleasure of being staked out by reporters."

Wang Zixu asked: "Have you ever been followed by reporters?"

"Squat. If you squat, I'll just pick up money for free. Do you want to squat?"

"I don't understand."

"I am Ma Yongrong's illegitimate daughter. If you publish a piece of negative information about me, you can ask my father for a withdrawal fee. Five thousand yuan for each piece. Don't you think this is free money?"

This was the first time Wang Zixu knew about this kind of operation. He used to think that journalists were people who upheld justice.

"That sounds a bit excessive."

"Yes, can you imagine how perverted it is for a teenage girl to be stared at and looked for flaws by a group of gossip reporters with cameras and guns every day?" An Younan complained while holding the steering wheel.

Wang Zixu couldn't imagine it. But he thought that those tabloid reporters were more or less responsible for An Younan's twisted personality.

He said: "I thought that given your father's strength, he would not tolerate being bullied by a group of tabloid reporters."

An Younan shrugged: "Yeah, who knows what he thinks? Maybe he thinks it's not too much, and he can have someone to help keep an eye on me."

After a pause, she continued, "My dad knows my movements mainly through these tabloid reporters. He doesn't usually care about me."

When she said this, An Younan's tone was a little sad. Her profile was reflected in the window, her face was as white as snow, her long black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her white pajamas made her look like a wolf hair brush dipped in pine soot ink.

Putting aside personal opinions, Wang Zixu had to admit that she was beautiful.

An Younan pulled up her hair and said:

"Today, I am riding like a knight, coming to save you."

Then she added: "I'm not here to do charity."

Wang Zixu said: "You still want to talk to me about signing a contract."

"Yes, I'm glad you spoke first, so I don't seem so snobbish," An Younan said, "but if you still don't plan to sign the contract, then any relationship between us will end here."

Wang Zixu asked: "What kind of relationship do you mean?"

"I mean the relationship that transcends class, where you can sit in my car as an equal and chat with me like this," An Younan tilted her head, her eyelashes casting a crow-feather shadow, her lips the color of freshly picked cherries, "My car has never had a cheap ass like yours sit in it."

(End of this chapter)