Chapter 224 Silver Age

Chapter 224 Silver Age

Chapter 224 Silver Age
Faced with this merciless humiliation, Wang Zixu opened his mouth slightly, was stunned for a moment, and then said:
"It's a little late to start showing off now."

An Younan said in a cold tone: "Who is putting on airs with you? This is my private car. I have never carried anyone whose net worth is less than a small goal. It's good enough that I am busy doing this for you."

Wang Zixu said, "Were you also wearing pajamas when you talked to Xiaomubiao?"

An Younan was so angry that she clenched her fist and started hitting Wang Zixu's arm, each time harder than the last, using her strength to declare that this was definitely not flirting.

Wang Zixu was really hurt by the beating and grabbed her wrist: "You hit people when you are angry, are you a little gangster?"

An Younan said: "I was originally a little gangster. When I was in school, I beat people up and stepped on boys until they rolled on the ground. Are you afraid?"

Wang Zixu said: "When I was in school, a little girl cornered me and tried to kiss me."

An Younan pulled his arm out and continued to punch him:

"You're still fantasizing! You're not even worthy enough to go to the same school as me!"

Wang Zixu said: "I don't have any fantasies, I just mentioned it. Drive seriously and don't make trouble. I haven't won the Nobel Prize in Literature yet, and I don't want to die."

An Younan laughed in anger: "You are dreaming of winning the Nobel Prize again, right? Do you think that if you win the Nobel Prize, your butt won't be cheap?"

Wang Zixu said: "I have always wanted to win the Nobel Prize. It's not just because I want to look good."

An Younan stopped talking because she found that his attitude was more serious than she had imagined.

After a while, she calmed down a little and said:

"Do you think your performance at the seminar today is a pass?"

"No."

Wang Zixu was surprisingly clear-headed, but An Younan didn't care and continued speaking at his own pace:

"You won a tactical victory today, but you failed miserably strategically."

"How to say?"

“You said you won the verbal battle against those old guys, it was very exciting and beautiful, I enjoyed watching it.

"But if you do this, what will you do in the future? If you want to follow the mainstream route, how can you offend the Literature Association? Do you not want to be involved in the future?"

Wang Zixu fell silent, and An Younan continued:

"From your perspective, you are a knight of literature, using a gun called truth to expose the grayness behind the truth. But in the eyes of the masses? You are birds of a feather, dog bites dog."

Wang Zixu said: "One of the important spirits of humanism is to believe in humanity. I believe that the masses are not so ignorant."

"The masses are not that smart," An Younan said. "Now is the era of information explosion. They have been fooled countless times by various Internet celebrities under the banner of justice. Do you think they will support you? They will only eat melons.

"The public is very busy. They are busy with their daily lives and have no time to be your cyber judge. They don't care about you or your Fire in the Stone. They will curse for a while and then forget about it."

Wang Zixu did not speak, and An Younan continued:

"Those people are both players and referees. If you pull up their underwear, it will have no effect except to anger them and provoke unprecedented retaliation. No one will give you justice.

"Or at most they will just make a fuss for a while, hide for two days, and when the storm is over, the waves will still be there, the cockroaches will still appear, and the house will still be full of them. Nothing will change."

Finally, she turned to Wang Zixu and said, "No matter what you fight, don't fight against human nature. Because you will always lose."

“Entropy increases.”

"what?"

"Law of increasing entropy," Wang Zixu said, "After heat death, the world will turn into silver."

An Younan sighed: "You start saying weird things again."

"I want to be a person who fights against entropy increase," Wang Zixu said. "Adults consider whether it is beneficial, while novelists consider whether it is necessary. I want to be a pure novelist and do what I think should be done."

An Younan was speechless: "But you're at a disadvantage this way."

Wang Zixu said: "If I don't do this, readers will suffer, other authors will suffer, and Chinese literature will suffer as a whole. Someone has to suffer, so why can't I be the one who suffers?"

"You are aloof and great." An Younan said unhappily. She used her index finger and thumb to make a very small distance. "But you can probably only change the current situation a little bit, Mr. Don Quixote."

“Isn’t it enough to change a little?”

"Not enough. Your ass will depreciate further and my car will suffer as well."

"Well, actually I'm not that great." Wang Zixu said, "I did this mainly because I was unhappy."

An Younan asked: "What's wrong with you?"

From her point of view, she felt that Wang Zixu had no reason to be unhappy.

Shi Tonghe has already bowed to him in private, what else does he want? Does he have to kneel down to him in front of Shi Tonghe?
He is also an important person, so he should be more realistic. Even if Wang Zixu is a little prince, he doesn't have a very deep foundation, so he is not qualified to have such a bad temper, right?

But Wang Zixu was really unhappy.

The reason for his unhappiness was so obvious, but no one noticed it, which made Wang Zixu even more unhappy.

"What annoys me is that they never acknowledged that Fire in the Stone was a good book."

After saying this, Wang Zixu's thoughts finally became clearer and a smile appeared on his face.

These high-handed fellows in the literary world have a deep-rooted jealousy towards each other. Praising someone else's work is like asking for their life.

Why are people unwilling to admit that Fire in the Stone is the top literature of this era? Why are people unwilling to recognize that it is a Nobel Prize-winning work?
Apart from Gu Zao, no one stood up to admit that Wang Zixu was very strong.

These are a bunch of tasteless guys.

Looking at his expression, An Younan was deeply shocked and speechless. He then sighed and said:

"I never thought that the little prince would be such a... fool."

"I am no longer the little prince, I am Prince Xu."

"You should switch to the Little Prince, it's more pleasing to the eye."

"I'm showing you my true colors, but you expect me to be fake?"

An Younan said: "Everyone has to wear a mask when going out. This is not hypocrisy. It is the same as putting on makeup. It is a proper social etiquette."

Wang Zixu said: "You came to pick me up in your pajamas. If I am not sincere, I will feel guilty. I don't want to wear a mask for you."

An Younan turned to look at him, and for a moment she was quite moved: "This sentence makes me feel comfortable. It would be better if you didn't mention pajamas."

Wang Zixu's next sentence broke her spell: "This is the Little Prince mode, do you like it?"

"Get out of here."

An Younan parked the car in a rather remote place and got out. Wang Zixu followed him and saw the Yangtze River in front of him. The river was wide, the clouds were low, the buildings were far away, the wind was gentle, and his mind was relaxed.

This is a development zone, with large tracts of wasteland, all of which have owners, and are planning to build buildings. But the buildings haven't been built yet, and there's only a dark road extending here.

An Younan was squatting on a big rock by the roadside, her long hair blown by the wind, her arms folded across her chest, so Wang Zixu took off his coat and gave it to her.

"Thank you." "You're welcome. I guess you've never worn such cheap clothes."

"Yes, I have worn all the clothes I own that cost 80 yuan in total," An Younan wrapped his body tightly with his clothes, "I was so cheap when I was a kid that you can't imagine."

"It's your clothes that are cheap, not you. Don't let your belongings represent your personality."

An Younan looked up at him and said, "I can't be so detached. The things I own will affect my evaluation of myself. So I have a strong desire for material things."

Wang Zixu was not a psychologist, so he had no time to counsel her. He reached into his coat, searched for a cigarette in his pocket, took out a Dafengshou, and searched for a lighter in his other pocket.

An Younan was touched like a cat and asked, "Can I have a cigarette?"

Prince Xu puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "I don't like women who smoke."

When An Younan spoke, she had half of the big harvest in her fingers. She was stunned when she heard his words: "What does it have to do with me whether you like it or not?"

"It's none of my business if you smoke my cigarettes."

"You are so domineering."

Wang Zixu said, "Of course, if you insist on having a smoke, I won't be so stingy as to not give it to you. It's just that I don't like it and it will reduce my impression of you. I'm not implying anything by saying this, I'm just mentioning it to you, don't mind it."

An Younan couldn't stand it any longer and said, "You are really narcissistic to a certain extent!"

Although she said that, she put the cigarette back.

An Younan said, "You had your fill of scolding today, and I have shouldered some of the responsibility for you. I have done my best. You will be responsible for what happens next."

"That's natural."

"The most important thing is that your Fire in the Stone must win an award," An Younan said, pointing out the core point. "When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down, and beats the dog that is down. Whether in the literary world or among the people, everyone likes the strong. The problem is, who is the dog that is down.

"If you don't win the Feishi Literature Prize next time, and Shi Shuqiu does, then you will be a drowned dog. Wait for revenge in turn."

Wang Zixu nodded silently, and the smoke he exhaled was quickly blown away by the river breeze.

An Younan just nodded at him, without going into details, and changed the subject:
"Did you succeed in kissing that little girl in middle school?"

Wang Zixu threw away the cigarette butt, crushed it on the gravel ground with his foot, put his hands in his pockets, and said:

"No."

An Younan smiled evilly: "Are you scared, or are you too straight, or are you just bragging?"

Wang Zixu said: "I was already 1.80 meters tall when I was in middle school. It is very difficult for a 1.80 meter tall man to be kissed by force."

"Hey, come here, I have something to tell you." An Younan hooked his finger at him on the big rock, his tone mysterious.

Just as Wang Zixu took two steps forward, An Younan stretched out her white arms, hooked them around the back of his neck, and pressed her lips, which were chilled by the river breeze, against his.

Then, he felt a burning sensation near his lips, which instantly went numb. An Younan jumped off the big rock and ran away quickly.

She didn't stop until she was 30 meters away from Wang Zixu. She turned around and laughed at him.

"Hahaha... is it difficult? I don't think it's difficult, right?"

The prince touched his lips, then looked down and saw a few streaks of red on his fingers.

"Are you crazy?" he shouted, looking up.

An Younan covered her mouth with both hands and shouted at him, "I'm fine! I understand what you mean. It's great to not do things based on pros and cons! I'm so happy now!"

After saying that, she climbed up the hill and got into her car. Wang Zixu followed her, and the car had already started.

"I haven't even gotten in the car yet!"

"Run back by yourself!" An Younan stuck his head out of the car window, "Little Prince, see you after the heat death!"

An Younan's luxury car spewed out exhaust gas and sped away. Prince Xu stood there in a daze for a while and said, "You didn't even return my coat!"

……

Wang Zixu naturally wouldn't run back, he called a ride. It was more than ten kilometers away from the city, so he ran back like crazy.

Even though An Younan tricked him for no apparent reason, bit him, and had his coat stolen, he couldn't get angry.

He had talked to An Younan about the law of increasing entropy before, but An Younan didn't understand. But when she said goodbye, she said they would see each other after the heat death, which shows that she actually heard everything.

If such a delicate and exquisite girl was used as a beauty trap, most people would be conquered. Fortunately, Wang Zixu was not an ordinary person, and she did not use the beauty trap.

When he returned home, there were no reporters lurking in his rental house, and there was internet and electricity, so it was very comfortable. As long as he wanted, he could stay there for the rest of his life.

But the next morning, when Lin Feng called him, he knew that his weak spot had been pinched by those guys.

"brother……"

Before Lin Feng could speak, Wang Zixu spoke first: "No need to say, I know, it's because of what happened yesterday, right?"

"right……"

"Are you under pressure from above?"

Lin Feng said: "I'm in the Donghai Cultural Association Building now, waiting for you to come over."

Wang Zixu said, "Okay."

The Literary Association is a top-down organization, and Wang Zixu's official position is, at least, the vice president of the Xihe Literary Association.

Of course, he didn't care about this identity, and he could abandon it at any time if necessary. If the other party threatened him with this, he could ignore it if he was a bit naughty.

But the other party was obviously well versed in administrative techniques and did not come directly at him. Instead, they put pressure on his leaders, assigning responsibilities on a lump-sum basis, and the pressure was transmitted layer by layer.

Wang Zixu is not afraid of any leader, but Lin Feng is a different matter. Lin Feng is his brother, and he doesn't want him to be caught in the middle.

He quickly drove to the Cultural Association, asked the person at the door, and was soon taken to the reception room.

When he opened the door, Lin Feng was pacing in the room.

Seeing him, Lin Feng hurried over, closed the door, and whispered:
"Old Wang, you really broke the sky this time."

Wang Zixu said: "Yes, I was not paying attention."

He was still in the mood to joke, but Lin Feng couldn't relax at all, and worry was written all over his face.

"Someone recorded the meeting yesterday, and your high-definition video clip was leaked online. Public opinion is currently fermenting. Because of this incident, the Cultural Association held a public opinion control meeting overnight yesterday. The higher-ups are taking this matter very seriously."

Lin Feng quickly briefed Wang Zixu on the situation, and Wang Zixu asked, "Have the higher-ups made any decision on how to deal with me?"

"No. This is very strange, it's not involved at all," Lin Feng said, "You are in a sensitive situation right now. If they really deal with you in a big way, it will spread online and become a new public opinion. At least for now, they won't touch you."

Wang Zixu nodded: "I understand. I will execute him in the autumn."

(End of this chapter)