Chapter 231 Personality

Chapter 231 Personality

Chapter 231 Personality
"What's your personality?" Xiao Mengyin blinked and asked.

Sometimes, as soon as your opponent makes a move, you can tell which martial art he belongs to.

But Wang Zixu was still a little dissatisfied, so he leaned over and imitated Xiao Mengyin in lowering his voice:

"How do you know I have a personality?"

Xiao Mengyin's forehead almost touched his: "Raise your head and scan the scene, yes, scan it... Have you seen it all? Let me ask you, who among the people present doesn't have a character?"

"Do I have to be like everyone else?"

"…If you are different from others, why do you dress so fancy?"

Xiao Mengyin looked him up and down, and couldn't help but raise her head and stare at his face for a few seconds.

This shows that she is just trying to look "flashy" to save face, and "handsome and elegant" is probably closer to her true thoughts.

In fact, as a man with a height of 182 cm and a weight of nearly 80 kg, it is not an exaggeration to say that Wang Zixu looks "majestic and majestic". He can wear any clothes to good effect.

It's just that he doesn't like to dress up deliberately. The main reason for not dressing up deliberately is his low self-esteem.

He developed early as a child, was tall and strong, and had a gentle temperament. Therefore, people who disliked him called him a "motherless savage" based on his personal background and physical characteristics. This caused him great psychological trauma.

There are many reasons for Wang Zixu's low self-esteem. In short, by the end of his high school, he was depressed every day, and his 1.8-meter height looked only 1.7 meters.

Xiao Mengyin knew nothing about this history. She only felt that the prince looked brand new today. She urged him in a low voice, "So what is your personality? Tell me."

Wang Zixu said: "I am a knight of literature."

"puff!"

Xiao Mengyin was laughing so hard that her body shook. Wang Zixu looked at her with embarrassment and slight resentment, thinking that it was embarrassing to talk about this matter, and Xiao Mengyin was adding insult to injury. Besides, was it really that funny?
"I'm sorry, I just can't help it... huhu... Literary Knight, haha, Literary Knight!"

After Xiao Mengyin finished laughing, she reached out and wiped away a small tear from the corner of her eye with her little finger, cleared her throat, and said:
"This character is pretty good, and consistent with what's popular online. Duan Xiaosang is pretty reliable."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"Someone introduces himself as a literary knight right in front of you. Isn't that funny?"

Wang Zixu glanced at her and asked, "What is your personality?"

Xiao Mengyin restrained her expression: "A young, unique, beautiful but insightful, cold but gentle, a talented literary girl who combines talent and beauty."

"Your beauty is repeated twice."

"It's emphasized."

Wang Zixu was shocked by how thick-skinned Xiao Mengyin was. He couldn't laugh even if he wanted to.

But in this case, he was a little curious about Ning Chunyan's character design - there must be at least three "beauties" in it, right? Chen Qingluo might have more than twenty.

Of course, the above is based on his personal subjective judgment and cannot represent the mainstream opinion.

The two walked through the exhibition area.

Under the golden spotlight, the flickering pages are tied by transparent nylon threads, hanging in the air in random places;

The horizontal bookshelf, like the walls of a Suzhou garden, half-exposedly surrounds the next exhibition area. The bookshelf is filled with works by recent popular writers, including "Yesterday's Star" but not "Fire in the Stone".

Wang Zixu said: "I am still confused. How should I present the character setting? Should I just randomly pull someone over to chat?"

Xiao Mengyin said: "Oh, it's normal to be confused. I was also confused the first time I came here, and I went home to review it for a long time. This time I have experience."

"Would you mind sharing your experience with me? I will definitely repay you in the future."

"That's just you. I definitely won't tell anyone else," Xiao Mengyin winked at him. "Every year, there will be several themed discussion sessions at the salon, and most authors will participate. Your goal is to speak as much as possible at the meeting."

After that, Xiao Mengyin added: "Please note that this discussion is not a closed-door discussion. Almost everyone who attends the salon will pay attention to the discussion, and those publishers will observe the emerging forces. The editor I am working with now is someone I met at the salon last year."

Prince Xu thought for a moment and said, "So, discussion is performance?"

"Yes."

“So what are the topics this year?”

"look~"

Wang Zixu looked in the direction of Xiao Mengyin's finger. Not far away, translucent silk was hanging from the sky, with golden light flowing on it, forming sentences from "A Dream of Red Mansions". On the display board hanging low, it was written:

"The Fictional and Real Tower of Babel: An Analysis of the Nobel Prize Writing Genealogy and a Reading Guide"

After reading it, Wang Zixu was silent for two seconds and made his comment:
“Isn’t this a professional match?”

"Ah? What's your major?" Xiao Mengyin turned around and looked at him.

"No, that's not what I mean." Wang Zixu said, "I just want to participate in this."

He was about to go over there, but Xiao Mengyin stopped him and said, "Wait a minute."

"Are you sure you don't want to think about it carefully? Let me remind you first, there are no mediocre people here. Those who listen in are experts and the discussion level is very high. You should have a better understanding of the topic. If you reveal your true colors and are discovered, it will be very embarrassing."

Wang Zixu turned around and asked, "How much do you need to know about the Nobel Prize to join the discussion?"

Xiao Mengyin thought for a moment and said, "You should at least know the works of Nobel Prize winners in the past five years... no, the past ten years, right? At least everyone should have read one of their representative works, right?"

Wang Zixu asked: "Is a hundred years enough?"

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

……

Chen Qingluo entered the hall and looked around for a long time, but she couldn't find the figure who had just cuddled with her. She also didn't see the back of the person who looked like Wang Zixu, as if a drop of water disappeared in the water.

At first she just thought she was walking too slowly and couldn't keep up, then she began to doubt herself and wondered if she had seen it wrong.

Chen Qingluo is a determined woman, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have self-doubt.

Editor Zhang Ruofei was still following her obediently. Chen Qingluo stared at him for ten seconds. Before he began to fantasize, Chen Qingluo finally spoke:
"Go and have fun on your own."

Zhang Ruofei felt like he was being treated like a child, and his eyes widened: "Huh?"

“You can hold your own event,” Chen Qingluo said, “You don’t have to follow me.”

Zhang Ruofei shook his head: "It's okay. Apart from you, I don't have any other activities of my own. It's great to follow you around." After saying that, Zhang Ruofei himself was a little happy, thinking that his writing was so good, but Chen Qingluo sighed and gave up the euphemism:
"Don't follow me. I'm busy."

After sending away the dejected Zhang Ruofei, Chen Qingluo walked through the crowd and took the elevator next to the hotel to the second floor.

Chen Qingluo has a long history with Gu Xuan Salon. Not long after her debut, she was invited with the character of an underage talented literary girl, becoming the youngest participant in the history of Gu Xuan Salon.

But she didn't have much experience attending salons, only twice. The first time and this time.

It’s not that she didn’t receive any invitations during this period, but she declined them.

She didn't like masquerade balls very much, nor was she very willing to perform in front of the crowd, and she didn't like being surrounded by a group of celebrities who were much older than her and being teased like a child.

Of course, no one had treated her as a child for a long time. But laziness is inertial, so she never responded to the invitation.

The woman in front of him said: "Mr. Gu Xuan hasn't come yet..."

Chen Qingluo said: "I can wait."

The woman smiled apologetically: "I don't know Mr. Gu Xuan's schedule very well. I can't say whether he will come today."

Chen Qingluo asked: "Won't he come to his salon?"

The woman hesitated for a moment. "In recent years, he has appeared less and less. Last year, he only came to the end to stand for a while and then left. So I can't say how long you will wait."

Chen Qingluo fell into silence, and she felt herself frowning slightly.

In fact, she could control it, she could not frown. But she felt that frowning now could put some pressure on the other party and make him think of a solution. She would use this trick when she didn't want to talk, and it has become an instinct now.

Sure enough, the woman in front of him became even more flustered, and she stretched out her hand and said, "How about you take a look at our salon first, and I'll tell you when I contact Mr. Gu."

Chen Qingluo hesitated for a moment, nodded, and walked out of the glass door.

Outside the door was an open porch that extended quite far. Opposite the main door, many seats were neatly arranged, but now they were empty.

Directly below these rows of seats, you can see a discussion group with seats arranged in a circle. The title of the meeting is "The Tower of Babel of Fiction and Reality - Analysis and Reading Guide of the Nobel Prize Writing Genealogy over the Past Century."

Looking through the pages of the book hanging in the air, Chen Qingluo did not find any figure of interest, so she turned around and returned to the glass door.

"I'll just sit here. There's nothing outside that interests me."

The woman brought tea and pretended to be busy at the front desk for a while. After a long time, she suddenly raised her head and said softly:
"Do you have something important to tell me? I'd better call Mr. Gu Xuan to let him know."

Chen Qingluo didn't know why she hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to call her boss, but she could understand it.

She held out her hand and made a gesture of invitation.

The woman walked out of the door in high heels, and soon after, she came back and said to Chen Qingluo:

"Mr. Gu Xuan said he would be here soon."

……

The seats for the discussion group were arranged in a circle. Outside the seats in the center, there were many auditoriums. There were also seats arranged on the second-floor porch facing the exhibition area.

Judging from the seating arrangement, it can be seen that Xiao Mengyin did not lie and this discussion will indeed have a lot of audience.

After signing his name, Prince handed the sign-in sheet to the staff member, who was a curly-haired man wearing a white shirt and a work badge, with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

"Once you sign this, it will be deemed that you agree to your speech being edited and broadcast in the form of video, audio, or text. Our external communication is non-commercial and generally does not generate revenue. If revenue is generated, it will belong to the organizer. Please read the details carefully."

Wang Zixu just glanced at it hastily without looking at it carefully. Xiao Mengyin followed behind and took the sign-in sheet.

He asked, "Have you decided to participate in this issue?"

Xiao Mengyin nodded coldly: "I'm more interested in this side."

She is very dedicated to her work. In front of others, she maintains her persona and instantly appears aloof.

In fact, she did not attend other sessions because she was less familiar with them. Besides, the other sessions were in the afternoon, so she could attend this one and then decide whether to attend the next one.

The man in charge of registration suddenly asked:
"Excuse me, are you Wang Zixu, the one who's been very popular online recently..."

Wang Zixu nodded: "It's me."

A smile flashed across the man's face, and he pursed his lips. It was hard to tell whether the expression was one of pleasure or mockery.

Xiao Mengyin glanced at him and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Wang Zixu did not act stupidly and introduced himself as a "literary knight".

Wang Zixu was a little unhappy.

He knew that all the participants of the salon were well-known and experienced writers. On the surface, he was able to come here because of his popularity on the Internet and he was an Internet celebrity.

When an internet celebrity stands among a group of well-known writers, it is like a chicken standing out among a group of cranes. It is normal for people to look down on him secretly.

Wang Zixu didn't say anything. He turned around angrily and came face to face with a man and a woman who were walking towards him. Both sides were stunned.

The other party was exactly the "golden boy and jade girl" who was seen with Lu Chaoyuan in the parking lot before.

Lu Chaoyuan is Shi Tonghe's apprentice and is now the director of the Cultural Association Office. The title of "director" may seem insignificant, but with the word "office" added to it, it becomes something else.

The office is generally the central agency that maintains the operation of an organization, equivalent to the Grand Council. The Grand Council serves the emperor, and the office serves the leader. The director of the office is the chief steward, who oversees the operation of the center and arranges all matters.

In an organization, the deputy serves the principal, and each deputy is responsible for his own part of the work, while the office director has to take care of every detail and be fully aware of the work trends of each leader. He is the most important position among important positions, and naturally his rank is not low.

The fact that the two of them were willing to let him come and see them off in person shows that he is a key training target of the Literary Association. It is no exaggeration to say that the Literary Association attaches great importance to him.

Considering his personal relationship with Shi Tonghe, one can imagine their attitudes towards Wang Zixu. If they also came to participate in this discussion, it would be a bit awkward to be face to face with each other.

Wang Zixu thought so much in a flash, and the two people had already passed him and went to the front desk.

“Hello, we would like to join the discussion.”

The staff handed over the sign-in sheet and said, "Please sign after reading the instructions. Please note that this discussion will be streamed. Once you sign, it will be deemed that you agree that we will stream it in video, audio, text, etc...."

He repeated what he had just said to Wang Zixu, and the boy and girl listened very carefully. The man raised his head and asked:
“Should I sign my real name or a pseudonym?”

"It's best to use your main pen name," the staff member said. "You can put your real name in parentheses after the pen name."

Jin Tong raised the pen high, waved it gracefully, and wrote two words in a sharp and chic handwriting on the sign-in sheet behind his ear:
"Zhuang Die."

(End of this chapter)