"The Mao Dun Literary Award should not be awarded." Another colleague said, "How can our company afford a Mao Dun Literary Award writer? What price should we pay to let a writer of this level write this?"
"Yes Ah, it’s impossible for people to put down their dignity to write this. ”
A mysterious smile appeared on Huang Da’s face, he raised his phone and said, “Then how do you explain this, huh?”
His colleagues were speechless.
Huang Da put down his mobile phone and said: "So I said before, this script writer is the core asset of our company. Damn it, those who know it are speech therapists having a meeting, but those who don't know, they thought it was a literary symposium!"
A colleague said: "Yeah, I never thought our group could have such a literary and artistic atmosphere."
"Elegant. So elegant."
"Elegance is not important," Huang Da said, "The key is that he uses these very elegant things, and they really work. And have you noticed? He is not a team, he is a person."
A colleague asked: "How do you say this?"
Huang Da took a sip of water: "We all guessed before that this script writer is probably a team, one person is responsible for the creative core, and the others are responsible for writing. Today, I watched what he said, explaining everything in simple terms, from inspiration to framework to specific writing style. There was no team from the beginning, just him!"
Another colleague asked: "What's wrong with one person?"
Huang Da looked worried and said: "It's okay if it's a team, but it's very troublesome if it's one person. If one or two people leave the team, it won't delay the work, but such a key role, if one day it stops..."
The colleague was excited and said: "Yes, but isn't this the purpose of the boss asking him to give lectures?"
Huang Da glanced at him and asked: "Then you learned it after listening to the class?"
"No." The colleague shook his head decisively.
Several people were chatting while playing skewers. As they were talking, the rhythmic sound of thick-soled high heels hitting the ground suddenly sounded behind Huang Da.
In the noisy back street night market, the voice was so clear and familiar that it immediately made him break into a cold sweat.
“Hey, where’s the dinner party? You’ve worked hard.”
Huang Da turned around and saw a slim woman walking towards them. He immediately stood up obediently, and all the other colleagues also stood up, bowed their heads and said hello:
"Manager Ye."
The woman stood still, glanced at everyone playfully, and then moved a stool over very naturally and sat down among the group of male colleagues. Colleagues who were originally in a relaxed state straightened their backs, like rabbits being stared at by a cheetah.
The woman wears shoulder-length short hair, her ears are hidden behind her hair, her nose is narrow, her cheekbones are slightly convex, her eyebrows are very straight, and her mouth is pursed into a straight "one". These characteristics all hint at her harsh character. But excluding subjective impressions, her face can basically be regarded as a beauty.
She was wearing a white women's suit jacket. Because it was a little hot now, she took off her jacket and put it on the back of the chair, revealing the lake blue cotton silk sleeveless shirt underneath, with her chest high. The lower body is wearing a hip-covering skirt of the same style as the suit. She has a pair of very strong thighs, and you can tell from a glance that she wears high heels for a long time.
Ye Lan, currently the manager of Wenwen Company, is also Zuo Ziliang’s partner, and his shareholding ratio is only lower than that of Zuo Ziliang.
She put her hands on the table, with a mysterious smile on her face: "What were you talking about just now? How about you tell me too?"
...
In the small group of Wen Ming speech therapists, after Wang Zixu finished his lecture, the group members were silent for a while.
After a while, someone started to speak.
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [Do you... understand? ]
Innocence Poet: [I understand. ]
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [What did you understand? Can you tell me a little bit about that? 】
Innocence Poet: [I understand. If he is not pretending, then he is really super knowledgeable and I can’t learn from him. This is what I understand. ]
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [Do you understand this? ]
Innocence Poet: [What else? ]
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [...Okay, I feel relieved knowing that I'm not the only one who doesn't understand. ]
Innocence Poet: [I want him to speak for two more hours. 】
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [You will understand if I talk for two more hours? ]
Innocence Poet: [No. But it sounds very touching. 】
Wang Zixu is generally satisfied with his performance. However, 40 minutes was too short, and he still had many thoughts that he had not yet had time to say.
He felt that something magical had happened to him - usually in life, Wang Zixu was submissive and struggled to even speak a complete sentence, but when facing the entire group of listeners (there were more than 500 people in the group), he suddenly thought fluently and had clear logic.
He thinks this may be related to the fact that he participated in debates in the debate team in college. When facing an unspecified majority of people, he will be full of excitement and desire to express himself.
This desire for expression also became an opportunity for him to embark on the path of literature.
After the lecture, Zuo Ziliang turned off all muting, and the group became lively. The speech therapists all lamented that they didn’t expect the little prince to think so much when writing the script. Wang Zixu's mood became better again.
However, not many people asked questions during the question and answer session, because everyone generally reported that they did not understand and needed some time to digest. The first lecture ended successfully.
Wang Zixu closed the computer and came to the bedroom door. Just now it was the first level to pass today, and now it is the last level to pass today.
There was a short video of canned laughter coming from the door. He knocked on the door and the sound disappeared immediately. His wife answered him with silence.
Wang Zixu cleared his throat and said: "I really don't want to hide it from you, but I really can't reveal to others where I wrote it. As the old saying goes, what is said is what is done, and words are revealed. Do you think it will be difficult for your husband to find a job and be targeted by others? Others are here to grab it, so why bother? By the way, I made a small profit from the royalties last month and I forgot to transfer it to you. Please accept it." After that, he opened the phone skillfully and transferred a thousand yuan to his wife.
After 30 seconds, the bedroom door opened. Wang Zixu walked into the house with his head held high.
He used to always hope to reason with his wife and make him and his wife into the ideal person, just like he did when he was writing the script, but this method works well in Wenyan App, but not in real life.
Now, he would rather use more efficient methods to solve the problems in life. The most effective way to persuade people in this world is to lure them with benefits and force them with power.
He could not choose this method before, because at that time, he tragically had no money.