The prince opened his mouth and stood there as if in a daze. In front of him, Lin Feng was holding "Paradise Lost" swinging in the air.
He stayed up until 4 a.m. yesterday and only slept for two hours. His senses are now extremely vivid, but his thinking is very slow, and time and space are distorted in his senses.
He noticed that Lin Feng had a pair of almond eyes and a pair of willow eyebrows. He had applied some kind of moisturizer on his skin, which was greasy and a little reflective, but his face was full of pits, which were proof of the existence of acne.
The leader said from the side: "Xiao Wang is an artistic young man in our unit. Oh, he is an artistic middle-aged man now. He has read a lot, so he should be able to chat with you very well."
Wang Zixu came to his senses and said as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Ah, well, I will just flip through it."
Junichi Watanabe's "Paradise Lost" was put on the table for reference in order to write the script. He didn't have many feelings, and the ones he had were all related to Wen Huan.
Lin Feng turned over a page or two and said: "If you also love literature, then read less of this kind of book. Reading too much of this kind of book is harmful."
Wang Zixu did not comment on his opinion, but based on the other party's identity, he still nodded with dignity and said: "Well, I haven't read much."
Lin Feng said: "If you love literature, I recommend you to read some heavier works, such as this, uh, "Les Misérables", this "The Count of Monte Cristo"..."
Wang Zixu said: "Isn't "The Count of Monte Cristo" a popular novel?"
Lin Feng was stunned: "Who told you? You don't know Alexandre Dumas?"
Wang Zixu said: "I know, I have read it. "The Count of Monte Cristo" is a popular novel."
The leader next to him glanced at Wang Zixu. He knew Wang Zixu very well, and he did not care about other people's face when he spoke. Feeling that the momentum was not good, he quickly smoothed things over and said:
"Aren't popular novels also novels? They are all the same, all the same. Xiao Wang, be humble. Mr. Lin has made great achievements in literature. You should learn more from him and don't think you know the most."
Wang Zixu felt a little aggrieved. He was just telling the truth. The two examples given by Lin Feng just now are not close to each other at all.
It’s like someone recommended you to read more of Lu Xun’s “The Scream” and Jin Yong’s “The Legend of the Condor Heroes” at the same time. Although the books are both good books, the style of painting is so inconsistent that it is difficult not to complain.
But now is a critical period, and the overall situation is more important. Although literature is important, it is not appropriate to popularize science at this time. He shut his mouth obediently and did not contradict the leader, nor did he continue to contradict Lin Feng. He looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.
Through the two sentences just now, he has basically figured out Lin Feng's level. But there is nothing to be proud of, and there is no need to dance outside the level of other people's knowledge.
But Lin Feng didn’t seem to be dissatisfied and said: "Hey, it’s okay. Literature, everyone has different preferences. Some people like elegant things, some people like vulgar things. In my opinion, elegance is elegance, and elegance is elegance. It was just a dispute of temperament, a gentleman's opinion, don't be surprised if it is about things but not people."
Wang Zixu gave a thumbs up and said: "That's a fair statement. That sentence is called 'Heroes see the same thing'. Although I am not a hero, I do see the same thing as Mr. Lin."
Lin Feng laughed loudly: "What you said is that I am not a hero either."
Wang Zixu’s words were sincere and not mixed with any flattery, but the leader didn’t think so. He stood behind Lin Feng, with a beautiful expression, and showed a rare kind smile to Wang Zixu, as if to say, “You finally got the idea.”
The leader very cleverly inserted a beautiful saying to set off the scene:
"Mr. Lin is a master in the literary world, and Xiao Wang is a talented man in our unit. What is this called? Talented men of letters see the same thing!"
Lin Feng said: "Haha, yes!"
While the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves, Lin Feng patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder and said, "Let's have a meal sometime and talk about literature."
When Wang Zixu saw the leader behind Lin Feng winking, he nodded and said, "Okay."
The inspection in his department was also over. There were no problems and he passed the test smoothly. Next, they went to Guo Ranran's department.
After the group left, Zhang Cangnian, who had just hid outside the door, walked in again, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying:
"You're good! You made Lin Feng very happy. , we should be better off now. The leader will definitely mark it down in his heart." Wang Zixu put away Junichi Watanabe's "Paradise Lost" and said, "I didn't coax him."
Zhang Cannian held the water glass and said, "By the way, what's wrong with "The Count of Monte Cristo"?"
Wang Zixu glanced at him: "It's nothing, it's quite good-looking."
"I mean, how many books have you read?"
Wang Zixu raised his head and thought for a moment, then lowered his head and said: "Let's put it this way, I have read all the major works of the writers you can name."
Zhang Cannian was surprised: "So confident?"
“As long as you can call me by name.”
Zhang Cannian said: “You are really a fucking ruthless person.”
At this moment, the two heard an exaggerated female voice coming from next door, and Guo Ranran was yelling in the office next door.
The two of them walked to the next door to peek, and saw Guo Ranran with an exaggerated expression, looking at Lin Feng with moist eyes:
"Mr. Lin, do you know? What I admire most are talented people who are good at literature. Teacher Lin, do you have any recommended books? I really want to learn, can you recommend a few books to teach me? !"
Lin Feng laughed and said: "There are not many girls who like to read books now. Well, I will recommend a few books to you..." Guo Ranran said: "Wait a moment, I will find a notebook. I have to write down the books recommended by Teacher Lin carefully."
Lin Feng laughed again. The leader said at the side: "This little girl is quite studious, but it is true that as a post-00s generation, she is much better than many old comrades in our unit."
At the door, Wang Zixu looked back at Zhang Cangnian and whispered: "This is called qiui Coax. ”
…
The second day after the little prince took leave, Huang Da’s work quality deteriorated, his happiness index dropped significantly, and the entire company was enveloped in an atmosphere of anxiety.
I didn’t feel it when the little prince was here before, but now that he is on leave, Huang Da is about to have a nervous breakdown from the word "script".
“Huang Da, don’t you have a new script yet? When will the script be sent out?”
“Huang Da, hasn’t the script engineer come back yet? When will he come back?”
“Boss! I haven’t opened it for two days. I’m alone! Where’s my script? I don’t know how to do language therapy!”
Overnight, everyone seemed to be reaching out to him for a script, and he was sitting at his desk blankly, as if he suddenly didn’t know how to work.
At this moment, the cleaning lady appeared beside him sadly and whispered in his ear: "Feet."
Huang Da was so stressed that he almost jumped out of his chair. He turned to look at his aunt and asked, "Do you also want to come and urge me to write the script?"
As a result, the aunt then said: "Lift it up."
"Oh."
After the aunt left, Huang Da felt that he could not go on like this.
He knocked on Zuo Ziliang's office and told Zuo Ziliang about the current situation. Zuo Ziliang raised his head and stared at him: "Is it really so serious? Can't we speech therapists do our best?"
Huang Da said: "Since the script was no longer a crutch, the performance of our speech therapists cannot be said to be unsatisfactory, it can only be said to have plummeted."
"Where is the data?"
"For two consecutive days, the number of orders dropped by 13%, the number of rewards dropped sharply by 30%, and the rating dropped by 0.1."
Zuo Ziliang put his hands under his nose, making the classic move of Commander Ikari.
“There are so many new users, can’t they use the old script over and over again?”
Huang Da said: “I told them the same thing, but from what they said, it doesn’t seem to work. Too bad, first of all, they can’t remember which users have used which scripts, and secondly, some of our old script screenshots have been leaked, and some new users know the routine, and they feel that they have been cheated. This is the main reason for the lower score. ”
Zuo Ziliang took a deep breath and said: "This is why I asked the little prince to train them. They are just using the script mechanically and have not understood it thoroughly."
Huang Da said: "Boss, what do you think we should do?"
While Zuo Ziliang was still thinking, Ye Lan walked in from outside the door and said, "What should I do? If it's my opinion, just remove the script engineer."
Hearing this, Huang Da turned around in shock. Zuo Ziliang's expression changed, and he waved to Huang Da to go out.
Huang Da went out obediently and closed the door behind him. Only Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan were left in the office.
Zuo Ziliang asked: "What do you mean?"
"It's obvious," Ye Lan said, "What I mean is, since you can't control the scripter, then kick him off. We don't want the scripter."
She lowered her head, eyes Staring directly at Zuo Ziliang: "If a company wants to be on the right track, it cannot allow the existence of irreplaceable people at work. If you study management, you should understand this."