Wang Zixu’s unit used the largest dining table in the cafeteria to entertain the inspection and acceptance team. When Wang Zixu arrived, the table was already full, and members of the inspection team sat staggered with colleagues from their units.
Lin Feng and the leader sat at the top, Guo Ranran sat below, and Zhang Cangnian was also there. After seeing Wang Zixu, he winked at him.
When he met Wang Zixu, the leader said: "Comrade Xiao Wang attaches great importance to his personal image. It took him so long to come back."
There was an insinuation in his words that when Wang Zixu first went to work, he should be sweating, but now that he is a veteran, he is no longer afraid of boiling water.
王子虚说：“不好意思，有点事，耽搁了。”
领导摆手：“算了算了，坐下吧，位子给你准备着，就等你一个了。”
王子虚看到林峰身旁的空位，有点诧异：“我坐上面？”
The leader said: "Yes, Mr. Lin asked you to sit next to him. You guys want to talk about literature."
"Yes, I had a brief exchange with Comrade Wang and Wang Zixu this morning, right? He seemed to know a lot about literature. It is such a good opportunity for me to ask for more advice from him."
Lin Feng smiled and nodded at him, but Wang Zixu complained in his heart. But forced by the situation, he had no choice but to go over and sit down.
In his limited experience of dining in the past, he always sat at the bottom of the table and served, so he could just eat, drink and serve the food without paying attention to anything else during the meal. This is the first time I sit in the top position.
Sitting at the dining table and looking forward, everyone’s eyes were intertwined near the center point next to him. Wang Zixu suddenly understood why his colleagues liked to go out and drink when they had nothing to do.
But he doesn’t like to be the center. He still likes to sit at the bottom and just eat in peace, relaxed and comfortable.
…
When Wang Zixu had to face the dinner party, Ye Lan called Zuo Ziliang and said that she had found a new script writer. So the three of them made an appointment to meet at a store.
When Zuo Ziliang arrived, Ye Lan and the new script writer were already sitting on the sofa waiting. The other person is a young man with a middle-parted hair, not outstanding appearance, too young, carrying a cross-body bag, and wearing Converse canvas shoes.
Ye Lan pointed at the boy and said: "This is Cheng Xing. He is still in college, but he has published many short stories on Douban. The response has been very good. He has also published a book. His fan base is not small. You can chat and get to know each other."
Zuo Ziliang stared at the opposite side. The boy was very polite, nodded and said: "Hello, Teacher Zuo, you can call me Xiaocheng."
Zuo Ziliang just nodded lightly. head, and then went straight to the point: "Xiao Cheng, right? What do you think?"
Cheng Xing said: "What are you referring to?"
"How did you come up with the idea of becoming our scripter?"
Cheng Xing said: "Oh, that's the case. I'm about to graduate from college and want to write full-time in the future, so I want to work in a writing-related industry as a means of making a living."
Zuo Ziliang said: "What, you have published, and the royalties are not enough to live on?"
Cheng Xing smiled politely: "I am in the traditional publishing industry, and I am not as good as those online writers. The royalties are enough to live for a while, certainly not enough for a lifetime."
Zuo Ziliang asked: "Yours Have you brought the manuscript? "
Cheng Xing quickly opened his schoolbag: "I have brought it. If you have any comments, I can revise it."
Zuo Ziliang looked down at the manuscript. While he was reading the manuscript, Ye Lan said with a smile:
“We have publishing experience, we have a fan base, and we, Cheng Xing, are graduates of a prestigious school. By the way, did you win any literary competition awards in junior high school?”
Cheng Xing said: "Mr. Ya. I won the second prize. The first prize in my session was Guo Yueran."
Ye Lan said: "Oh, yes. How about it, is the script writer I found more reliable than the previous script writer?"
Zuo Ziliang did not answer, while looking at the sample script, his brows furrowed.
Cheng Xing lowered his eyebrows, picked up the water glass, and took a sip. His eyes were deep and he didn't speak, but his mind was already changing a hundred times.
…
The food was on the table, and no one on the table moved their chopsticks. Lin Feng was the protagonist of this banquet. Only when he moved his chopsticks did he fire the starting gun and everyone could start eating. This is the most basic wine table rule.
The leader leaned forward and said to Lin Feng: "Mr. Lin, during the Chinese New Year, my father-in-law gave me a few bottles of rice wine. They are all aged wine. They taste very delicious and the alcohol content is not high. I am so happy today. How about opening it and making everyone happy?"
Lin Feng loves literature and does not like white wine, but prefers rice wine. Of course, the leader had already found out about his preferences. Hearing that there was aged rice wine, Lin Feng was a little excited, but his eyebrows were raised and he said, "Isn't this bad?" It’s Friday after work, and it’s not a working day. The alcohol level is really not high, and it won’t cause any problems. No matter from any angle, it’s not a violation of the rules. If it is a violation of the rules, I won’t dare to mention it. What do you think?”
Lin Feng played with his chopsticks, then turned around and said, "How about some?"
"Come on, Xiao Mao, go to my office, go to the cabinet under my desk and bring me the wine."
The rice wine was served on the table, and the young colleagues from the unit poured the wine diligently. Lin Feng turned to look at Wang Zixu: "Let's have a drink together?"
The leader stared at Lin Feng from behind. Wang Zixu knew that if he didn't drink today, he might not be able to survive in the workplace, so he could only nod and said: "I can't drink well, so I can only accompany you for a few drinks. If it’s too much, we might collapse.”
The leader knocked on the table and said, “This is not good, Xiao Wang. He has stage fright before he starts drinking. If you lose, you have to show the momentum of charging forward!”
Lin Feng said: "Hey, we don't drink to get people drunk. We can be happy wherever we go. It's okay, Brother Wang, drink to your heart's content and go home when you're done. It doesn't matter."
The prince nodded, and the bright yellow and clear liquid poured into the cup, which was illuminated clearly under the light, and wisps of fragrance floated out of the wine cup.
The leader raised his wine glass high and said: "Well, we are so happy today. We have met such a literary talent as Mr. Lin, so let's raise a glass together to pay tribute to the talent!"
There was a loud toast during the banquet. After a glass of wine, the banquet officially started.
Lin Feng said: "Let me correct you. I am still a layman in essence. I love poetry, wine, and delicious food. I cannot afford to be called a literary genius. This time it is not just me, but all the members of our inspection team, including all the comrades in your unit. They have worked hard and deserve a toast. This is my toast to all comrades, everyone has worked hard. !”
The leader applauded: “Okay! Come on, drink!”
Yellow wine is lighter in taste than white wine, but has a stronger stamina and is easier to get drunk. Wang Zixu hasn’t drank for a long time, and his drinking capacity has dropped a lot. After just one glass, he feels a little dizzy.
Everyone eats vegetables. The chef in the cafeteria was specially hired by the leader from his hometown. His cooking skills are at the level of a private expert. The dishes on the table have a homely flavor and are not over-standard and are all hard dishes. Lin Feng and other guests were full of praise for their food.
After eating two chopsticks, Lin Feng leaned over and asked: "Brother Wang, we talked about Hugo this morning, which book by Hugo is your favorite?"