Wang Zixu ate a chopstick dish, thought about it, and said, "If I could only choose among his works, my favorite would be "1993"."
Lin Feng said: "I seem to have heard of this book, what is it about specifically?"
Wang Zixu is the kind of person who has no interest in talking about other things, but can talk about interesting things all day long. When Lin Feng asked about this topic, he immediately started talking about why the title of the book was 1993, talked about the French Revolution and the Royalists, and then talked about the Marquis of Landenac and the Vendée Rebellion. He talked for three minutes before coming to an end.
After saying that, there was silence in the whole table. The prince was slightly frightened. He had committed his old habit again and made the situation cold again.
When he was thinking about how to make up for it, Lin Feng touched his chin and said: "So, this novel is mainly about the revolutionary feelings of the French during the war, right?"
When Wang Zixu was about to say more than that, the leader suddenly clapped his hands. , gave Lin Feng a thumbs up: "Okay! Mr. Lin is really insightful. He summarized such profound thoughts in just one sentence. Come on, let me toast you."
Lin Feng smiled broadly and waved his hands repeatedly. The two drank a drink, and the atmosphere at the table became lively again.
Guo Ranran held her chin and said, "Brother Wang, I would like to ask, did you deliberately tell a very unpopular novel so that you can show everyone your knowledge?"
The prince was speechless, looked at her and said: "'93' is not unpopular. This book is the last novel Hugo wrote when he was 73 years old. It is a masterpiece, but it is not famous in China."
Guo Ranran stuck out his tongue and said, "Is that because I am ignorant? Come on, Brother Wang, let me toast you."
Wang Zixu had no choice but to raise his glass and drink with her. Everyone at the table stood up and toasted each other.
The leader turned his head across the seat and said to Wang Zixu: "Xiao Wang, you are indeed very knowledgeable, but to be educated, you must not only be knowledgeable, but also cultivated. Don't be too proud, be humble, listen more and speak less."
Wang Zixu was so depressed by this sentence that he lost his temper at all. He knew that the leader was teasing him because he thought he talked too much and stole Lin Feng's limelight. Lin Feng should now be the protagonist of this table.
Next to him, Zhang Cangnian said with a smile: "Boss, you are asking too much for Xiao Wang. He usually talks less in the workplace. If you ask him to talk less, he will go back to work without saying a word."
Zhang Cannian chuckled and said, "I usually take him to drink too much. He is not used to it. Right, Xiao Wang? I think you want to have a drink with Mr. Lin. You have made our table feel your style today. If you two have a drink, we will definitely resonate more."
The leader said: "Yes, you two should quickly resonate and we can learn more. Get used to it."
Wang Zixu raised his glass and said: "Mr. Lin, I toast you."
Lin Feng also raised his glass: "No, I should also toast you, let's drink together and resonate together."
After the two drank, Wang Zixu had already drank three glasses, and his head was buzzing. Lin Feng put down his cup and said, "Brother Wang, you are very knowledgeable. How many books have you read?"
Wang Zixu raised his head and saw the leader winking at him desperately, not knowing what he wanted to express;
He also saw Guo Ranran’s eyes flickering, staring at him like needles, and then looked away when he saw him;
He also saw Zhang Cang, who was balding with his Mediterranean hair style, sitting there with a big belly, picking food for himself without having to do anything;
In a daze, he seemed to see his wife putting pressure on him, asking him to "perform well".
He said: "I have seen them all."
"Huh?" Lin Feng raised his eyebrows.
“As long as you can name them, I have read all the major works.” Wang Zixu said.
After saying that, there was a silence at the table.
The leader knocked his wine glass on the table: "Xiao Wang, what did I just say?"
Lin Feng waved his hand to stop the leader from getting angry: "No."
He turned to Wang Zixu and said: "Brother Wang, are you really so confident?"
Wang Zixu said: "It's okay, I'm just generally confident."
Guo Ranran said quietly: "If the cowhide is broken, it will be an embarrassment to our unit."
"It's not broken." Wang Zixu said, lowering his head to eat the food, trying to suppress his drunkenness.
Lin Feng said: "Okay, why don't I take a test on you."
"How to test?"
Lin Feng said: "I'll tell you an author, you tell me his works, and let Xiao Guo search on Baidu. If you can name one of his works, I'll have a drink. If you can't answer, how about you have a drink?"
Wang Zixu put down his chopsticks: "This is too difficult. You name a writer and I will answer the names of all his novels. If you get them all correct, you drink. If you get one wrong, I drink."
The leader next to him immediately agreed: "Okay! This is a good suggestion. We can just open our eyes more, right?"
The purpose of entertaining Lin Feng this time was to drink him up. As for how to drink it well, it doesn't matter.
This game of guessing works sounds fun, and Lin Feng is also very interested. It is another opportunity for Lin Feng to show his reading volume. From his perspective, he will definitely welcome it.
If Wang Zixu loses face and fails to answer, it will play into his own hands - it would be better if Wang Zixu drinks too much and speaks less.
A colleague next to me said: "Isn't this a wonderful boxing show?"
"Yes, it will be a good story if it spreads."
"Then if Mr. Lin drinks, we will also drink with him. If Comrade Wang drinks, how about having a drink with him from your unit?"
The leader waved and said: "Xiao Mao, please write down who drank how many drinks today, and we will decide the winner in the end."
Others at the table cheered loudly.
Wang Zixu raised the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, and said: "Okay, let's start?"
Lin Feng crossed his arms and said: " Let’s start. We just talked about Hugo. Let’s not start with Hugo. Let’s talk about another French writer-Balzac first. ” …
In KTV, Zuo Ziliang’s inspection is still in progress.
Cheng Xing looked at him silently. He was quite confident in his script, so he wasn't nervous at all.
After a long while, Zuo Ziliang suddenly raised his head, took a deep breath and said:
"This level is still a bit low, although he has his own style and characteristics. Colorful, but there is still a certain distance between it and our previous script writer."
Cheng Xing suddenly felt a little impatient and took back his script and said, "Really?"
Ye Lan immediately had an opinion on the side: "How could it be? Cheng Xing has published a book, how can he be worse than the scriptwriter you randomly find? Zuo Ziliang, radish and cabbage everyone has their own preferences, you can't just say that you feel it's not good and just reject the person, right?"
Zuo Ziliang frowned and said: "Levels are very objective. If you ask me to give a specific reason, I can't give it, but I can only say that this kind of script is not enough to replace the little prince."
Cheng Xing did not speak and drank water again, but everyone could see that he was not convinced. After all, he is still a college student, and he can't hide anything on his face.
Ye Lan slapped the sofa and said, "Zuo Ziliang, if you are so picky, then we won't be able to talk about this matter."
Zuo Ziliang pursed his lips, a little impatient. Ye Lan is a good person in social management, but to put it bluntly, she has no literary appreciation. It was difficult for him to discuss matters of literary appreciation with her.
"Ye Lan, have you ever shown him the script of The Little Prince."
Ye Lan shook his head: "No!"
Zuo Ziliang took out his hand After flipping through the phone for a while, he handed it over and said:
“This is the script from our original scripter. You can see how he wrote it.”