Wang Zixu froze in place, but no one noticed him.
Shen Qingfeng said with a sly smile:
"Yesterday, Lin Feng went to a unit for inspection. During dinner in the evening, for some reason, he started competing with a clerk about literature."
Ning Chunyan said: "How to compete in literature?"
p>Shen Qingfeng said: "Yeah, how can we compete in literature? That clerk has never published any articles. He is a literature lover. Maybe he is dissatisfied with Lin Feng and insists on comparing his reading volume with him."
Ning Chunyan said: "Some literature lovers read quite a lot."
Shen Qingfeng said: "Well, many enthusiasts are like this. They always think that the masters are among the people. They think that if they read a lot, they are better than famous writers. They thought of a way to 'compare literature' by naming dishes."
Ning Chunyan asked: "Report the name of the dish?"
Shen Qingfeng said: "Yes. Lin Feng said the author's name, and asked the clerk to tell the work. If he said it correctly, Lin Feng would drink If you say something wrong, the waiter will be punished by one cup."
Ning Chunyan said: "This is to test the reading capacity."< /p>
Shen Qingfeng continued: "And guess what? The clerk really got all the answers right, one cup after another, and finally knocked Lin Feng down."
Ning Chunyan tilted his head and asked: "Then why was he kicked out of the house by his wife?"
Shen Qingfeng said: "Then who knows? What happened next is very funny. He recited Li Bai's "Xing" on the street "The road is difficult", our president lives next door to his house. When I asked him what happened, he said that it is so sad that many people in the world fail to realize their talents. "
After saying this, Shen Qingfeng clapped his legs and laughed.
“I don’t know how Writer Lin was touched by the sadness of Spring and Autumn, but he just resonated with a clerk. Anyway, this matter has spread all over Xihe. I told everyone today that I laughed to death...”
“Wang Zixu.”
In the corner of the office, a humble but firm voice suddenly sounded.
Shen Qingfeng and Ning Chunyan turned their heads at the same time and looked at Wang Zixu.
Wang Zixu said: "That clerk's name is Wang Zixu."
Wang Zixu was very emotional. Wang Zixu was very moved.
He could not have imagined that in just one night, this story would spread throughout Xihe. He never imagined that behind the scenes, Lin Feng would still be so aggrieved by himself.
But he also felt very sad - even in his own story, he was not the protagonist and did not even have a name. He even appeared in the form of a clown. Just like Sancho next to Don Quixote.
Fortunately, he is used to it. Sancho is also pretty good.
"Whatever," Shen Qingfeng said, "I don't know what his name is, so I'll just call him Cai Mingge. And Lin Feng also sent a message to Moments this morning, look."
He handed the phone to Ning Chunyan, who tilted his body and read it carefully.
Shen Qingfeng said: "Then I commented on him, whether I had heard of Zheng Yuanjie or written about Pipilu Luxixi, and I felt that I was not appreciating my talent. But he didn't reply to me, haha. "
Wang Zixu interjected: ""Wisdom Teeth" and "Baike" were also written by Zheng Yuanjie. They are adult fairy tales, which are quite interesting."
Shen Qingfeng glanced at him: "You don't have to wait and tell me the name of the dish."
Wang Zixu shut his mouth. Then read the speech.
Ning Chunyan asked: "Then, how many works did Wang Zixu specifically mention?"
Shen Qingfeng said: "It's not important. What's the use of reading too many books? Talented people don't need to read books, they all write by themselves. If you are really talented, you will already be outstanding in writing. How could it be 3 You are still working as a clerk here at the age of 0?" He continued: "What's the use of reading so many classics? When I wrote "Girls, Pull Little Hands", I didn't read any of them. A truly awesome life can be interpreted by itself. "
After he said this, it was like a starting gun was fired. The office door was violently pushed open again. At the same time, the landline phone on the table also rang.
Wang Zixu quickly answered the phone, and Xiaofang's voice sounded on the other end:
"Hello? Is Brother Wang still here? Sorry, the leader has made new requirements, which is very troublesome. I I’ll send you the document first, and you still have to make changes. By the way, have the people from the secretariat come to see you?”
Wang Zixu looked back at the man who had just come in. He was wearing a pair of glasses and had slightly dark skin, staring at him with a serious face.
He pressed the speakerphone button on the phone and asked the man, "Are you from the Secretariat?"
The man nodded silently: "I am Chen Bin. Are you new here?"
Wang Zixu said: "My other unit came to help."
Xiaofang said on the phone: "Hurry, just type it to him after making the changes, and he will send it directly to the scene. You open the document first."
Wang Zixu was hurriedly operating the computer, and Chen Bin next to him said: "I'm dizzy, you haven't finished it yet?"
Wang Zixu said while operating: "I still need to make some changes."
The secretariat asked: "How long to wait?"
"I don't know."
"My brother," Yang Tian from the secretariat said, "There will be a meeting in half an hour! What did you do? You are so drunk."
On the other side of the office, Shen Qingfeng and Ning Chunyan both looked at this side curiously.
Xiaofang said: "Brother Wang, I sent you a revised version, you open it first."
Wang Zixu opened the document, his palms were sweating, and when he opened the revised version, he was stunned.
Compared with the original manuscript, the revised manuscript has a lot of paragraphs, serialization, and punctuation. Some sentences only have one or two keywords. I don’t know what I want to express, and I don’t know how to change it.
Wang Zixu said into the phone: "What does this mean?"
Xiaofang’s nervous voice came from the phone:
“That’s it, Director Mei and Section Chief Liu found that the lines are too scattered, and the framework of the manuscript needs to be overturned and rewritten. The sentences above are still the original sentences, but the order has been changed. You need to copy the sentences in the original manuscript into the revised manuscript after changing the order.”
Wang Zixu compared it for a while and finally understood what he meant, and then asked: "Then what does this sentence with only one or two keywords mean?"
Behind Wang Zixu, Chen Bin covered his face and said: "My day, they don't have time to check, but we have time to check? It will start in half an hour! I have to drive there!"
Wang Zixu thought for a while, turned around and said: "How long will it take you to drive there?"
Chen Bin said : "At least twenty minutes."
Wang Zixu said: "There's enough time."
He skillfully adjusted the text size to size 3, the font to imitation Song Dynasty GB2314, the line spacing to 28 points, the first line to be indented, 1.5 lines after the paragraph, the title font size to be 22, and the font to be Song Dynasty Simplified Chinese.
Then, he pinched his fingers and began to expand on the remaining sentences of the revised manuscript on the spot.
Behind him, Chen Bin asked: "Did you write it yourself?"
"No. These are all sentences from the original manuscript." Wang Zixu spoke without stopping.
Chen Bin stared: "You didn't read the manuscript?"
Wang Zixu said: "I just read it."
He knocked for a while character, he pressed Enter coolly, and then said: "I just read the manuscript three times."
"Can you memorize it?"
"I have memorized it."
Chen Bin crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.
Behind him, Shen Qingfeng and Ning Chunyan approached curiously. Shen Qingfeng stretched out his hand and pointed, "Oh, this guy is typing pretty fast."
Wang Zixu said nothing.
He never thought about typing speed.
When he was writing 150,000 words a month, he had already developed his speed.