“Who?”
“A user. A user who spends more than 20,000 yuan on our app every month.” Zuo Ziliang said, “She wants to see you. "
Wang Zixu was in a daze for two seconds and said, "You know I can't meet her. I have a wife."
Zuo Ziliang smiled bitterly. He covered his face with his hands: "Do you think you have a choice? In other words, do you think we have a choice?"
"What do you mean?"
Zuo Ziliang stopped his expression: "If you don't come forward, the user said that we will be reported to the Xinle Department."
"What funny potato?"
"It's not Doulesu. It's the Information and Entertainment Administration." Zuo Ziliang said, "We belong to the network information entertainment application, and they are our direct management unit, responsible for supervising whether there are any violations in our operations."
Wang Zixu stood up: "Didn't you promise me that you won't break the law?"
Zuo Ziliang stretched out his hand to ask him to sit down: "Calm down. Where did we break the law? How could we break the law?"
"Then you are still afraid of her reporting it?"
"You don't understand at all." Zuo Ziliang frowned, "Even if it is not illegal, if she reports it, will the Shigaraki Bureau investigate? As long as they come to investigate, the matter will be troublesome."
"You haven't broken any laws, so why are you afraid of being investigated?"
Zuo Ziliang said: "Do you know how to investigate? First, let you write a self-inspection report, and then send people to collect various information, obtain flow records, check background records, and even request an audit of our services..."
"It's the same as our inspection reception."
“Yes, but what’s the problem? The service we provide is speech therapy, and they will ask us to provide all our chat records! We can’t leak the user’s chat records yet. We can only ask the speech therapists to take screenshots of their own records. It’s okay if they are willing to cooperate. If they don’t cooperate, they will just quit. How many speech therapists will we lose?
"Not to mention that the existence of review itself is a kind of punishment. Have you read Sartre? Gazing is slavery, have you read it?"
Wang Zixu said, I have read it, and I met his old man this morning.
Zuo Ziliang said: "Because of the gaze of others, we must live in a prison of perspective and discipline free will at all times. Audit is the gaze from public power.
"Our speech therapy is a creative activity that extremely requires the free expansion of free will. If there is an audit, there will be no freedom, and the speech therapist will wear shackles. And the scale of review is quite ambiguous.
"For example, if I say, 'Miss, you are so beautiful,' this is not against the rules, right? But if I say, 'Miss, you are so coquettish,' it will be against the rules. A single word can determine whether it is a violation or not. Even if I can do it by myself, we have thousands of speech therapists. Can everything be done well?
“To take a step back, our interaction is done jointly by both parties. If the other girl says, ‘I want to wear Pinru’s clothes,’ then isn’t it reasonable for me to say, ‘You are so sexy? But you can't say it. If you say it, it will be against the rules.
“As soon as the review starts, our speech therapists will always pull themselves in their minds, struggling with the question of ‘you are so beautiful’ or ‘you are so sexy’, and everyone will fall into the quagmire of self-censorship. Free will disappears, and all that is left are carefully considered words and sentences.
“Staring is slavery, and review is punishment. I believe that our Wenyan app has absolutely no violations or violations, but as long as it is reported and the review begins, our punishment will begin. Even if we finally passed Check, the shackles left by punishment will last forever, and we will be completely defeated in the competition with other apps."
After Zuo Ziliang finished speaking a long paragraph, he grabbed the cold water on the table and took a swig. Wang Zixu fell into silence.
He thought for a long time. He thinks about Sartre, existentialism, and "1984."
He also thought about his royalties, his wife, and the Porsche for the Ning Chun Banquet.
Finally, he stood up and put his hands on the table: "In that case, our fate ends here."
"What do you mean?"
"I just want to make some money, I don't want to be involved in my life. I have Wife, I can’t expose my script writing. I’m just a part-time worker, and I can’t bear the fate of your app. Now that it has invaded my life, I can only say goodbye.”
Zuo Ziliang sat blankly in his seat, his bald head reflecting the gentle light of the cafe. Wang Zixu stood up slowly and waited for a few seconds to see if he had anything to say. Finding that he had been silent, he tentatively said: "Then, that's it, I'm leaving."
He turned back and walked for a while to confirm that Zuo Ziliang was not chasing him. He opened the door and walked out, feeling a little relieved but also a little sad.
It was chilly outside, and the cold summer night air caressed my face. At this moment, he felt a huge push on his back. He staggered and fell to the street. An arm went around his neck and held him up.
"What are you doing? I told you not to force others to make things difficult for you!"
Zuo Ziliang exhaled from behind: "Come with me!"
"Where are you going?"
"Come here!"
Zuo Ziliang held Wang Zixu hostage, and the two of them walked through the street spinning like a pas de deux. When they turned a corner, Zuo Ziliang pushed Wang Zixu to a bar.
“Go in.”
“What for?”
“Go in!”
Wang Zixu pushed the door open, and the loud music hit his face. The heat wave mixed with the smell of alcohol and sweat penetrated his nostrils. The dazzling light from the LED screen cut out shapes in the darkness, and the silhouettes of the crowd were like autumn grass dancing in the wind.
“Come.” Zuo Ziliang grabbed his arm.
The light of the lamp ball slid over Wang Zixu's eyelids, the red, purple and yellow light, the collision of goblets, the dense bubbles of champagne making a "beep" sound, drumbeats, piano, saxophone, this gentle amber glass-colored night.
Zuo Ziliang pulled him to the dance floor, pointed to the stage and said, "Did you see that girl? The girl who plays the saxophone."
"I saw it. Why? "
The light was so dazzling that he couldn't actually see the appearance of the person above the stage. He could only see a white figure, swaying slowly, holding Saxophone in his arms like he was holding his dance partner.
"The saxophone player is the best jazz player in Xihe City, or in other words, the only jazz player. Do you know jazz?" Zuo Ziliang said.
"Is it the one in "The Pianist on the Sea"?"
"It's the one in "The Pianist on the Sea"." Zuo Ziliang said, "There is no music score, improvisation , everyone can join in at any time, and grow naturally with the flow of music, relying only on the melody hidden in the soul. "Zixu said: "Is that so? "
Zuo Ziliang said: "But what is being played now is recorded music, and she is the only one improvising. Because she is the only jazz musician in the whole Xihe. No one improvises with her. So, this is not jazz."
Wang Zixu looked at him: "What do you want to say?"
Zuo Ziliang stretched out his index finger and tapped on his chest: "If you leave, I will be the only one to improvise. There will no longer be Wenwen like jazz in the world. No more. Gone. Permanent. Are you willing?"