Cheng Xing typed on the computer:
"Everything else is easy to say. I would like to see the Little Prince's work published in a more serious magazine like "Literary Circle", which is more conducive to the spread of the work. The only problem is the issue of royalties. You know, I can't contact the Little Prince himself. . ”
After a while, Tian Zhenlei replied:
“Is there really no way? It would be a shame if it couldn’t be published due to issues like manuscript fees.”
Cheng Xing bit his lip for a while. The editor-in-chief of "Literary Circle" personally invited manuscripts. If it were left to him, he would be able to boast about it for ten years. But the person asked for the manuscript was the little prince, so you can't be emotional and stay rational.
"I have never asked for rewards, but there are still many readers who do. Now I have earned 20,000 yuan. After splitting it in half with the platform, I still have 10,000 yuan," Cheng Xing entered, "I created a special bank account and kept all the money in the account. When I find the little prince, I will return it to him."
“Yes!”
Over there, Tian Zhenlei was very excited and said: “We will also create an account here, post an article, and put a royalties into it. To be honest, the royalties are not much. I mainly think that someone needs to do this.”
Cheng Xing burst into tears in an instant: "When I saw the manuscript of The Little Prince, I also had this sense of mission and felt that I had to do this. To be honest, at first I looked like a clown in the eyes of many people. Thank you for your understanding and resonance, which made me feel that I am not alone."
Tian Zhenlei said: "That's right. Good things are good things. Pioneers should stand at the forefront of aesthetics and say NO to the poor. If I don't approve of Little Prince, should I give up the market to some writers?"
Cheng Xing did not dare to answer. He felt that Tian Zhenlei's stick could knock over a whole boat of people. Tian Zhenlei added: "I also plan to publish a missing person notice in the magazine. No, search for the author. Anyone who has clues about the little prince can report it to us."
Cheng Xing said: "Is this good? Are you the "Literary Circle"?"
Tian Zhenlei said: "What's wrong? Don't you think this thing itself is an absurd metaphor? It looks elegant but is actually vulgar in the palace, and looks low. The vulgar is actually dormant in the world. It’s time to thunder, it’s time to be alarmed! "Literary Circle" is a piece of shit! Try to get him on "Yangtze River" in the future!" Cheng Xing was stunned. Only its editor is qualified to say this. He didn't even dare to agree.
…
“"Xihe Literature and Art" is nothing!”
After Wang Zixu finished speaking, he suddenly felt comfortable all over his body, from his hair to every pore.
This is more than just a way to vent. When he said these words, he finally broke the heavy shackles he had been carrying on his shoulders and found the essence of work.
"You need to unite your colleagues, you know?" The night before his first day at work, his father patted his shoulder and taught him, "Don't imitate me. I'm a bastard and a bastard. It's uncivilized. A bastard."
He has indeed been pursuing this policy. As a result, he found that he wanted to unite others, but others did not unite him.
I once had a colleague who was gambling on sports and asked him to borrow 2,000 yuan to fill the hole. He never paid it back and was later transferred from the company. The day after he left, he blocked Wang Zixu on WeChat, which made him depressed for a long time.
Gouju took office immediately, and he also handled things before and after. Just because Gou Bureau wanted to reimburse a small sum of money in violation of regulations, he refused to sign the person in charge. From then on, he was treated coldly by Gou Bureau, and all his previous contributions were in vain.
Not to mention that before the last inspection, the leader arranged for him and Guo Ranran to form a team. They said that they would let the old lead the new ones, but in fact they did not clarify the superiors and subordinates. Guo Ranran purely regarded him as a helper and delegated a lot of work in his department to him.
In the entire unit, there is no one as honest as Wang Zixu who will help other departments without any complaints. Not to mention that people who don’t want to make progress would rather not even do their own thing.
Guo Ranran entered the hospital as soon as he left school. He probably didn’t understand the ways of the workplace, and he didn’t rely on his status as a senior to teach. He just hoped to use his own example to make Guo Ranran understand that he should do something selfless within his ability and not live a life of being a fussy person.
Unexpectedly, after Guo Ranran accepted his love as a matter of course, she stabbed him in the back.
If it weren’t for this knife, he wouldn’t be in such severe pain. I have endured it for so many years, so why not endure it a little longer this time? But this stab woke him up, and he realized a truth:
If unity is sought through struggle, unity will survive; if unity is sought through concession, unity will perish.
In layman’s terms, this world is a world that is in need of guidance, and there are many people who are in need of guidance in a world that is in need of guidance. They don't understand high-level language, nobility, dedication, etc. If you work with them according to that kind of logic, they will only try their best to fuck you. You can only fuck them up before they understand: Oh, so this can't be fucked.
A gentleman is likened to righteousness, and a villain is likened to benefit. Confucius taught without distinction, and even he did not treat everyone equally. Wang Zixu once wanted to treat everyone equally, but now he found that some people were simply not worthy.
So, he now said this calmly:
""Xihe Literature and Art" is nothing."
It is better to disgust others than to disgust yourself. This is the ultimate life hack.
"Brother Wang." Diao Yiwen stood up with an apology on her face, "You misunderstood, we were not talking about you just now."
Song Yinglian said: " Yes, we were just chatting, and we accidentally talked about you. We also said that Brother Wang turned the tide that day and was praised for his actions."
The three of them immediately agreed and looked at each other with sincerity in their eyes. But there are still some elements of acting that leak out inadvertently.
“Are you sure I am praised by others and not said bad things behind my back?”
After Wang Zixu finished speaking, everyone was silent for a while.
He couldn't help but sneer, walked in, and sat down next to Diao Yiwen with the big horse sword.
The little girl quickly moved her buttocks to make way for her seat, but did not dare to stand up and looked at him cautiously.
There is only so much room for sitting on a wooden sofa. When Song Yinglian saw him almost touching Diao Yiwen, his eyes were filled with tears, but he dared not speak out in anger.
Wang Zixu said kindly: "Didn't you say that I don't communicate with you much? I think so. It's because I communicate less, so I'm here to talk to you and have a casual chat."
Diao Yiwen smiled awkwardly, and Guo Ranran raised his head and said, "But, Brother Wang, we can't let go of you sitting here, so please consider our feelings!"
Wang Zixu was still smiling kindly: "Hey Hey, did you consider my feelings just now when you were arranging me behind my back? You can say bad things about me behind my back, but I don’t think you can let me go if you blame me in person!”
After Wang Zixu finished speaking, everyone in the room was sweating.
Diao Yiwen said softly: "Brother Wang, it's our fault. They were a little bit careless just now and were a little disrespectful to you. I apologize to you. If you have any opinions, please criticize and correct them. We have just joined the work and have no social experience. We need more guidance and advice from seniors like you."
Wang Zixu raised his eyebrows and said: "This is quite true. I wish I were as eloquent and flexible as you. But don't talk about it when I first joined the job. When I first joined the job, I didn't Dare to speak ill of colleagues behind their backs. This is the basic principle of life. I am still a single parent. I didn’t teach you, didn’t your mother teach you?”