Ning Chunyan stretched out a snow-white finger, like a ballet dancer's toe, lightly touched the hands-free key, and then returned to the keyboard according to the inherent rhythm, trying to maintain her original input rhythm.
A soft voice came from the phone:
"Xiaochun, are you really planning to start a magazine?"
The reason why it is said to be "soft" is because the owner of this voice does not want to deliberately pursue softness. She even had a disciplinary tone, but the effect was very soft and soft. It's like taking a sunset photo with the sharpest shadows at the lowest level. As a result, the black and white photos have a soft light and are not cold at all.
Ning Chunyan was nonchalant and said while typing on the keyboard: "Yeah, what's wrong?"
The female voice was a little anxious: "You don't know what the current trend of the newspaper media is? You still have to bite the bullet, your little money is not enough for you to waste for three months."
Ning Chunyan smiled evilly: "That's because you don't know who my editor-in-chief is."
"Who is your editor-in-chief?"
"The first talented woman in the 21st century, the first prize of the 24th Sprout Award, the winner of the 35th Emerging Writer Award, the queen of the poetic world, the master of the rainy world..."
"That's enough, that's enough," the female voice sounded impatient and coquettish, "You want me to be the editor-in-chief of your magazine? Stop it, you know I don't like taking risks. Let me ask you first, how are your preparations going?"
Ning Chunyan pursed her lips and chuckled.
Shen Qingfeng is not the only one in the world who has so many titles. So does her best friend.
The difference is that most of Shen Qingfeng’s titles were packaged for him by the marketing team, while the title of this best friend was forcibly assigned to her by the media.
She herself doesn’t care about these false reputations at all. Her writing style is eccentric and unrestrained, but her character is calm and cautious, money comes first, and she is careful every step of the way. She does not have the style of a talented woman touted on TV.
In a sense, she is very similar to a "mature married man" she has met. Perhaps it can be said that they are the same type of people.
Ning Chunyan was not satisfied with those titles, especially the title "talented woman". You are also a talented woman, and I am also a talented woman, but it seems like a talented woman is ruined in the street.
If she were allowed to take action, she would crown this best friend with such titles: genius, money addict, monster-level vest, and she would want to pinch her face hard after seeing it.
Ning Chunyan replied to her: "My current situation is basically that I have everything ready and I only owe you."
"I don't believe it. Where is your office?"
"Let's go to the East China Sea. I saw a good location." Ning Chunyan stretched out and held her soft waist, "I plan to encourage my dad to sell the apartment in Sanya and buy one in the East China Sea. If I lose money, I won't say no. The investment in real estate can still be recovered."
The female voice over there laughed angrily: "You haven't even started yet, so you are thinking about losing money, right?"
“I didn’t learn it from you.”
The other end of the phone said seriously: “Tell me Xiaochun, who inspired you to start a magazine? "
Ning Chunyan did not answer her question, but asked: "I asked you to read "The Little Prince's Love Letter", have you seen it? "
"I usually don't watch hot stuff right away. I let it settle for a while."
"I knew it." Ning Chunyan said, "If you haven't seen it, you don't understand."
"There is no common language, right?" There was a hint of sarcasm there. He said meaningfully, "Fortunately, best friends, after all, there is a gap because of men."
The two played for a while, and Ning Chunyan suddenly thought of something and asked: "By the way, Qingluo, let me ask you a question."
"Ask."
"If you admire and admire an idol very much, and one day you suddenly find out that he may be a married man, but you are not sure, what will you do?"
"Oh, if you are asked to chase stars, your house will be ruined, right?" There was a disdainful smile from the other side. The voice of schadenfreude, "Who are you talking about?"
… Wang Zixu felt a chill on his back and turned back stiffly.
A familiar face appeared in front of me. Xie Cong, he remembered this name. This is his high school classmate. We didn't have a close friendship with him back then, but still being able to call him by name after so many years shows that the two of them have a close bond.
Wang Zixu hasn’t met an old friend in many years. He doesn't like walking around in the streets, and he never socializes around. In addition, most of his old friends are far away, so he has no chance to meet them. This was the first time in many years that he met his high school classmates.
There was a time when he really wanted to meet his old friends again, but as he got worse and worse, he became more and more closed-minded. He was worried about hearing news about his former classmates, especially about that person, and he didn't want them to know about his situation.
This little self-pity is the last bit of dignity he has left for himself, not to mention that he didn’t wash his hair today.
However, fate always plays tricks on people when they haven’t washed their hair. It was at this moment that he unexpectedly collided with his past.
“It’s really Wang Zixu,” Xie Cong looked him up and down, “He’s fat.”
“Zizixu said bravely: “Long time no see.”
< br>Xie Cong and his party were several people, both men and women. Someone in the crowd shouted: "Isn't this Lin Feng?"
Lin Feng looked over and found that he was from the Cultural Association.
At this scene, the two of them had to stand up and meet each other. Wang Zixu still underestimated the density of acquaintance networks in small places. In Xihe, on average, one of every three people you meet may be an acquaintance of yours.
Xie Cong came back to attend the wedding of his classmates. He is now engaged in the advertising industry in Donghai and has some resources. With the help of acquaintances, he has set up a game and comes out to eat and chat.
Both Wang Zixu and Lin Feng were claimed by a new table, and the other party kindly invited them. Now they felt embarrassed not to share a table. The other party asked Lin Feng and Wang Zixu to sit at the top, with Xie Cong next to Wang Zixu.
After sitting down, the other person’s first words made his scalp numb:
"I just heard some time ago that there was a man named Wang Zixu in Xihe who was doing some literary solitaire with Mr. Lin Fenglin. As a result, he drank down a whole table of people. Could it be you, ah, old classmate?"
Faced with Xie Cong's gaze, Wang Zixu could only nodded. Xie Cong was so excited that he patted him on the shoulder: "So how are you now? Have you become President Lin's confidant?"
Lin Feng quickly waved his hand: "What confidant? This is my brother, brother Zixu."
< br>“Oh.” Xie Cong responded calmly, “A few years ago, I heard that Lao Wang became a career editor. It was widely spread among our classmates, but I didn’t ask much. Is he still a career editor now?”
Wang Zixu's heart thumped: "When did it become so widespread? Why didn't I see it?"
Wang Zixu lowered his head to drink tea: "I am still the business editor now."
Xie Cong said: "Then are you still in contact with Chen Qingluo?"
Hearing the name "Chen Qingluo", Wang Zixu's head exploded and "buzzed".