Chapter 84 The Siege of Baideng (Thanks to the leader, Mr. Yun Qing)
Ye Lan’s eyes were watery and she bit her lip to peek at his expression, almost writing “fight, fight” on her face.
She doesn’t think it’s “interesting”, she just wants to have fun.
Wang Zixu didn’t want to give her any fun, so he just said flatly: “Okay, I understand. And I don’t think it’s very interesting.”
Ye Lan With a disappointed look on his face: "Do you really have no temper at all?"
"You didn't see me when I lost my temper. Besides, even if I lose my temper, I won't lose my temper with anyone." Wang Zixu said.
"Humph." Ye Lan made a voice that sounded a bit arrogant, "You are a shareholder now. Do you have any opinions on how to deal with this speech therapist? Do you want to block his account?"
Wang Zixu said: "Why block him? With this kind of understanding, you will eliminate yourself."
"It seems that you are quite capable. Confidence. "
"Our first batch of scripts have been released, and the results should be seen today." "How much do you estimate it can be improved?" "The retention rate was 6% before?"
Ye Lan opened his mouth: "Are you really so confident? You can achieve 10% retention in one day, you are better than those top operators."
Wang Zixu said: "Actually, I think it can reach 15%."
Outside the door, the would-be scripters came back one after another, all dripping with sweat, and complaining outside the door.
The corner of Ye Lan's mouth raised, as if she was holding back some bad idea. She said, "Okay, what if it doesn't reach 15% today?"
"Then just pretend I didn't say it."
Seeing that the prince couldn't catch the trick, Ye Lan shouted: "Hey, it's boring, it's boring."
Wang Zixu stood up and opened the door with the scripters.
The timing of Qiu Ze’s appearance is very clever. As soon as the Wenwen Club was established, he jumped out to advocate the theory that scripts are useless. It was as if Xiahou Dun had just invited Zhuge Liang to visit the thatched cottage, and Xiahou Dun came over to burn Bowang as a demonstration.
Wang Zixu knew that people like Qiu Ze were definitely not alone. The team of speech therapists is so large, and Zuo Ziliang has recently expanded recruitment and added a large number of new ones. The quality is mixed, and certainly not everyone is convinced by his "little prince."
In fact, his current situation is quite dangerous, a bit like the Han Dynasty after the Siege of Baideng. He urgently needed a victory at Huo Qubing's level against the Huns to completely establish his position. If we lose the battle to found the country, people's hearts will be broken up, and it will be difficult to speak in the team in the future.
He turned around and said to Ye Lan: "If I lose, I will treat you to a late-night snack."
Ye Lan was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, I'm going to the seafood city to eat Bolong."
Wang Zixu said: "It's a pity that I can't lose."
Ye Lan felt like he couldn't hold back his lips: "Really?"
Wang Zixu said: "What if you lose? You can't be talented if you lose?"
Ye Lan insisted: "Okay."
Wang Zixu began to be confused.
He felt that Ye Lan agreed a little too readily. He wondered if Ye Lan had any information that he hadn't told him yet.
He probed: "If you lose, will you dance at the annual meeting?"
"Okay, okay." Ye Lan agreed.
“Is there something you haven’t said?” Wang Zixu said.
His worries came true, and Ye Lan burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you just realized that? To tell you the truth, our app had another hit yesterday, with an unprecedented single-day download volume of more than 100,000. If you can achieve 15% retention, That's equivalent to getting us 15,000 new ones in one day. It doesn't matter if I dance, it doesn't matter if I wear a maid outfit and a pair of fishnet stockings to dance! The key is that you can't do it, hahaha..."
Wang Zixu froze on the spot. The trap turns out to be waiting here.
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The security door opened, revealing a beautiful face. Ning Chunyan stood at the door with a box of bird's nests in both hands, and said in a sweet voice: "Hello, Master!"
"Xiaochun is here? Come on in, why are you carrying things when you are here to play? Really this kid..."
The old man greeted Ning Chunyan to enter the house. Ning Chunyan went in obediently and changed his slippers, then walked to the back room with his hands behind his back.
There are blue and black rocks and fans on the shelf next to the porch. On one side of the foyer is a large Qianlong yellow vase, with an Eight Immortals table arched in the middle, and Taishi chairs on both sides; on the wall hangs a picture of Yao Xueji's calligraphy, which can't be seen clearly with cursive writing; on top of the cupboard is a white jade Guanyin Bodhisattva, which obviously has been opened according to the specifications.
The old man was playing with two Wenwan walnuts in his hands and led Ning Chunyan through the door. He happened to see Lin Feng and Li Tingfang. Li Tingfang was lying on a lounge chair basking in the sun, while Lin Feng was behind her and rubbing her shoulders.
Seeing Ning Chunyan, Lin Feng said happily: "Ning, talented girl, have you come to see Teacher Li?"
Ning Chunyan nodded, a little surprised by this unexpected encounter, but it was not surprising at first thought. Today is Saturday.
As the president of the Literary Association, Li Tingfang’s home can be said to be a landmark building in the literary world of Xihe City. The old lady is warm and hospitable. Every weekend, the place is as lively as a cultural salon. It is normal to see anyone here. It can be said that Li Tingfang's home is the Xihe version of Flaubert's dormitory and Lin Huiyin's living room. It is true that there are scholars who talk and laugh, and there are no idlers. Lin Feng was the only one here today, so he came early for the Ning Chun Banquet.
"Xiaochun is here." The old lady smiled, her silver hair shining in the sun, "Do you want to be the president of the Xihe Literary Association?"
Ningchun Banquet suddenly burst into tears. No: "Teacher, you told me this when I first came here. I wasn't even mentally prepared! Is it okay to talk about such a serious topic like this?"
Li Tingfang didn't mind either and smiled. She had such a temperament. When she was young, she was straightforward and wrote many commentaries on Water Margin. Lu Zhishen was her favorite character. This reflects her character.
Lin Feng said: "I was discussing this issue with my teacher just now. The teacher was also a little worried. Just when he was talking about it, it would be great if Ning Cainu was willing to take over the Xihe Literary Association, but it turned out that Cao Cao was here."
Ning Chunyan looked curious: "What's going on?"
Li Tingfang said: "Isn't this the kind of thing that happens in the literati world? Shen Qingfeng has been doing a lot of things lately. Big."
Ning Chunyan sat down on the sofa: "I really don't understand, why is he so aggressive? He is so busy and has no time to deal with the association's affairs. Why? Why do we have to compete for this president? "
Li Tingfang said: "His books are best-sellers, but he has always been difficult to get into the office. If he is given the position of president, it is equivalent to having an official endorsement from the literary world. Maybe he thinks it will make his title more valuable."
Ning Chunyan shook her head, she thought this behavior was boring.
Li Tingfang whispered again: "I also heard some rumors, I don't know if it is true - Shen Qingfeng has recently been moving towards variety shows and entertainment, and needs to be promoted. He is not only seeking this position, but also plans to Publish a new book."
Ning Chunyan said: "That's it."
Lin Feng sighed: "I still blame the number of articles I published. The amount is too small, it has no reputation, it cannot suppress him, and it cannot convince the public."
Li Tingfang shook his head: "I don't blame you for writing reportage. Yes, you are at a disadvantage in terms of fame, but your work is of great social significance. Even if it is Xiaochunlai, he will definitely try his best to defeat his opponent."
Lin Feng doesn’t think it’s right. He knew that Shen Qingfeng was interested in pursuing Ning Chunyan. If Ning Chunyan is allowed to be the president, with Shen Qingfeng's style, he might even go along with the situation and make a favor, and fall in love with Ning Chunyan by the way. He will not lose face but gain honour, killing two birds with one stone.
Li Tingfang sighed: "The best candidate in my heart is actually Chen Qingluo. It's a pity that the child doesn't like the palm-sized place of Xihe. Her stage is also further away. Let her Taking over my position would tie her down."
She looked down at Ning Chunyan: "Xiaochun, aren't you willing to take over this hot potato?"
Ning Chunyan shook his head, and Li Tingfang raised his head and said, "By the way, Lin Feng mentioned that Wang Zixu to me before. It is said that he is also a good young talent. I heard that you are helping him revise his novel?"
(End of this chapter)