Chapter 91 Crime and Punishment 2

Chapter 91 Crime and Punishment 2

After nightfall, the flying dust descended, the cold air rose, and the Stegosaurus fell asleep. In the deserted wilderness, only the base of the Wenwen Club was brightly lit. No one knows how many dreams this building is connecting to from all over the world.

The outer suburbs of Xihe are very quiet. There are only crickets jumping around in the fields courting mates, making annoying noises; in addition to crickets, there are toads lying in the loess, chirping "cuck-cuck-cack"; in addition to toads, there are plastic greenhouses in the strawberry garden, swaying with the summer night wind, and making sounds in the wind; in addition to the plastic greenhouses, there is also Ye Lan, who sits in the living room of the apartment and makes snickering laughter from time to time.

In the apartment, Ye Lan stared at the screen of his mobile phone, eating fruit and giggling. A voice suddenly sounded next to him: "What are you looking at?"

"Ah!"

Ye Lan shivered in fright and almost dropped the yellow peach in his hand to the ground.

"You scared me to death. What, the novel is finished?"

"Only the rough outline has been completed."

Wang Zixu held up the water glass and drank "tons, tons, tons" of water. Ye Lan handed the phone to his face: "I'm looking at this."

Wang Zixu took a closer look and found that Ye Lan’s mobile phone was more boring than he thought, horribly boring - on the screen was the daily sales list of Wenyan App.

“You were just staring at this with joy?”

“That’s because you didn’t understand it. If you look carefully, you can taste it. What’s that idiom called?...”

She raised her head and thought for a long time, and finally popped out a sentence Sentence: "Endless aftertaste!"

"You want to say it's meaningful, right?"

"It's just endless aftertaste."

Wang Zixu took the phone and saw on the screen, the first name on the list stood out:

Sakura-chan.

Looking further down: Guilty Poet, Xiaoba, Lost Believer...

They are all familiar names.

Wang Zixu returned the phone to Ye Lan, looked up and looked upstairs: "What are they doing?"

The doors to the scriptwriters' rooms upstairs were closed, and it was eerily quiet. The lights in the corridor were not turned on, and light leaked from the cracks in the door.

“Don’t you know it by looking at the daily sales list? I’m frantically taking orders to help you pull data!”

While speaking, a full-frequency message floated on the mobile screen:

"Even Yu rewarded [the guilty poet] with a 2333-point global satellite!"

Ye Lan was overjoyed again: "It's so great! Now the poet has come to the first place! Yingjiang District is second... Oops! The believer has surpassed Xiaoba and came to third place!..."

Wang Zixu understood.

She was watching the game behind the clouds.

“What’s so interesting about this?”

“Didn’t you hear any noise? Ding! Click, click, click, click! Click, click, click…”

She stared at the confused Wang Zixu, rubbed her fingers, and made a gesture of counting money:

"It's the sound of the money counter! Money! I don't know how many rewards from the whole site just floated..."

Ye Lan's face was pink, looking bright and moving under the night light.

Sure enough, money is the best beauty technique and the best stimulant. Ye Lan is not cheering for the daily sales list. The flush on her face is not blood, but "a daydream of new cars, caviar and four-star stars."

Wang Zixu sat down next to her: "Do you stare at this every day?"

"No, today is a special situation. Today's daily sales list is particularly crazy. By the way, I will show you something interesting."

She pointed to the bottom of the list, at No. 48. The name on it was familiar to Wang Zixu, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

“Qiu Ze? Who is this, do I know him?”

“Tsk.”

Ye Lan smacked his lips and said, "Have you forgotten? The one who led you to the rhythm last time in the group, and the one who said the script was useless and asked for a refund."

Wang Zixu remembered it and said, oh, it's him.

Ye Lan said with a smile: "This guy couldn't take a few orders before, and he has never been on the daily sales list. Today, it's like opening up the Rendu line and suddenly jumped to the 48th place. If he fires on you in the future, the weight will be different. Mr. Little Prince, do you have any feelings now?"

Wang Zixu said, no feelings. No matter where he jumps to, he is still making money for me.

"You have a good attitude." Ye Lan threw the peach core into the trash can, wiped his hands, and stood up, "You are probably going to win today. Come on, you can start thinking of punishments. This is the moment. ”

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"Good leadership."

At nine-thirty in the evening, in the general manager's office of the "Qingyan" studio, Qiu Ze was reporting work to Zhong Susu.

Zhong Susu is his leader. He is relatively young and has low arrogance. After listening to Qiu Ze's report, he leaned back on the leather chair, rubbed his temples with one finger, closed his eyes and thought deeply for a long time.

"Ozawa, look..."

"Leader, just call me Xiaoqiu. Ozawa sounds like a Japanese name, and I can't bear to hear it."

Zhong Susu is good-hearted: "Xiaoqiu, our ultimate goal is to defeat our competitors, right?"

"Yes. That is inevitable."

"In order to defeat your opponent, I ask you to find out the opponent's single-day revenue."

“Yes.”

“And you plan to use the company’s account to reward your own speech therapist account with 1,000 yuan.”

Qiu Ze explained: "They have a daily sales list. After paying, see where I rank, and you can estimate their approximate daily sales income."

Zhong Susu took a deep breath: "So, in order to defeat our competitors, we must give them money, is that what you mean?"

Wen Ai’s daily sales list is refreshed in real time. What Qiu Ze means is that if you reward one thousand, the daily sales will be one thousand. Depending on where you rank on the daily sales list, combined with the overall scale of speech therapists and other information obtained from the group, you can basically estimate the other party’s revenue.

It sounds like a good method and not complicated, but when summed up, it seems a bit nonsensical. Or you can ask loudly, "Is it true? Is it true?"

Qiu Ze said: "Leader, I can't bear to let my children catch the wolf. Now if I want to know the running revenue, I have to find relationships with the channel dealers, and the most expensive thing in the world is to maintain relationships. You can estimate it for a thousand yuan. How cost-effective is it?"

Zhong Susu stroked her chest: "Your idea is indeed very novel, but what should be written on the expense reimbursement slip? How can you pass this test in your heart?"

Qiu Ze secretly smiled in his heart, thinking that women are troublesome. Emotions always outweigh rationality and cannot be used in business.

"In terms of name, just fill in the research funds. Besides, not all of this thousand will be paid into other people's accounts. Wen Yan only took half of it, and the remaining five hundred will come back? I think it will work if you spend a small amount of money to do big things."

Zhong Susu sat up and said, "Okay, I think that's okay, then I'll make an advance from your next month's salary, and it'll be put into your account, so you don't have to return the money to the public account."

Qiu Ze froze: "Leader, isn't this bad?"

Zhong Susu had already started to call the finance department: "What's wrong? It's only five hundred yuan. If we win the competition and you take the greatest credit, can you get two more months' salary as a year-end bonus?"

Qiu Ze was anxious: "Get it." Director, I actually have a classmate who works for a channel provider, I think..."

Zhong Susu said: "No, as you said, the most expensive thing in the world is to maintain relationships. Besides, isn't the opponent's script output model reformed today? Today is the best opportunity to find out their details. Hey, finance? ..."

Qiu Ze’s heart is bleeding. He denounced in his heart, isn't this like getting paid to work? How could there be such a ridiculous thing in the world? Is it true? Is it true? Is it true? This world is really a huge grassroots team...

After the money arrived, Zhong Susu asked: "How to operate and how to reward?"

Qiu Ze said: "If it is convenient for you, you can download a Wenyan app. Register an account and name me..."

Zhong Susu wrinkled her nose: "Disgusting."

Qiu Ze quickly said: "That's not what I meant by the leader."

Zhong Susu said: "I'm not saying that you are disgusting, I am saying that it is disgusting for me to download the opponent's app."

Qiu Ze smiled: "There is no way, this matter needs at least two accounts to complete. Finish this matter , please delete the app. ”

Zhong Susu said: “Please help me register.”

The two of them registered a new account and successfully entered the speech therapy interface.

Qiu Ze typed in the chat box: "Hello, sister, I am your loyal little wolfdog..."

Just halfway through typing, he received a new message: You received a 1,000-point pink diamond reward!

Qiu Ze raised his head in shock: "Leader, I haven't said a word yet. Isn't this too fake?"

Zhong Susu waved her hand impatiently: "Look at the daily sales list and do the math quickly."

Qiu Ze quickly started to scan the daily sales list, and after searching for a long time, he couldn't find his name.

Zhong Susu looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"It seems, it's not on the list."

"Can this be calculated?"

"...At least we know that the daily income of the top 50 opponents is more than 1,000 yuan."

Zhong Susu rubbed her forehead: "Then I'll give you a thousand yuan as salary in advance."

Qiu Ze bit his lip: "Leader, I think we should just forget it."

"No, we can't just forget it. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of 1,000 yuan? Hey, finance? And then advance Qiu Ze's salary of 1,000 yuan..."

The two of them were doing the same thing. Qiu Ze flipped through the daily sales list until his eyes turned red.

“Leader, bad news, it’s still not on the list.”

Zhong Susu slapped the table: “Is this bad news? This is bad news, bad news, bad news!”

She rubbed her palms, which hurt.

"Let's advance another thousand."

"Leader!"

Qiu Ze's legs went weak and he almost knelt down. He held on to his desk and whined: "I still have to pay next month. It’s the rent!”

Zhong Susu gritted his teeth and said, “Please advance my salary!”

“Okay.”

After giving a reward of three thousand yuan, Qiu Ze was finally on the list. However, I didn't get any good rankings, only 48th.

Even based on the most optimistic calculation (from their perspective), Wenwen Company’s revenue today will definitely not be less than six figures.

Before Qiu Ze could settle the account, he received another message from Huang Da on his mobile phone:

“Dear, we don’t encourage ourselves to brush ourselves. It’s a waste of money! This has no benefit in increasing the number of orders received.”

“I’ll brush you off...”

Qiu Ze’s teeth are almost broken. He felt that he heard a bit of schadenfreude in the other person's words.

The most important thing is that he can’t refute it yet. Not only did he lose next month's salary today, but his innocence was also ruined.

Zhong Susu said: "The daily sales of the 48 people we mentioned are only 300 yuan. They are not of the same level. How can we compare with others!"

Qiu Ze didn't know what to think. Speaking of respect, at this moment, Huang Da sent an all-in-one message to the group of speech therapists:

[Congratulations on breaking through the all-time high on the daily sales list today and setting a record of 200,000 sales in a single day! ]

Qiu Ze silently put his cell phone on the table. Zhong Susu leaned over to take a look, raised her head and said to him:

"Can you contact us? Go to the script engineer on the other side and find a way to recruit him? ”

……

Wang Zixu won.

He and Ye Lan bet on increasing the retention rate from 6% to 12%, but they ended up going a bit too far. The final retention is 16.1%, and the payment rate is also very high.

This resulted in this day becoming the highest single-day turnover in Wenwen’s history.

Of course this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that the water flow every day in the future may exceed this day.

Wang Zixu didn’t just win, he won big. He won twice.

Ye Lan was standing by to settle the accounts for him: Based on this income, he would get more than 800,000 a month at the higher end, and 500,000 at the lower end. Ye Lan would get 500,000, and Wang Zixu would get at least 400,000. You can buy another car with 400,000 yuan. Don’t you, Wang Zixu, have no car? What car do you want to buy? Porsche? Forget it, let’s bite the bullet and get the Xiaomi su7...

When it came to the end, Wang Zixu almost fainted, because he had heard too many words "ten thousand" and he didn't understand the meaning of "ten thousand".

Ye Lan lost, but she was very happy. She ordered a table of late-night snacks for everyone, including barbecue, seafood and beer. She was afraid that everyone would suffer from gout due to too little purine, but everyone still enjoyed the meal.

Wang Zixu won, but he was unhappy and kept sitting with a straight face. He's not happy because the data doesn't match his expectations. In fact, as long as he can get 100,000 yuan in a single month, he will be very satisfied. If he gets 300,000 yuan, he will start to be overwhelmed. If he gets 500,000 yuan, he simply doesn't know what to do with it.

Money beyond what is needed for living is a burden to him and will make him afraid. As Zuo Ziliang said, he is an out-and-out literati.

He suddenly envied Ye Lan. This woman is simple and straightforward. If she wants to like her, she will like her. She makes no secret of her desire for money and never gets internally involved in these things. She laughed wildly in front of everyone, blew three bottles of beer into the bottle, unbuttoned the top button on her chest, took off her coat, showing off her long legs under her beautiful waist and hip curves, and swayed her body to the music with a silly smile from time to time.

Amid the noise, Cheng Xing sat next to Wang Zixu with a glass of wine in his hand, and whispered: "Teacher, I also tried some speech therapy today."

Wang Zixu said: "How is it?"

"I only took one order, so I am not very used to it. But my performance should be pretty good. The other party gave me a five-star rating and wrote a long message."

Cheng Xing spoke solemnly and acted very quietly. Wang Zixu suddenly felt at ease. At least Cheng Xing was also a scholar.

“Very good.”

“I heard that their results today were very good. We discussed it, and everyone felt that it was your credit.”

Wang Zixu did not express his position, only said, oh. Because he is not good at social interaction, he doesn't know how to react when he is praised.

Cheng Xing was in awe. The little prince has always been so cool, so cool in an understatement.

Cheng Xing added: "Although the classes you teach are all about creation, they combine scripts with speech therapy itself. Everyone feels that they have learned more thoroughly than before. I couldn't use the script before, but now I can not only use it, but also write it, and sometimes I can improvise on the spot, just like opening the skylight, so today's performance is so good."

Wang Zixu nodded, leaned on the sofa and took a sip of wine.

It’s good to open the skylight.

“Teacher, I would like to ask, how do you do it, how can you depict such real characters in your creation? I feel that although there are no characters in the script, there are characters everywhere, very real and immersive down-to-earth characters.”

Looking at Cheng Xing’s shining eyes, Wang Zixu thought for a moment and said, “Maupassant once shared a writing technique, which is to observe pedestrians.”

“Observe pedestrians? ”

“Yes, he said, you can find a time period when there are many people, sit down at the busiest street corner, observe the passers-by, try to describe their appearance in your notebook, and imagine them. "Write biographies for them."

Cheng Xing was fascinated by it: "This is a good idea."

Wang Zixu said: " I have done this before. But for a long time, I couldn't imagine people's past experiences. Their appearance is their appearance, their clothes are their clothes, and their stories are not written on their faces. How can I imagine it? ”

"Yes." Cheng Xing said.

"Until one day, I saw a middle-aged woman. It was raining that day, very heavy. I stood at the door of the bank to hide from the rain. A middle-aged woman riding a shabby electric bicycle parked her car under the high steps of the bank and ran over to take shelter from the rain.

"She was wearing a dull light pink woolen jacket, a set of black pants on her lower body, and a pair of flat heels. I was very impressed by that pair of shoes.

“It was actually a pair of well-made shoes, with light green lacquer, pearl flowers on the front, and gold foil on the heel. But it was worn. The green lacquer became like dog shit, the pearls were gone, black and white, and there was mud on the heel.”

Wang Zixu turned to look at Cheng Xing: "On the whole, that woman looks very downcast, very poor, and very miserable. She is quite downcast, as downtrodden as her shoes. But I know that those shoes were once beautiful. So was she herself.

"That's it. At that time, I saw something more - I saw her carefully selecting her shoes in front of the shoe cabinet, discussing with the store clerk whether she could try them on her feet, then buying it with a smile on her face, running out of the shoe store, putting on the shoes at home, showing them to her husband and children, and having so much fun... Those shoes were once very happy. "

Cheng Xing sighed.

Wang Zixu said: "That's when I started to see the stories behind people. But there are always some very sad stories. ”

Cheng Xing picked up the wine glass and said: "Teacher, 'A person with an open mind and deep feelings will inevitably have pain and troubles. I think a truly great person will definitely feel great sadness in the world.' I feel this is talking about you, teacher."

The prince rubbed his temples and said, "Is this from "Crime and Punishment"?"

“I don’t remember, but it should have been said by Dostoyevsky.”

Wang Zixu said: “He said it well.”

He raised his wine glass, and the wall of the glass above the beer foam distorted the light, reflecting Ye Lan’s figure. She exposed her shoulders, smiled dripping with sweat, and her hair was stained by sweat on her cheeks.

If great people are destined to be sad, does that mean that "greatness" itself is a sin? Probably yes. According to Wang Xiaobo, he committed the crime of "pretending".

He raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

“…”

Two hours later, looking at Ye Lan lying on the sofa, Wang Zixu sighed.

This woman drank 6 bottles of beer in one breath and finally got herself drunk. At this time, she was lying on the sofa, wearing only a black suspender belt and a hip-covering skirt, and her long legs wrapped in stockings were resting on the sofa without any defense.

Everyone else tacitly walked away, leaving him alone to deal with this intractable mess.

Just as he was thinking about how to transport Ye Lan to her own room safely and without smelling the smell, Jean-Paul Sartre suddenly appeared behind him again and said quietly in his ear: "If you do that, she won't wake up tomorrow. There will be opinions."

"Shut up, you lewd and despicable old gangster"

"Sart raised his hands: "I. I'm not encouraging you to do anything, I'm just stating a fact, and this fact is - she won't have any objections. "

"I'm also stating a fact, you are an old gangster. Fuwa is blind to you. ”

“It’s none of Beauvoir’s business.” ……

"How many words have you written in "Beauvoir's Dedication"?"

Listening to the voice on the phone, Ning Chunyan was sweating profusely.

"Teacher, how did you know this name?"

Li Tingfang's voice sounded angry and funny: "I won't tell you who told me, but Xiaochun, Qingluo returned to Xihe, why didn't you tell me?"

Ning Chunyan turned her head and glanced at Chen Qingluo, who was busy writing beside her bed - she took off her clothes again, this time even her bra was untied and hung on her arm, which made her look like a clothes rack - she said to Li Tingfang:

"Teacher, my dad told you, right?"

"Don't pry. Let's settle the debt you hid from the teacher first."

Ning Chunyan secretly complained in her heart.

(End of this chapter)