Chapter 103 Qin Xianglian (Thanks to the leader Huiyu Linxi)

Chapter 103 Qin Xianglian (Thanks to the leader Huiyu Linxi)

"Zhang Qian" is a very versatile name. Stand on the streets of Xihe and shout "Zhang Qian" loudly, and at least three people will turn to look at you.

In most people’s lives, there will be one or two “Zhang Qian” more or less. As for Wang Zixu's Zhang Qian, her interaction with him was quite sensational. It was so sensational that even Ning Chunyan had heard this story.

Their story begins with 1 rose and ends with 999 roses. Zhang Qian constitutes the fragrance of flowers, the rich second generation constitutes the bouquet of flowers, and Wang Zixu is the rose thorn that has been shaved off.

Zhang Qian in the story is not as missing as the prince and princess in the fairy tale. She is in the Propaganda Department and holds an important position. She is still living openly in the same city as Wang Zixu.

And yesterday, Wang Zixu’s manuscript passed her hands, and at the same time, it was strange that she was not shortlisted. Ning Chunyan had every reason to believe that there was a high probability that this woman was causing trouble.

It would be too disgusting if Zhang Qian had to turn around and trample on her ex again and again, so that he would never be able to get over again. It would be a modern Chen Shimei.

Wang Zixu’s manuscript is fully qualified to enter the third round. If it is rejected because of personal feelings, it will definitely not be convincing. Whether it's private or public, Ning Chunyan has to take care of this matter.

She fully expected that this name would wake up Wang Zixu like a wake-up call, but Wang Zixu did not show a surprised expression as she thought. He did not even have much emotional fluctuations, as if he just heard the name of an old friend who had not appeared for a long time.

Finally, he opened his drunken eyes and asked, "Where did you know the name Zhang Qian?" The prince's arm said: "Come out with me and we'll talk in the car."

The prince drank a pound of white wine mixed with beer. His steps were sloppy and his limbs were limp. His spirit was wrapped in a vivid trance. Ning Chunyan dragged him away.

Cheng Xing and Yingjiang lay down by the door, watching helplessly as Ning Chunyan stuffed Wang Zixu into the Porsche.

Sakurajiang sighed in a low voice: "At least when it comes to cars, Mr. Ye has lost a bit."

"Huh?" Cheng Xing turned to look at him. He doesn't understand the wiring of his brain.

The poet huddled in the corner and whispered: "But Mr. Ye is already far ahead."

"Huh?"

There was a sweet citrus smell in Ning Chunyan's car. Wang Zixu was stuffed into the back seat of the car, while Ning Chunyan squeezed next to him and whispered:

"Although I have not participated in the primary election, I know the situation of the primary election. Your manuscripts are divided into three levels. The first level is beautiful in writing and has a complete structure. The second level has an incomplete structure but the words are in order. The third level has many typos and sentences and the text lacks beauty.

"Did you hear that? In fact, the preliminary selection does not examine the ideological nature and profound connotation of the works, but simply divides them into points. The third batch will be eliminated directly. There are probably more than 100 articles in the remaining two batches. The better ones will be selected from the second batch and finally formed into a scale of 100 articles. ”

Wang Zixu’s head was filled with confusion: “In other words, my works can’t even be written in order. ”

Ning Chunyan punched him in the shoulder: "You are stupid! Anyone who reads your article will definitely be in the first place. It is impossible to eliminate you no matter what!"

Wang Zixu sobered up a little and said, "So, you think Zhang Qian was the one who got in the way? But she has no reason to do this?"

Ning Chunyan said: " I advise you not to fall in love, and don’t feel guilty because someone has done something wrong to you. Some people are very vicious. The more they feel sorry for you, the more they will suppress you, so that you will never get ahead, for fear that you will retaliate against them after you become famous..." Wang Zixu smiled bitterly and interrupted her: "Do you have any misunderstandings? How has Zhang Qian done anything sorry for me? "

“Huh?” Ning Chunyan’s mind didn’t turn around for a moment.

Wang Zixu patted his face to wake himself up a little, sat up straight and said, "Zhang Qian and I were introduced by friends of my parents. We only dated for less than a year. Later, we found that our personalities were not compatible, so we broke up peacefully."

Ning Chunyan raised his eyebrows: "But the flower shop owner said that you gave her a rose every day for more than a year..."

The prince smiled and shook his head and said, "Rather than sending flowers to her, I would rather give them to my dad."

"Your dad?"

"My dad is chauvinistic at best, and very domineering at worst. He has always felt that work within the system is considered work, so he issued a military order to me to take down Zhang Qian."

"This..." Ning Chunyan found this difficult to comment on.

The prince smiled falsely and said: "If he knew that I had an affair with Zhang Qian and married a female employee of a flower shop, he would come directly to my work the next day and overturn my table. Pull out my tendons and make a whip for me to whip into a top."

Ning Chunyan felt that his world view had been overturned, and said blankly: "Then you now..."

"So when I got married, it was a secret marriage. I didn't dare to tell him at all. He still thinks that I am still in love with Zhang Qian."

Ning Chunyan beat herself up. head: "No...no, no."

"What's wrong?"

Ning Chunyan raised his head: "You called me a fool. It’s messed up. No matter what the relationship between you and Zhang Qian is, she must give an explanation for this matter. You call Zhang Qian and make an appointment to meet.”

Wang Zixu showed a hesitant expression. : "But if my wife knew that I met my ex-girlfriend, I'm afraid she would be unhappy..."

"Then just don't let her know?"

The two stared at each other's eyes for a long time. Wang Zixu finally gave up and took out his mobile phone: "Okay, I'll call her. You will know if what I said is true or false."

Ning Chunyan crossed his arms and listened with bated breath as Wang Zixu called Zhang Qian.

The call was connected, and a gentle and hazy voice came from the mobile phone:

"Hello? Wang Zixu, you actually call me, it's rare."

Ning Chunyan frowned.

The voice was natural and calm, not like an ex who had broken up at all, but like an ordinary friend.

She began to believe that they really broke up peacefully.

The prince hesitated for a while. He had drunk too much just now, and he found it a bit difficult to talk about it after the phone call ended. Talking to Zhang Qian about the manuscript was a bit suspicious of going through the back door. Maybe it was nothing to Ning Chunyan, but he himself particularly looked down on this kind of behavior. It’s also easy to look embarrassed in front of your ex-girlfriend.

“What’s wrong? Talk.”

Ning Chunyan stared at him firmly. Wang Zixu knew that if he hung up the phone now, he would be embarrassed in front of Ning Cainv. In short, he would be embarrassed in front of a woman today, and in the end he chose the story that had already been turned over.

"Zhang Qian, long time no see. Actually, I hesitated for a long time before calling. I didn't know whether I should say this. Since I called, I asked straight to the point. This time, my manuscript was not shortlisted for the Xihe Literary Society. Do you know what the reason is? Because you were not shortlisted?”

Zhang Qian’s voice became hollow: “Ah? Are you still writing after all these years?”

Wang Zixu found this question difficult to answer. He didn't know how to describe the price he had paid for those 50 opportunities.

Fortunately, all this will pass.

“Well, I’m still writing.”

"You have submitted your manuscript to the essay competition, right?"

"Yes."

"Oh, you are always writing. You have been writing when you are with me, and you can't even persuade me. Wait a minute, I will check it for you!"

"Okay."

Wang Zixu held the phone without hanging up. There was a vague voice on the other end of the phone. After a few minutes, Zhang Qian spoke again:

"Your manuscript was reviewed by the graduate students we organized. They said that your manuscript was in the second category and was rejected. I'm sorry!"

Wang Zixu was as deflated as a rubber ball, losing confidence and becoming relaxed. Ning Chunyan frowned.

Ning Chunyan felt that Zhang Qian's voice was not as solid as before, and there was a hint of pretense in it. If asked how she judged, she could only answer that it was a woman's intuition.

She mouthed to Wang Zixu: "She is lying."

Wang Zixu couldn't read lips. He could only understand that his manuscript had failed, and he repeated to the phone with a slightly trembling voice: " That is to say, I simply didn’t write it well and was screened out..."

"Yeah, what else? Do you think I was screened? Haha, I talked to you, but I won’t keep thinking about it until now."

Wang Zixu smiled palely: "I didn't mean that. Really, I'm just curious. It's because of me. In fact, my recent writing has been pretty good and I have achieved some success. If I didn't get a ranking in the end, it would be normal, but if I didn't get shortlisted..."

He said it a little bit bravely, feeling like he was maintaining his remaining dignity in front of his ex-girlfriend. In fact, for a moment, he wanted to talk about the things he had done as a little prince, but in the end he still couldn't. He is actually qualified to prove himself, but he cannot speak.

Zhang Qian seemed to have lost patience with his self-expression, interrupted him and asked:

"Wang Zixu, do you think it is more embarrassing to be shortlisted but not ranked, or not to be shortlisted in the first place?"

Wang Zixu was startled and said: "It doesn't matter whether I am embarrassed or not. In fact, I really don't care about my ranking. I just want to know where I am falling short..."

He sighed on the phone. Zhang Qian laughed twice, maybe a wry smile or a mocking smile. It was difficult to judge her emotions through a phone line because her voice was generally gentle.

"Zizixu, do you know that right now, there are more than 50 people crowded outside the government building, waiting to ask for explanations. Do you know why they are here?"

After a pause, Zhang Qian revealed the answer: "Like you, they all come here to ask why their manuscripts were not shortlisted. Every time they solicit essays, they always come here like this. Those who don't know think it's a group interview."

The prince was silent.

Zhang Qian said: "There are too many people who think they have little talent. They think they can shine if they have a little talent. In fact, it is a collective illusion. You are talented, but others are more talented. The only difference is that you have no self-awareness."

Wang Zixu slowly lowered his hand, and an ugly smile appeared on his face. , it took a long time before he said: "I actually don't think I have any talent, I just want to ask you, I am just kind and curious..."

"Let's put it this way, Wang Zixu," Zhang Qian said on the other end of the phone, "You are no different from those people. If you don't focus on your little talent, but do something down-to-earth, you will be much more successful than you are now."

Wang Zixu said: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."

As he was about to hang up, Ning Chunyan snatched the phone away and said to the phone:

"Zhang Qian, I have read Wang Zixu's novel, but you have not. Whether he has talent or not is not up to you."

Zhang Qian wondered: "Who are you?"

"I am Ning Chunyan."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time before Zhang Qian said: "Zizixu, you are so awesome that you even invited Ning, a talented woman?"

Ning Chunyan said to the mobile phone: "I was not invited by him. I have read Wang Zixu's manuscript. His manuscript should never be rejected just as it was shortlisted. I need you to give me a reason."

Zhang Qian was silent for a long time again. Time passed by, for a long time. Finally, she said:

"After get off work, we will chat face to face at the Antler Coffee Shop on Daxing Street."

(End of this chapter)