Chapter 121 gone with the wind

Chapter 121 gone with the wind

“Zizixu!” Mei Rucheng yelled loudly, and then lowered his voice, “The big boss has other arrangements and time is very tight. If you have anything, you can report it through the proper channels.”

The prince took a step forward: "This matter cannot be reported through normal channels."

"If it cannot be reported through normal channels, then just hold it in!" Mei Rucheng raised his voice.

Mei Rucheng stared at him sharply, his broad and fat face looked like a hairy eagle, and the warning in his eyes was very strong:

You kid, don’t think that just because you won the first prize and showed off your talent, you are qualified to impose conditions. Your prize is still in your hands!

Wang Zixu knew that he was not trying to show official power to him.

In this world, those who applaud you are not necessarily your friends, and those who scold you are not necessarily your enemies.

This seemed like a scolding, but in fact, he was treated as one of his own. How bad of an impression will this leave on the leader if he rushes to counterattack just after winning the award?

What kind of problem is he reporting? If we strive to minimize the impact, Zhang Qian will have no hope of promotion in the future. If we go too far, pulling out the carrot and bringing out the mud is enough to set off a storm in Xihe.

When the time comes, as a trigger, how will Wang Zixu be viewed? How should he deal with himself in Xihe's political and literary circles?

Mei Rucheng warned him with his eyes: Don’t ruin your great future!

Lin Feng wiped the sweat from his head, looked around, and advised in a low voice: "Brother Wang, don't be impulsive, be rational... I'm waiting for a midnight snack with you today."

Ning Chunyan stroked his arm and looked at him worriedly. She was not part of the system, so she didn't know whether or how serious the problem Wang Zixu mentioned was serious. She didn't know whether she should persuade Wang Zixu to stop all activities at this time and make long-term plans later. Because she felt that Wang Zixu's expression was very serious and he didn't look like he could be persuaded.

Zhang Qian pinched the corner of her clothes with her fingers, crumpling and loosening for a while, as if she was weighing whether if she spoke to Wang Zixu, he would calm down and let her go. She inadvertently raised her eyes and saw Chen Qingluo staring at her coldly. She was startled by that look.

The air in the room froze for a moment, because with one word, everyone was mobilized and put into a ready formation.

Wang Zixu closed his eyes, then opened them.

From a rational perspective, he really shouldn’t act rashly at this time. Or maybe he should never have acted rashly.

He has already won the first place in the literary society. In a few days, Zhang Qian will figure it out and may come to curry favor with him. Shen Qingfeng has no more weapons to use against him. Director Gou may be lenient and let him roam the bureau from now on.

Those little things in the past are written on paper, torn into pieces, and thrown into the wind. They are gone with the wind. From then on, they are free and at ease, crossing the rolling turbid current, and letting the fish swim in the water of the waves.

However, if this is true, he will not be happy.

If you are unhappy, you are unhappy. You cannot lie to yourself about this. Even if life is going well from now on, I still feel unhappy when I think of this incident. Maybe before he dies, he will be very upset when he thinks about not avenging this arrow.

After experiencing all these things, he was like toothpaste in a tube. Something in the inner core had hardened and could no longer be squeezed out. He had to cut the tube and carve out the contents before he could spit it out quickly.

Wang Zixu said: "I can't hold it in anymore, so I want to say it today. If I miss this opportunity, I may never be able to say it again."

The secretary looked unkind and wanted to come forward to speak to him, but was stopped by the leader.

"I have to rush to a meeting. If you have anything to do, please tell me on the way. I'll tell you why you can't report it through normal channels."

“Let’s go.”

The big boss left as soon as he said so. Wang Zixu hesitated for a moment before he realized that he wanted to catch up and went to the car to talk.

The car is a private space, and it will not cause any disturbance in public. You can move forward or back, depending on the scope of the problem reported by Wang Zixu.

Wang Zixu does not oppose Shen Jianqiu’s political wisdom. He didn't hesitate and just followed.

“…”

After Shen Jianqiu and Wang Zixu left, the room seemed to have its soul taken away, and it was quiet for a long time.

Cui Xian grinned and said, half to himself: "The number one person in the Huiwen Society is indeed a person with a lot of personality!"

Everyone looked at him, making him a little scared.

Except for him, almost everyone present knew Wang Zixu. Even if they didn’t know him, they had heard of him. He was the only one who knew nothing about it.

His original intention was to stir up a few people to chat, but he found that no one wanted to talk about this topic, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

"Let's go too." Chen Qingluo stood up, "I have to change "Beauvoir's Dedication" next."

Ning Chunyan was stunned: "Isn't it already changed?"

"The editor of "Get" said that there are still some places that can be changed."

Li Tingfang looked up at her with a smile: "Does Qingluo have any new works? Are you planning to send them to "Get"?"

"Yes."

“How long is it?”

“More than 100,000 words.”

"So long?" Li Tingfang was a little surprised, "I have been silent these past few days. It turned out that I was working on a masterpiece at home. It seems that I have a good chance of winning this time!"

Chen Qingluo did not say any unnecessary words, but nodded slightly: "Yes."

After that, she walked out the door resolutely, and Ning Chunyan quickly followed her.

Everyone made way for them in awe. Ning Chunyan took her arm and asked in a low voice: "How come I don't know at all, when did the editor of "Get" contact you?"

Chen Qingluo said: "It was probably when that person said 'stinky bitch'."

"Isn't that just now?" Ning Chunyan suppressed her voice, " Have they finished the manuscript? That’s 100,000 words!”

“They said,” Chen Qingluo brushed her black hair away from her shoulders, “This time I want to win the Mao Dun Literature Prize?” "

Li Tingfang watched the two women leave with wise eyes, then turned to Lin Feng and said, "Zixu should have invited the literary association earlier."

Lin Feng said quickly: "As soon as his work is published in "Yangtze River" today, I will say that I will be his recommender, and no one can compete with me."

Li Tingfang said: "I haven't done anything recently. Is there just a deputy chair seat available? I think he is fully qualified to be a deputy chairperson." Lin Feng paused, and Li Tingfang glanced at him: "It's the first prize in the literary society again, and it's in "The Yangtze River". After publishing an article, I heard that "Yangtze River" is planning to give him a Best Newcomer Award. Do you know about this?"

Lin Feng was surprised: "I don't know, teacher, where did you get this news? Did you get it?"

Li Tingfang smiled: "I'm very well-informed. It's time to go home and rest. I'm exhausted today..."

When Lin Feng helped Li Tingfang out, Lin Luo's eyes were splitting behind them.

Yan Zishan stood up without saying a word, declined the invitation from the Literary and Art Association, and walked out alone, putting his hands in his pockets.

Diao Yiwen only hesitated for a moment, then chased his back and walked out. In order to avoid suspicion, she waited until she got out of the elevator. Under the cover of night, she plucked up the courage to rush to his side.

“I know what you want to ask, so don’t ask yet.” Yan Zishan still had his hands in his pockets, and seemed to have no intention of taking them out.

Under the cover of night, Diao Yiwen could not clearly see the expression on his face, nor could she tell whether his hands were clenched tightly or spread out tolerantly, which made her feel a little nervous.

Yan Zishan asked without warning: "Are you and the first prize winner this time in the same place?"

This question made Diao Yiwen somewhat confused. In one place? Regardless of time, space or family background, they are not in the same "place". But soon she understood the question and replied:

"We work in the same unit."

Yan Zishan said "hmm" and said, "When you go to work, help me bring him a message."

After a moment of pause, he said: "Go to the East China Sea."

Diao Yiwen was silent for a long time, but he did not explain the meaning of this sentence, so he responded in an emphatic tone Question: "To the East China Sea?"

"Yes."

"Is that all?"

"He will understand."

"..."

Diao Yiwen was silent for another moment and said: "Can I ask my question? Is there a problem?"

Yan Zishan said: "You are not extreme enough."

"Huh?"

"You are not extreme enough, so you can only get second place." Yan Zishan said.

Diao Yiwen finally couldn't help it anymore and asked: "But, they just said that you didn't vote for yourself. This is because..."

"This is because you are not extreme enough." Yan Zishan said, "If you are extreme enough, you should let me directly take charge of writing this article from beginning to end. Manuscript. This is also an extreme method." Diao Yiwen thought for a moment, rolled her eyes and said, "Do you mean that Wang Zixu's manuscript was also written by someone else?" Yan Zishan laughed sarcastically: "I voted for him because he is extreme."

Diao Yiwen stood blankly. extreme? What is the extreme?

“In the final analysis, the most interesting part of literature is the author’s own feelings, attitude, and vision. And this part of your work happens to be something I have not touched. My revision can only correct your expression, rhetoric, and sense of language, but that is only the surface after all, and the core part cannot be changed, so I say, you I can only get second place. "

After saying that, Yan Zishan shook his head: "You are not from here at all, so I can't tell you anything about literature, because it is a piece of scripture for you."

Diao Yiwen felt humiliated and aggrieved at the same time. Yan Zishan's words were extremely arrogant, but his tone was not arrogant at all. Instead, he seemed to be stating a fact from the bottom of his heart and with utmost sincerity.

But this made her feel even more humiliated.

My father sent a message. The content was very simple. It was a photo. The photo showed a table of delicious food and champagne placed in a conspicuous position. There was a sentence attached below: I want to invite Teacher Yanzishan.

Diao Yiwen raised her eyes and looked around. After saying this, Yanzi Mountain disappeared without a trace, and now its whereabouts are unknown. I'm sure I won't be able to invite you.

She dialed her father’s phone number and whispered:

"Dad, I want to resign."

Father Diao said in surprise: "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying? What wronged you? Didn't you get second place? You should be happy."