Chapter 148 Missing Space Slash
Wang Zixu was very surprised.
He has been very busy recently. Ning Chunyan is a very considerate person and considers that he is busy, so she rarely disturbs him. Today she made an exception to see him, which shows that she is really very busy.
He asked as if waking up from a dream: "Have the first issue of "New Appreciation" received enough manuscripts? Is it going to be published?"
As a member of the magazine, asking this question now feels a bit like Wang Huizhi being an official. Fortunately, Ning Chunyan didn't seem to care, and her voice was extremely noisy:
"Oh, it's already this time. What are you still talking about?... Regarding the 50,000 volumes and the auditorium, please make an appointment with me until 2 pm. I will go to the professor to talk... Hey, I will only waste your time for half a day, okay? I'm really here I'm so busy that Lu Qingxuan's kid has skipped school. "
"Okay, when will you come over?"
"Tomorrow morning. Alas, that one is not ours, we are in line first..."
Wang Zixu said: "Then you are busy. I will come over tomorrow."
Ning Chunyan said: "I have given the teacher the money for the cover. Does the teacher want a sample? You still need to ask me for this kind of thing... just send it to her directly. Why don't we have even a single copy left in our office..."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Zixu felt a little confused. The scene of Ning Chunyan’s troubled magazine is still vivid in my mind. Are the magazines now being released in full swing?
What night is this?
He pushed the door open and walked out of the workroom, standing on the balcony holding a tea cup, and suddenly felt a slight chill on his shoulders.
Looking as far as the eye can see, the clear autumn is thousands of miles away, and the water flows with the sky. In front of the door is a road along the river, hugging the river like a jade belt, winding eastward, and the traffic and water flow are as endless.
The deceased is like a man.
A strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind: What is brewing in the river that lingers day and night? Running so hard has a purpose, right? It can't be that it flows into the sea, evaporates into the air, and then floats back on the clouds, right? Wang Zixu glanced at Bai Yun, who was lowering his head, and suddenly thought that it was really possible to become a cloud. It would be great to become a cloud. He wanted to become a cloud, but he didn't know how to do it. It's great to be a river. If you are influenced by others, it can turn into a typhoon and blow back.
After thinking wildly for a while, Wang Zixu realized that it was not Jiang Shui who had been tired and confused day and night, but himself who was tired and confused. So I quickly returned to the workroom, gathered all the draft papers and sorted them again, saved the document and shut down the computer.
When he came out, Ye Lan had just walked in. A cup of milk tea was hanging on his left wrist, and he was raising his calf and hooking up his high heels with his right fingers.
She was wearing a white shirt today, with a suspender skirt underneath, and no stockings on her legs, which were white from top to bottom. Seeing Wang Zixu, he smiled and said, "Did you stay up late again yesterday? You looked so stupid."
Wang Zixu yawned: "You don't need to stay up late today."
"Have you finished writing? "
"It's almost done." Wang Zixu yawned again, "I just didn't do the review well."
Ye Lan said, "You should sleep well first."
She put on her slippers and walked into the kitchen. Wang Zixu asked: "Did you get off work so early today?"
Ye Lan's voice came from the kitchen: "I'm really afraid of that guy Zuo Ziliang. Now he is thinking about expansion. When he saw me, he would drag me to discuss the matter. I was bored to death, so I found an excuse to come back."
Wang Zixu said: "Shouldn't we expand?"
Ye Lan's face popped up from the kitchen door, full of surprise: "You can earn hundreds of thousands a month by writing manuscripts every day. Aren't you satisfied? If you continue to expand, you will have to expand the company structure, raise funds, dilute equity, and a lot of messy things will come to your door. Can you bear it?"
Wang Zixu said: "The fundamental logic of the capitalist system is expansion. I just said that in theory it should expand, but it does not mean that I support expansion."
Ye Lan stared at his face as if staring at a strange object: "You are really weird!"
Wang Zixu shrugged: "Ignore me. My mind is very confused now, don't worry about me. "What did you say?"
"Don't worry, I don't care."
Ye Lan changed the subject and said, "But I'm so bored now, I can't watch TV at home all afternoon?"
"I plan to go to Nanda."
Ye Lan became excited: "Okay, okay! I also want to go for a walk at Nanda."
Wang Zixu said: "I only went there because I have something to do."
“I’m fine, I’m going for a walk.”
Although Ning Chunyan promised to help out tomorrow morning, through a phone call, he could get a glimpse of how busy there was. He was too embarrassed to pretend that he didn't know and stayed out of the matter. He decided to go over and lend a hand to see what was going on.
After all, this magazine would not have been possible without my own motivation.
Ye Lan insisted on going together, so he had no choice but to take her with him. Ye Lan was sitting in his car, as excited as a primary school student going for a spring outing. While fastening his seat belt, he said, I think your story is really well written. How did you come up with that ending?
The prince made no reply.
Fortunately, my residence is not far from Nanda, less than 20 minutes’ drive. He parked the car outside the school, and as soon as he opened the door, a passenger electric car whizzed past the door. He left a sentence in the wind:
"Brother, you are blocking the newsstand to buy goods!"
Wang Zixu wasn’t sure yet whether he meant this to himself, but there was no doubt that there was a newsstand on the roadside. Turning around, he saw a group of students approaching fiercely, and the leader turned out to be Zhao Peilin.
Zhao Peilin didn’t see Wang Zixu for the first time. He rolled up his sleeves, pointed at the newsstand owner and said,
“We agreed to keep a batch of books for our Chinese Department, but why don’t you keep a single copy? I’m telling you, you’re going to lose me as an old patron. I’m not a customer! You can’t do this business for a long time!”
The boss said: “Student, please calm down. Even if I don’t do it for a long time, I have been doing it for 10 years.
The five or six students led by Zhao Peilin were all boys and they were very energetic. When they heard this, they all started shouting. The decibels got louder, and the situation suddenly got a little out of control.
Wang Zixu stepped forward and patted Zhao Peilin on the shoulder. When he turned around, he suddenly beamed:
"Hey, Wang Zixu! Long time no see, You came just in time! ..."
While he was talking, Ye Lan stood next to Wang Zixu with milk tea in his arms. Zhao Peilin became mute on the spot, opening and closing his lips without making any sound, staring at Ye Lan and trembling.
Ye Lan’s pink lips and cheeks are like snow, her eyes are bright and her teeth are bright. She is very cool in a suspender that exposes her collarbone. Coupled with her mature temperament, she can cause tons of damage to young boys. She looked at Wang Zixu with a strange look on her face and asked:
"What happened to your friend?"
"He was shocked by you."
Zhao Peilin pulled Wang Zixu aside: "Why didn't you introduce such a resource earlier?"
Wang Zixu said: "Don't think about it, you can't grasp it."
After saying that, he asked again: "You just said that I came just in time, what are you doing?"
"Yes, yes, you came just in time," Zhao Peilin said, "Aren't you an employee of "Xin Shang" magazine? You have internal channels, can you bring me a few first-run magazines? I want new ones."
As soon as Zhao Peilin finished speaking, several students who had originally gathered around the newsstand gathered around Wang Zixu again.
“There are internal employees? Why didn’t you tell me earlier, Lao Zhao?”
“Bring me a few copies too, many people are asking me for them!”
“I have already boasted about getting a copy for my girlfriend in Haikou. , for the sake of my classmates, give me a hand!"
Wang Zixu poured cold water on their enthusiasm: "First of all, I am not an internal employee."
After a pause, he said: "I am the editor."
After saying that, the crowd became even more indignant. He added: "But even if I am the editor, I don't know what you are talking about. I am reviewing at home this month and have never been to the magazine. I also just learned that the first issue of "New Appreciation" magazine has just been released."
After he finished speaking, a group of students were immediately disappointed. Zhao Peilin said hurtfully: "What do you need?"
"What's going on? Why did you still grab it?" Wang Zixu asked.
Zhao Peilin said: "Don't you really know?"
"What do you know?"
The magazine "New Award" became popular online.
To be precise, it was not the magazine that became popular, but the Little Prince’s first novel that became popular.
The news was leaked a week ago, and the magazine was published 5 days ago. Therefore, many people knew in advance that the Little Prince's first novel would be published for the first time in "New Appreciation" magazine. Many people are squatting.
For everyone, whether they are fans of the Little Prince or black people, something like this is considered an unprecedented event.
After all, the little prince has never written a novel. Even if what he wrote is called a "love letter", it is more like a kind of "quasi-literature" in the eyes of the public. Therefore, there is a popular saying: The Little Prince actually does not have the ability to write serious literature.
Now someone has written a serious novel, and it has been published in a serious magazine by two serious talents, Chen Qingluo and Ning Chunyan.
If there is attention, there will be popularity, and if there is popularity, there will be media. A few editors on the Internet made up the routine and it spread virally. After the small media started to heat up the topic, the big media came in. After the big media came in, the small media followed up. Soon, all kinds of news leaked from the circle of friends, making everyone in the world know that the little prince had written a novel.
So the magazine "Xin Shang" exploded.
Wang Zixu was still confused after hearing this. When Ye Lan heard it, he was very happy and said with a smile: ""Missing Kong Zhan"? Isn't that you..."
Wang Zixu quickly covered her mouth. Ye Lan struggled for a long time and shouted into the air: "It's the Little Prince! The work of the Little Prince!"
"Yes, I've heard of it." Wang Zixu pretended to be fine and let go, turning around and pretending to ask Zhao Peilin, "How is his writing?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Peilin became anxious again: "Didn't I buy it?!"
His voice made Wang Zixu's ears hurt, so he quickly comforted him: "I'll go to the magazine right away and I'll ask for you."
"Ask quickly."
After saying that, Zhao Peilin hugged his arm and said: "I have heard people discuss it, and the little prince's article "Missing Sky" is quite awesome."
"Really?" Wang Zixu's voice was a little erratic.
“Yes. Pretty awesome. Otherwise, why would I be in such a hurry? Also, your car is blocking the newsstand’s stocking area.”
Ye Lan smiled again at the side, but thinking of Wang Zixu's behavior just now, he became angry, clenched his fist and punched him in the waist and eyes. He was caught off guard and grinned in pain.
As he got into the car and moved, Ye Lan whispered from the side: "Is your novel popular? I said it was popular, I was the first to see it, hehe."
"Yes, yes." Wang Zixu said casually, still feeling unbelievable in his heart.
Strictly speaking, he has never experienced the feeling of "fire".
The time when he was most closely associated with "Fire" was at the Xihe Literary Conference, when he stood on the top podium, but at that time all his happiness was taken away by Chen Qingluo personally handing him the award, and he didn't notice people's attention at all.
His award-winning video was also forwarded to the class group. Most of his classmates, including Xie Cong, couldn't speak well, and they were so enthusiastic and exaggerated that they didn't know whether they were praising him or hurting him.
As for the little prince’s “fire”, he had no personal experience. Because he knows himself as just writing some scripts. The script was for the speech therapist, not for the reader, and he thought that was a mistake.
This is Wang Zixu’s experience of “fire”.
So now that he hears people talking about his novels, he is seriously happy.
He lowered his head and said to Ye Lan: "Once again, don't reveal my identity to me. Even if you choke to death today, don't call me a little prince."
Ye Lan said: "Come on, come on, if you haven't finished yet, you have to pay it back, so I won't tell you. By the way, what does the name of your novel "Lost in the Sky" mean? You told me but I forgot."
"Lost in the Sky" doesn't mean anything. Lost Kongzhan is the collective name of the "Losing Street Pavilion, Empty City Strategy, and Killing Ma Su", and it is a well-known play.
The story written by Wang Zixu happened to have a three-act structure, and the titles of the three parts could be summarized by the three words "lost, empty, and beheaded", so he used these three words very arrogantly. It sounds like there is still a bit of a middle-class temperament in Mingjue Li.
He just gave this name casually, without thinking about the consequences. But now when he heard people on the street saying "Miss Kong Zhan Miss Kong Zhan", he felt a little unexpected and began to panic.
Walking into the school gate, Wang Zixu had a more personal experience of "explosion". He passed by several people, including couples and singles, young people and old people. They were all talking about "New Reward" and the little prince's "Missing Kong Zhan".
A small motorcycle "suddenly" stabbed at the two of them from behind. When passing by Wang Zixu, the boy sitting in the back seat of the car held up a magazine with a black cover in his hand, like a flag, and shouted loudly:
"I grabbed the magazine! The last one! Hahahaha..."
He watched dumbfounded as the scooter puffed out black smoke and swerved across the intersection before disappearing.
Ye Lan turned his head and looked at Wang Zixu with pride: "How does it feel to see your work so popular?"
"You keep a low profile. "Yes. I have a bad feeling. I have to go to the magazine immediately." ...
As soon as he walked into the magazine, he felt a wave of heat. Countless people were crowded into a small magazine office. The doors and windows were broken, but now it looked even more vulnerable.
Among a group of people, Lu Qingxuan poked her head out and saw that it was Wang Zixu, and ran over as if she had been granted amnesty:
"Are you here to help? Come on! I'm almost exhausted!"
At the edge of the corner, Diao Yiwen looked up expressionlessly, then lowered her head expressionlessly and continued to do the work at hand, as if she had been driven into a walking zombie by repetitive work.
Wang Zixu asked: "Okay, how can I help?"
Lu Qingxuan pointed to the boy who was the leader of the group of students behind him and said: "You help me first Get this guy away! I’m busy, he’s annoying me to death!”
(End of chapter)