Chapter 150 Black Myth: Tang Monk

Chapter 150 Black Myth: Tang Monk

Diao Yiwen added: "Think about it, the little prince is the writer recommended by our magazine, but he has never been recognized by the traditional literary world. If Shi Shuqiu could speak on the platform , Will Shi Tonghe’s attitude soften a little? If Shi Tonghe has changed his attitude, will the traditional literary world recognize the little prince? ”

How can we say that women are born to be political animals? The things Diao Yiwen said would not have occurred to him even if he had given Wang Zixu ten or eight years to do so. Or even if he could think of it, he didn't think Shi Tonghe's son should have the right to declare that he was a woman.

When Wang Zixu first entered junior high school, he was the first to collect homework. He enthusiastically moved the homework to the teacher's office on behalf of the class representative, which made the class representative furious. This confused him. Later he learned that the class representative thought he had robbed him of his opportunity to perform.

He once scoffed and thought it was a child's trick. Later, when he started working, he discovered that everyone around him was a class representative. Everyone does the work together, but the leader only recognizes the person who reports to him last. The tricks used in the student days are very effective at the management level, which is enough to show the advancement of the school's management philosophy.

The same logic applies to Shi Shuqiu. If the school must choose a representative to inherit the traffic and reputation of the little prince, then this person should be Shi Shuqiu. It doesn't matter what he said, what matters is that he stood in front of the public.

In Shi Shuqiu’s eyes, the name Little Prince probably means Sun Xingzhe. Even if the Monkey King can transform into 72 different ways, even if he has a bronze head, an iron arm, a blazing eye, and no matter how talented he is, he is still not one of his own. Since Jin Chanzi was one of his own since he was born, the leader of the Buddhist scripture-seeking team can only be Jin Chanzi.

When Sun Xingzhe escorted Jin Chanzi to the Western Heaven, he might be able to share the benefits of the second class and give him a seat on the Buddha's throne to wash away his early supernumerary experience; and Jin Chanzi could be legitimately escorted to his rightful position, even if he had done nothing, but who made him the leader of the Buddhist scripture collection team?

There is no need for the Monkey King to complain about the unfairness of the world. Without Jin Chanzi, this game might not be possible. If Jin Chanzi didn't happen to need a monkey, he might never have the chance to stand up from under Wuzhishan.

Now that Jin Chanzi has arrived at your door, why don’t you quickly accept the petition to express your gratitude? What are you waiting for?

This is what Diao Yiwen means.

After saying that, Diao Yiwen took a deep breath: "The overall situation is important!"

Wang Zixu was silent for a moment, and then said: "Okay."

Diao Yiwen showed a teachable expression: " That’s right. I know you are noble and arrogant, but in this matter, you just need to turn a blind eye. If Master Shi is happy, we can be happy too.”

Wang Zixu was a little depressed, but he said honestly: “Okay. ”

Diao Yiwen said: "When you go back later, just keep this attitude. Neither humble nor arrogant, pretend nothing happened, and agree to him. It was originally a smooth favor, so don't mess up."

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "I have been in class for so many years after all. Don’t I understand the rules of the world? ”

Diao Yiwen rolled her eyes and stared at him: “Really? I’m afraid you don’t understand.”

When she said this, all she could think about was the scene of Wang Zixu causing trouble in Gou Yingbiao’s office.

She felt that sometimes it was difficult to grasp Wang Zixu’s emotional intelligence. Sometimes he is very stubborn, and sometimes he is very diplomatic and flexible.

The two returned to the office. Wang Zixu sat down and said to Shi Shuqiu with a serious expression:

"If the length of your speech is limited to 15 minutes, it is not impossible for us to add a separate speech session."

Lu Qingxuan stood up after hearing this. Come, walk quickly to him and whisper:

"Are you okay? We only have 3 hours at most to rent the auditorium, and the process is already full. Where can we give him another 15 minutes?"

Wang Zixu whispered: "I will think of a way."

Shi Shuqiu said cheerfully: "Okay, 15 minutes is a bit difficult for me, but I can control it a little."

"Yes." The prince nodded pretendingly, and then added, "Then there is the issue of content, I think it’s best not to take the topic of ‘the little prince is a woman’ as the core.”

Shi Shuqiu frowned slightly, but before he could say anything, Diao Yiwen became anxious and secretly stamped her feet on the side, her face beaming as a hint to Wang Zixu not to talk too much.

Wang Zixu continued calmly: "It's not that we won't talk about this. We can talk about this as an interesting point of view to open up the topic, but after all, we have to speak for 15 minutes. If there is only such a point of view, I am afraid it is too thin."

Shi Shuqiu suddenly understood: "You mean, 'the little prince is a girl' is just a gimmick. After everyone listens to it, we can talk about something more in-depth?"

"That's right." Wang Zixu felt a little humiliated inexplicably.

“That’s wonderful!” The more Shi Shuqiu thought about it, the more reasonable it became. “Actually, that’s what I thought at the beginning. You, Lu Qingxuan, have been the only ones who refused to let me speak. I was already prepared to only speak for 5 minutes. , I didn’t expect it to be that long.”

Wang Zixu nodded: “Speak longer and prepare more carefully. I heard that the number of live broadcast reservations is 100,000.”

"It's already 120,000 now." Lu Qingxuan added angrily, "And it's still rising."

Wang Zixu returned the USB flash drive to him, and Shi Shu Qiu took it seriously and said solemnly: "Thank you, I will be well prepared when I go back."

After that, he turned around to leave, and before leaving, he glanced at Ye Lan strangely.

This beauty was sitting dignifiedly on a chair in the corner with her white legs crossed, showing a charming smile and staring at him playfully. He couldn't help but touch his nose, wondering if there was something wrong with today's hairstyle?

When I walked to the door, I answered the phone and said: "Hi, Dad..."

Then, his voice disappeared at the door together with the person.

Wang Zixu and Diao Yiwen looked at each other secretly.

As expected, not long after, Ning Chunyan called.

"Let me tell you a good news and a bad news."

Lu Qingxuan said: "You should tell the bad news first, so that I can at least be mentally prepared."

“We have to adjust the venue rental arrangements again, and some seats in the first row in front need to be vacant.”

Lu Qingxuan said: “That’s okay, we had to adjust it originally.”

Ning Chunyan sounded very excited: "It's not important. The good news is that a big shot is also coming to the meeting."

Lu Qingxuan put the phone on speakerphone, and Wang Zixu raised the volume: "It can't be Shi Tonghe, right? "

"Eh? Are you there?" Ning Chunyan's voice came from the other end of the phone, "How do you know? Shi Tonghe is coming."

Wang Zixu and Diao Yiwen were shocked at the same time.

Ning Chunyan was completely unaware and said happily: "Because Shi Tonghe was coming, the dean personally called us to show concern for us, saying that when our magazine was founded, a master-level writer came to support us, which is a great honor.

"I said it's not that I have a big face, but that the little prince has a big face. Only a writer with such a flow, depth, writing style and connotation can attract so much attention and cause such a big topic. I am just a sharp eye and a stalker to blackmail him. It’s just a pretty good novel. It’s just such a small contribution.

“Hey, I think we can be more ambitious and print an additional 20,000 copies while the first issue is popular. As long as we operate it properly, it is not impossible for our magazine to strive to become the top three best-selling magazines in the country. ”

Wang Zixu did not disturb her dreaming, but just listened with a smile, like an old father listening to his children talk about their dreams. Suddenly, a sudden voice beside him startled him:

"Hmph, 'master-level writer', isn't that great? I am also a master-level writer."

Wang Zixu turned around and saw Sartre, whom he had not seen for a long time, holding a glass of red wine and standing nonchalantly between Ye Lan and Lu Qingxuan with his hands in his pockets.

Wang Zixu knew that Sartre was just an illusion in his mind, and said calmly: "You are not our Chinese master, you are a French master, and there are many French masters. , It’s no longer rare.”

Sartre said with a smile: “I’m not talking about myself, I’m talking for you.”

Wang Zixu didn’t want to pay attention to him.

Sartre kicked his nose and said: "You have a Chinese myth called "Journey to the West", in which every monster wants to eat Tang Seng. Now, the name of the little prince is just like Tang Seng. If you eat it, you can live forever. Even the 'great master' wants to take a bite."

The prince said with a fake smile: "I thought I was Sun Wukong, but you I think I am Tang Monk. "

Sartre raised his eyebrows: "Sun Wukong has Huaguo Mountain to go back to. If you are unhappy, where can you go back?"

Wang Zixu was asked, and he lowered his head and murmured: "You know our Chinese mythology quite well."

Sartre put the red wine glass on his table: "Let me ask you seriously, what do you think is the difference between serious literature and popular literature?"

Wang Zixu said: "Serious literature only tells the truth, while popular literature speaks words that have been modified and polished."

"Do you think you were sincere just now? ”

Wang Zixu was a little annoyed: “Literature tells the truth, but it doesn’t mean that the writer has to pay social security, and the writer’s children have to go to school. In order to make a living, you have to do things that you don’t want to do. If a writer can only tell the truth, how tiring will it be to be a writer?

"Lu Xun is so cold and profound. In order not to chill everyone's hearts, he must hide the darkest thoughts deeply in his heart. This resulted in him not producing the greatest works from beginning to end, even though he had the ability. Lu Xun was not a pure writer, but he was a good person.

"Shi Tonghe's son wants to express himself, then let him express himself. Even if he said it, I would not turn into a woman. Even if he didn't say it, he would still be Shi Tonghe's son. What's the use of my objection? If I objected, wouldn't he be Shi Tonghe's son? You don’t have to be a pure writer, so why do I have to be a pure writer when it’s my turn? ”

Sartre smiled: "Look at you, you are so anxious. Did I say what you did was wrong? Did I say you were not worthy of being a writer? No, right? It's okay, just be happy. No one can be a saint."

After he said this, Wang Zixu calmed down, but Sartre muttered in a hard-to-capture volume:

“But are you happy?”

“Is the office of "New Appreciation" magazine here?"

A woman's voice came from the door. Wang Zixu looked up and saw a young woman wearing a high-slit denim skirt standing there. Her face looked very familiar.

Her knocking on the door was quite urgent and her tone was angry, as if she was here to ask questions.

Wang Zixu thought for a while and then remembered who she was:

"Zhang Xixi?"

When the woman saw Wang Zixu, her eyes lit up and she shouted, "Hey! What a coincidence, why are you here?"

Her tone was very excited.

Wang Zixu’s father used to live in the basement. He had a neighbor named Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang had a son and a daughter. The daughter was Zhang Xixi, who worked in administrative work at Nanda. Last time Wang Zixu went home, she met her once and even added her on WeChat, but we never chatted much.

Zhang Xixi came over and said with a smile: "I also said that I would torture your magazine, but as you are an acquaintance, the torture can't be done. Why are you here?"

Wang Zixu said, I am the editor here, of course I am here. And you? Why are you here?

Zhang Xixi showed her work badge on her chest: "Do you know? I am in charge of the school auditorium. It is said that your rental time of the auditorium will be extended to a whole day? We have other activities in the afternoon, how can you make me feel embarrassed?"

Wang Zixu was still having a headache just now, and he quickly used his emotional intelligence honed over many years of work to apologize: "Isn't this a special situation? The famous Shi Tonghe suddenly came to participate, so this program has to be grand? If the specifications are not enough, don't you show your shyness in front of outsiders?"

Zhang Xi Xi Yang raised his face: "What's wrong with Shi Tonghe? Shi Tonghe also has to be first-come, first-served? I can't say that as soon as you Shi Tonghe comes, the life meeting of our league organization in the Department of Industrial Management will not be held? There are hundreds of students!"

Sartre cheered and applauded her from behind: "Well said!"

Hearing that it was a group organization life meeting, Wang Zixu felt confident and said, "Oh, this is indeed a bit troublesome. How about I go communicate with the student union of their department and discuss it and see if it can be postponed for a day or two?"

Zhang Xixi poses Waving his hand: "Then if it were someone else, I would let him go, but with your relationship, right? I'm sorry to say that. I can help you communicate with them, but you have to agree to a condition?"

The prince said humbly, you are just waiting here. He asked: "What are the conditions?"

"Can you help me arrange an exclusive interview with the little prince?"

Hearing this request, the magazine fell into an awkward silence. Diao Yiwen and Lu Qingxuan, who had been busy, both raised their heads.

Wang Zixu said: "You know, no one knows the identity of the little prince, and no one has seen him."

Zhang Xixi said with a smile: "I know, but you must have his contact information, right? If it was easy, I definitely wouldn't ask you!"

Lu Qingxuan put down the manuscript in his hand, scratched his ears, and wanted to say something, but his expression was hard to express and he could not speak. While hesitating, he heard Wang Zixu say:

"Okay, we can arrange it."

(End of this chapter)