Chapter 152 Standing Like a Minion
Ning Chunyan’s voice was so thin that it went straight into his ears. Wang Zixu couldn’t help but shuddered.
He wanted to ask again, but Ning Chunyan did not give him a chance to refuse, and went to sit down next to Shi Tonghe with a smile.
The prince felt like he was stuck in his throat, thinking about what he would tell Ning Chun Yan after the party ended:
Maybe he could take off his coat and throw it in front of her, pat his thigh, and say in a Zhang Mazi tone, I was just weak in my legs and feet and couldn't kneel down, so I fell on the mountain... No, resign;
Or he could look at her humbly and gently for a long time, and then ask her in a gentle tone, why do you think I resigned so ruthlessly? Why did the leader let him go without any hesitation?
Or he can tell her honestly that drinking, socializing and building relationships is a skill, and holding back a drink is a profound knowledge. If you want to hold back a drink, you can't just talk about the drink. You have to talk about the world and use scriptures to coax people to get along, so that I can hold back a glass of wine. I am stupid and can't learn it.
It was because I didn’t know how to do this that I devoted myself to literature. Because at that time, he thought that there was no need to build relationships to engage in literature.
Of course, these are all excuses.
Ning Chunyan had had a conversation with him on this topic a long time ago. He also said at the beginning, knowing that there are many such things in the literary circle, are you still willing to come in?
He answered “I do”.
Wang Zixu sighed. Even if he took ten thousand steps back, he wouldn't be able to refuse the Ning Chun Banquet. He was the only male in the small "New Shang" magazine. Ning Chunyan had connections all over the world, but on the outside, he was just a girl much younger than him. Could he escape from the battlefield?
This is like the Shu Han Dynasty for forty years. The only one who can be picked out is Liao Hua. He can only serve as the vanguard and no one else.
He was able to take some time to take a good look at Shi Tonghe: Shi Tonghe was short in stature, with a square face and not much hair, but the few hair he had was combed meticulously. The shape of the eyes is a more coquettish almond eye, exactly the same as Shi Shuqiu. The lips are slightly charred and have many wrinkles, which are the traces left by years of smoking.
He was making gestures and whispering something to the people next to him. Ning Chunyan sat a seat away from him, blinking her eyes and listening carefully, nodding her head from time to time, showing an innocent look.
By the shape of their lips, Wang Zixu could roughly tell what they were talking about. Economics, academics, and Nanjing University were some grand propositions that were very suitable for discussion on this occasion - but in any case, they had nothing to do with the little prince.
“Thank you teachers, I have finished my speech.”
Shi Shuqiu bowed deeply on the stage, and there was warm applause from the audience. Shi Shuqiu walked off the stage with a smile on his face. When he passed by Wang Zixu, he bit his lip and whispered:
"Brother, your ppt presentation is too rough, and you can't keep up with many rhythms."
After that, he left. Wang Zixu exited the USB flash drive as if he had just woken up from a dream, stood up, and met the eyes of Professor Huang Xinghuo who was drinking water.
Professor Huang put down the water glass, smiled and nodded to him, and he nodded back. Just as he was about to walk up to discuss "Missing Kong Zhan" with him, Diao Yiwen quickly walked over and whispered to him:
“Go to Shitong River quickly.”
“What?”
“Go quickly!”
Wang Zixu was almost half pushed to Shitong River. However, Shi Tonghe and his entourage had already stood up and, surrounded by everyone, walked quickly outside the auditorium, seemingly to avoid the enthusiastic fans who were rushing to sign autographs. He didn't even look at his son.
"Old Shi!"
A student in the back row stood up and called forward with eyes wide open, holding a book high in his hand: "Sign your name for me!"
His voice made the auditorium quiet for a moment, and a louder sound came randomly:
“Sign your name for us!”
“Old Shi, stay!”
Shi Tonghe has already walked out of the auditorium, a man in a suit raised his hands high He raised his head, clasped his hands in the air, and said loudly: "Students, Teacher Shi has important arrangements for the next time. I can't stay here anymore. I hope you can bear with me!" After that, he turned around and walked out of the door.
Zhao Peilin put down the book he was holding high and turned to look at Xu Rongrong:
"Why doesn't he even look at his son?"
Xu Rongrong said: "He definitely doesn't want to expose this relationship."
Zhao Peilin then turned around and saw the back of Wang Zixu hurriedly following him out.
He wanted to follow, but was suddenly pulled by a woman next to him:
"Are you Zhao Peilin, a disciple of Professor Zhong Junmin?"
Zhao Peilin was stunned, lowered his head and saw the hand she extended, and quickly reached out to shake her hand.
“Yes, may I ask who you are...”
“My name is Duan Xiaosang.”
“Duan Xiaosang?!” Zhao Peilin was surprised, “Are you the legendary new martial arts writer?”
Duan Xiaosang smiled: "That's an exaggeration. I'm just an ordinary book editor now."
Xu Rongrong poked her head out from behind Zhao Peilin and stared at her with suspicious eyes.
She added: "I heard that you have a lot of friends in the Chinese Department and know many people."
"It's easy to say, from undergraduate to graduate students, I can basically get the contact information of any current student. ”
“I want to ask you about someone, is it possible?”
“If it doesn’t disturb the life of the person involved, I can help you connect.”
Duan Xiaosang blinked, looked at him and said: "The person I want to inquire about is a first-year student named Du Kezhu...
"After my investigation, she has several pen names, including Fei Tianzi, Murong Ying, and another one, Innocence Poet. ”
…
Wang Zixu followed the crowd like a follower. The people formed a wall, surrounding Shitong River and moving forward. The water could not splash in, which was reminiscent of fire ants floating in balls.
Now is a good opportunity to build a good relationship with Shi Tonghe. Diao Yiwen pushed him over, obviously to ask him to seize this opportunity. It would also be great if he could have a few words with Shi Tonghe or help Ning Chunyan.
Unfortunately, he now doubted whether his performance was a little too clumsy. He followed the crowd, and no one chased him away, and no one allowed him to talk to Shi Tonghe. Shi Tonghe didn't even notice that there was such a person following him.
Shi Tonghe has been talking to the school leaders all the way, and he has not stopped talking. There is no chance for anyone else to interrupt, not to mention Wang Zixu, even Ning Chunyan can only follow him like a vase, not too far away, showing a decent smile.
Just when Wang Zixu felt stupid all over his body, Ning Chunyan turned around to see him, smiled brightly at him, said nothing, and quickly turned back, showing that he was listening to Shi Tonghe attentively. Wang Zixu felt a little more comfortable.
The crowd walked all the way until they reached a stretched car. Shi Tonghe stopped, took the school leader's hand and said:
"Just send it here, we will discuss it in depth in the evening."
"Okay, okay." The leader smiled all over his face.
Shi Tonghe pointed to Ning Chunyan again: "You also have to come to the evening event!"
Ning Chunyan smiled like a spring breeze: "Of course. By the way, Teacher Shi, can I bring it? A member of our magazine team will go with you."
Shi Tonghe said: "Okay! What's wrong with that? You can bring all of your magazine team, and the little prince, too, and I'll see you."
Ning Chunyan said in a low voice and hastily: "Teacher Shi, the little prince is a freelance writer. His identity has not been exposed so far. I only have his contact information and have never met him in person."
Shi Tonghe didn't seem to understand what she meant for a moment. He didn't understand what Ning Chunyan said was related to what he said, so he just said expressionlessly: "Oh."
Shi Tonghe laughed and got into the back seat of the car. : "The level of NTU is very high. What else can an old man like me teach?"
"Can you come to our school to give a class next time?"
"There is a chance."
The car door closed, and everyone stood at the back of the car reluctantly raising their hands to say hello, and the car drove away.
Ning Chunyan stayed and chatted with the school leaders for a few more words. The school leaders deeply affirmed the success of Ning Chunyan magazine. Ning Chunyan said a few words modestly and highly praised the support of the school leaders and the good atmosphere of NTU.
After chatting for a long time, the two parties formally said goodbye. Wang Zixu walked behind Ning Chunyan and waved to everyone in the school. Only then did people around the school leaders realize that he was from the magazine.
Of course, no one asked Wang Zixu his name, so he waved goodbye again without any embarrassment.
Ning Chunyan remained silent and walked along the road in front of the library for a long time. After making sure that there was no one around, he threw the bag in his hand to Wang Zixu and started to vent his anger:
"He might as well not come!"
Wang Zixu knew what she was talking about and comforted him. : "Even if he only comes for a minute, he has given this face, which is already very good."
Ning Chunyan said angrily: "This is very slippery, are you here? You are here, but only for a while. No one can offend Tathagata."
Wang Zixu smiled bitterly.
When Shi Tonghe said he was coming, Ning Chunyan must have had illusions. He hoped that he could follow from beginning to end, and preferably even go on stage to speak a few words to help the little prince stand up, even if he just commented a few words.
But Shi Tonghe only came here and stood there for less than half an hour without saying a word. Even the only time he mentioned the little prince's name was when he asked him to come over for dinner, which revealed that he didn't understand the little prince at all.
Wang Zixu said: "Actually, what you said just now was not good. Shi Tonghe asked the little prince to come over for dinner. If you answer like that, it will look like you are trying to help the little prince. He doesn't understand the little prince, and will feel uncomfortable after thinking about it."
Ning Chunyan rolled her eyes at him: "Is he not feeling well? I'm not feeling well yet! He has no intention of getting to know the little prince at all, and he is not interested in his works. He just wants to see him in person. Talking to him after meeting him is not just watching him serve. ”
“In this era, it is understandable that he would even win the Nobel Prize for Literature.”
Ning Chunyan said proudly: "Then I don't care. He doesn't admit it, but some readers do. The little prince will be liked by more and more readers in the future, what about him? Can he still write anything? Huh, arrogant guy, sooner or later there will be A day he regretted. "
Wang Zixu felt numb from the bone to the skin, but his expression remained serious: "Don't tell anyone this."
"Of course I know! Isn't this a private complaint with one of our own people?"
After saying that, Ning Chunyan analyzed again: "He was late on purpose today, and he didn't really give any substantive comments. He didn't say a word. It's just that people are here. For us, , good, he has gained face and has not offended anyone;
“But if the little prince is attacked in the future and this matter comes up, he can stay out of it. He can say, ‘Although I went, I don’t have a cold myself and I don’t know much about it, so I won’t comment.’ This not only brings benefits, but also does not make any fuss. I don’t want to comment on how smooth the method is. "
Wang Zixu nodded: "Indeed. He came mainly for traffic, to give his son a platform and bring popularity. ”
"He is still covering up his son's relationship." Ning Chunyan said dissatisfied, "What do you think this is if it's not a cunning one?"
"A cunning old man." The prince sighed.
However, this method is used a lot in administration. He has seen a lot of it, so this is not too much. Some of the practices he has seen can disgust people for half a year.
Ning Chunyan said: "By the way, do you have a formal suit?"
Wang Zixu was stunned and said: "I have a very old suit, which I wore during a civil servant interview. Do I need to wear a formal suit at night?"
"Of course you have to wear it. Although he is a cunning person, we must give him 120% respect, get things done, and details cannot be ignored."
"You are quite experienced."
"Hey, my dad taught me."
Wang Zixu said: "Anyway, I have a formal suit, but wearing it to a dinner party may be a bit nondescript."
Ning Chunyan's expression changed: "Like an insurance seller?"
"My temperament is not that good..." Wang Zixu also changed his expression. To be honest, he was a little shocked.
He imagined the scene in which he put on the suit he had not worn for many years. He cut the materials in his mind, but could not form a complete impression.
Ning Chunyan said nervously: "Let's go to your house and have a look. If it doesn't work, buy one in the afternoon."
The prince said in false alarm: "Isn't it true?"
"As for this, we will do this this afternoon." Ning Chunyan said, "I was beaten during the day, and I must at least get the place back at night."
The prince hesitated to speak.
He wanted to say that everyone knew that they were very cunning, but with their little skills, could they really find a venue for the meeting?
It’s a victory if you don’t get tricked into making a fool of yourself.
Thinking of this, he became nervous again: What does Shi Tonghe mean by insisting that he attend the Spring Banquet? For some greasy old men, a beautiful literary girl like her is the most delicious dish to go with the meal, and they may be hiding something.
Wang Zixu began to beat the drum in his heart. He didn’t know whether to retreat or to step up. Anyway, he would definitely be the flower protector today, it would depend on how well he performed.
He took Ning Chunyan into his car, and Ning Chunyan remembered and asked: "Where is your home?"
"Not far."
Wang Zixu pointed to the location, and Ning Chunyan said in surprise: "How long have you been in Donghai, and you can buy a house there??" He said: "Didn't I do business with a friend before? I made some money and bought a house with Ye Lan, and the two of us repaid the loan together." "There is still such an operation?" Ning Chunyan was shocked again.
“Yes, I was surprised when I knew it could be like this at first. But after I tried it, it smelled quite good.”
Ning Chunyan’s expression suddenly became serious: “Then you are living together with Ye Lan now?”
Wang Zixu’s hand on the steering wheel froze, and he turned to look at her with a serious expression. He suddenly felt as if he had said the wrong thing.
(End of this chapter)