Chapter 189 Without investigation, there is no right to speak
The smell of An Younan's body is still getting into his nose. Unfortunately, Wang Zixu is not a noble and troubled young man, otherwise he can casually tell that this is Oulon's citrus MSG cologne. I like this tail note, which just matches the atmosphere at this time.
An Younan was still enthusiastic: "The teacher said that he was originally annoyed that your work grabbed the headlines, but after reading it, he felt that it was reasonable. You have to know that the teacher is usually very arrogant, but he is not the kind of person who would admit defeat verbally. I was curious at the time and took a look at your work. Hehe, how did you write "Fire in the Stone"?"
An Younan is not a girl with a strong sense of boundaries. She stomps her steps with a small jump, and the hand holding him almost touches her chest.
Wang Zixu calmly broke away from her hand: "Who is your teacher?"
I don't know why, but as soon as he said these words, the expressions of Zhou Qingqing and others on the side changed, as if he had said something very strange.
"No, you don't know who Miss An's teacher is? Don't you never get in touch with the latest information?" Jiang Mengyao found the opportunity to interrupt.
Wang Zixu is not convinced by saying this. In fact, Wang Zixu cares about the latest information more than anyone else. He even regularly checks the Nobel Prize odds list to see if there are any new names. But if he retorted at this time, "Who is Miss An's teacher, why do I have to know?" it would be a bit too low in emotional intelligence.
An Younan was also a little surprised that he didn't know the relationship between the characters, but her expression recovered after only a moment of shake. She bit her lip and said seriously:
"I'm sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is An Younan, and my teacher is Gu Zao, who is on the front page of this issue of "Get" but has no headlines."
Wang Zixu was finally surprised. Gu Zao's name has become familiar to him over and over again recently. As a competitor who is very likely to be a candidate for the Nobel Prize, he later secretly tried his best and read the other person's works. He had to admit that in terms of productivity and spirituality, although this person did not make him despair, he did not dare to underestimate him.
He was shocked that this guy could actually accept such a beautiful female disciple. And he still doesn't understand: Even if Gu Zao has been famous for a long time, I don't necessarily need to know every one of his beautiful female apprentices, right?
Ning Chunyan cleared her throat, secretly poked Wang Zixu in the waist, and said:
"Miss An is now the face of Xunyi Company, isn't it? By becoming your teacher, are you paving the way for Xunyi's recent cultural strategy?"
An Younan smiled brightly: "Only Miss Ning can be so keen. We do think so."
After saying that, she quickly added: "But this is not a face project, I really want to learn something!"
Of course, this matter is actually a face project. If literature can be taught and learned, then the great writers of the past and present should be passed down from family to generation, just like the princes and nobles. But this is not the case.
Literature still requires some talent and spirituality.
Zhou Qingqing raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled at Wang Zixu: "The news about Miss An's recent apprenticeship has been on the hot search. It has been making a lot of noise recently. Everyone was talking about it just now, but you didn't know about it, so everyone was surprised. Teacher Wang Zixu doesn't usually read the news?"
Wang Zixu nodded: "I don't see much."
Jiang Mengyao said: "Zhang Qian also told me that you are a bit self-isolated. Don't writers have to draw on reality? If you don't read hot news, how can you write down-to-earth works?"
Wang Zixu said: "Watch the news, but not the hot spots, and there is too much complicated information."
Jiang Mengyao pouted: "Miss An's apprenticeship is a major event in the literary world, right? If you didn't read it, wouldn't you even know about it? Is this also complicated information?"
She thought she was helping An Younan gain face, but An Younan didn't think so. She stroked her long hair and said, "I saw Wang Zixu The teacher's "Fire in the Stone" feels like in the long river of history, what is my little news? Just a tiny plankton. "
Wang Zi waved his hand: "No, as she said, I am indeed closed."
Jiang Mengyao pouted, her expression unconvinced.
So the party resumed its activities, everyone sat down and started chatting about home affairs.
After chatting for a while, Wang Zixu found out that the so-called "An Younan is the face of Xunyi" refers to the fact that An Younan not only serves as a senior executive at Xunyi, but also serves as an image spokesperson. And not only is the news about her apprenticeship, her traffic itself has been overwhelming. This sweet and lovely girl already has a popular foundation based on her appearance. No wonder Jiang Mengyao feels that he has never heard of it. She is really an ape.
But the only social media on Wang Zixu’s phone is Wenyan App (if this is considered social media). He has accurately avoided all the communication arrows shot at him by the modern media, resulting in knowing nothing about An Younan and even never hearing his name. In fact, if he went out more often, he would definitely be able to see An Younan's giant face on billboards all over shopping malls.
However, the center of this meeting became Wang Zixu. An Younan pulled Wang Zixu and asked many questions, such as where did the inspiration for "Fire in the Stone" come from? What difficulties did you encounter during the writing process? How did you develop your writing skills so well? How long do you plan to write? ...
Adhering to the principle of "talking less to show depth", Wang Zixu tried to keep his answers as short as possible. Naturally, he did not mention a word about the disagreements between him and Shi Tonghe. He spoke briefly, but Ning Chunyan helped him fill in the key points, such as the difficulty of writing novels.
Although she didn’t speak much, An Younan felt like she had heard a vivid and interesting story after listening to it. She sighed with satisfaction and put her hands on her knees: "I didn’t expect that "Fire in the Stone" was written with such effort. If my teacher knew about it, he would definitely not be so sorry anymore."
After that, she turned around and asked: "Ning Cainnu, Speaking of which, Teacher Wang Zixu must be a very popular person now, right? "
Ning Chunyan smiled: "I don't need to dig him out, he is my editor, so I gave him two months of leave."
Zhou Qingqing reminded in a soft voice: "Teacher Wang Zixu won the first place in the Xihe Literary Society before. Miss Ning was the judge at that time. I am afraid she noticed it at that time, right?"
Ning Chunyan was not as guilty as she thought, but smiled and said, "I knew him earlier."
An Younan blinked: "You knew him before the cultural meeting?"
"When I met him, he had never published a single article." Ning Chunyan said, "At that time, he was so timid that he didn't know how to submit a novel after he wrote it. I suggested that he submit his debut novel to "Yangtze River", so that he dared to try it , and ended up on the front page of "Yangtze River", which was the first step. "
"Ha." After Ning Chunyan finished speaking, Jiang Mengyao sneered. Ning Chunyan glanced at her and ignored her.
An Younan took out a small notebook from his breast pocket, and then took out a very thin pen. He held the pen carefully with his cherry-pink manicure and asked: "Which issue of "Yangtze River" did Wang Zixu appear in? I have to write it down and go back to read it."
"I remember it was the August issue, which was printed by Xihe Wenhui in the same month."
"Heh." Jiang Mengyao sneered again, this time the sound was louder, and the people around him couldn't help but notice.
While An Younan was writing down his notes in his notebook, he asked: "I have to take a closer look. Is it the first time I submitted an article and it was published in "Yangtze River"?"
Wang Zixu took a sip of tea: "Actually, I am the first When I applied for the first time, I applied for a magazine that was impossible to obtain at the time. ”
“"Get" ”
"Haha..." An Younan covered his mouth and laughed, his eyes rolled up, "But you still boarded "Get"."
Wang Zixu put down the cup and nodded: "Yes, I still boarded."
"'You have to believe that the beauty in life will never be lost because of missing it, it is just dormant somewhere, waiting for you to get off. A visit’. ”
The prince smiled and said, “What a wonderful sentence.”
An Younan stuck out his tongue and said, “I wrote it myself, old man. "Teacher, please tap the brick lightly."
I have to admit that although the label "Caiyuan" is a negative point for Wang Zixu, I have to admit that An Younan is a very lovable girl.
An Younan turned around again: "Sister Ning has a sharp eye and can actually pick up talents before they emerge, I admire her!"
Ning Chunyan was finally held. He covered his mouth and smiled sincerely: "Hahaha, other people only buy blue chip stocks, but I always buy potential stocks. Maybe I am good at stock trading?"
Zhou Qingqing also smiled and said: "It's a pity that our country If we don’t give awards to editors, I believe Editor-in-Chief Ning will definitely win the first prize.”
“Sister Ning must have faced a lot of doubts before, right? Now Teacher Wang Zixu has successfully won the award. It must be a great feeling to have all those doubts disappear overnight. ”
“What’s the point?”
Wang Zixu was somewhat stunned as he watched a group of women complimenting each other. He finally understood why Ning Chunyan brought him here - she also had a need to show off.
And he felt that the lines Ning Chunyan said seemed to have passed through her mind countless times. Maybe she had wanted to say it in front of him for a long time, but she just lacked a suitable opportunity.
However, he didn’t mind letting her take the opportunity to pretend. Who makes them a golden partner?
Just as they were enjoying themselves, a discordant voice suddenly broke in:
"I just want to ask Ning Cainv, in the literary circle, is there any nepotism and promoting one's own relatives and friends as talented and famous people?"
When Jiang Mengyao spoke, everyone paused for a moment and looked away.
“Yes.” Ning Chunyan replied frankly, “Not only yes, there are quite a few.”
The figure of a certain person flashed through her and Wang Zixu’s minds at the same time.
Jiang Mengyao then sneered: "Then a talented woman like you, who serves as a judge at the Xihe Literary Society, should avoid suspicion? Just now you kept saying that the selection of that literary society was fair and just, but now you are confessing that you and the first place have been together for a long time I know, I really... I really don’t understand your thoughts."
Ning Chunyan said: "I just said that Yanzishan gave high marks that time. Do you mean that you even doubted Yanzishan?"
Jiang Mengyao said: "Are there any low scores?"
"Everyone's aesthetic orientation is different, and the judges' scores will of course be high or low."
"Then it's over." Jiang Mengyao spread her hands, "I understand everyone."
"Sorry? I don't understand what you want to express."
"Do you really don't understand? Haha, I think I expressed it very clearly."
This person's logic is getting weirder and weirder, and Ning Chunyan feels that talking to her is a headache:
"To be honest, the second place in the Xihe Literary Society was also my editor. If you want to question the results of the literary society, it's not up to you to question it. Why don't I give you her contact information and you can chat?"
Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger, Zhou Qingqing came out to smooth things over and said, "How about we stop talking about this topic?"
Ning Chunyan said: " No, I want to talk. She means that I acted as a judge for favoritism. This is a very serious accusation. I want to make it clear. What evidence does she have for saying this? "
Jiang Mengyao pursed her lips. , folded his arms, took a defensive posture, paused, and then said: "I don't want to ask about the second place in that literary competition, I just want to ask the first place, do you think you deserve the first place?"
For a moment, all eyes were focused on Wang Zixu’s face.
Do you deserve your first place?
Strangely, when asked this question, his first reaction was not anger, nor confusion, nor sadness.
He felt very bitter.
He has never taken the first place in his life. Even in that public institution, the second place was filled in. The first place was too poor and he went to Donghai.
He did not work hard on other things, but he was serious about writing, as evidenced by the Nobel Prize-winning books in his house. Those words and the author's name are always lingering in my mind while I'm breathing.
In fact, to this day, he still feels that getting the first place in the literary competition that day was like a dream. Most of what happened that day has been forgotten, only Chen Qingluo personally putting the medal on him is still fresh in his memory. He was also in a trance, feeling that it was unreal that he won the first place.
But why are you asking me this question? Why not ask Shi Shuqiu, ask those people, do they think they deserve it? Do they have the confidence to work hard enough to deserve the rewards?
“I think every reader has his or her own number one, just like when the Nobel Prize list is announced every year, I will have a better candidate in my heart.” Wang Zixu said.
Jiang Mengyao raised the corners of her mouth slightly and raised her head high.
"But the premise is that that person must be a reader." Wang Zixu said, "If a person has not even read my work, why should he question me?
"If you have read it, even if you accuse me of writing a piece of shit, I will think about it seriously, but you have not read it, so why do you make irresponsible remarks? Without investigation, you have no right to speak. If you have not read the book, you should not express opinions casually.
"If you have not seen my work, then you are not questioning the work, but questioning your own prejudice. You are fighting your own prejudice, and then use your prejudice to kill the imaginary me, and you are complacent. How can I prove myself? Let you win. Because you live in your own world, you are invincible in your own world."
After saying this in one breath, Wang Zixu realized that his previous plan to "pretend to be an expert without talking" with Ning Chunyan had completely failed because he had talked too much.
But Jiang Mengyao stopped talking and stared at him. The other girls also stopped their movements and looked directly at him.
“Ahem.” An Younan’s face turned pale, “We won’t discuss this topic anymore. I’m going to change clothes.”
“ I’ll go too.”
…
“Changing clothes” is the elegant name for going to the toilet, which is what the ancients called “changing clothes”. Talented ladies have to be subtle even in their actions.
The ladies all left in one breath. While they were going to the toilet, Wang Zixu was still thinking about whether he had lost his temper again. When the ladies all came back, everyone found that someone was missing.
"Miss Jiang is gone." Zhou Qingqing told An Younan, "She left secretly, the front desk said so."
"It's good to leave. If she doesn't leave by herself, I will ask her to leave." An Younan's face still looked ugly, "Who brought her in? We are here You shouldn’t keep such a member. Tell the front desk not to let her in in the future.” Zhou Qingqing said: “I also think she is a bit strange, and I can’t discuss it with her. I thought it was just that I couldn’t talk to her.”
Others around her nodded in agreement. It seemed that she was not the only one who thought so.
After she finished speaking, she leaned into An Younan's ear and said something. After An Younan heard this, his brows relaxed and he said: "I see. That's not surprising. It's right not to let her come in the future."
Wang Zixu was stunned for a long time, but he smiled after he breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he had messed up again. Unexpectedly, An Younan's livid face was not because of him, but because she was unhappy with Jiang Mengyao.
(End of this chapter)