Chapter 200 The King of Style (6000 words)
"Miss An Younan said that she asked you to come over. Miss An Younan also said that after hearing this, you will definitely accept the proposal happily."
After the slender man finished speaking, he clasped his hands and shook his body slightly, as if he was proud of Miss An Younan's words.
But after listening to this, Wang Zixu felt that An Younan either had unclear self-understanding or unclear understanding of Zizixu. He doesn't feel "pleased" at all now, but rather a little creepy.
However, An Younan was at least certain about one thing: even if it was scary, he would have to accept this proposal with trepidation.
"Look," Sartre poked his head out from across the black car, "I'm just saying it happened! Run away!"
"Escape? Where can you escape?" The little prince in a trench coat stood on the street corner, "What can be escaped is the body, but what cannot be escaped is social relations."
"That's right. If you don't go today, she will be looking for Ning Chunyan tomorrow," Sartre turned to Zizixu and said, "You better go. If Ning Chunyan knew that you went to do an essential oil back opening for Miss An while he was not paying attention, then the matter would be big."
In fact, Wang Zixu did not do an essential oil back opening for An Younan. But he had no time to correct his misconceptions. Anyway, he was already in Slender Man's car.
The slender man was the driver. After getting in the car, he adjusted the rearview mirror, fastened his seat belt, and looked back at Wang Zixu.
"Miss An asked me to be polite. I am a rough person and don't know how to be polite, but you can relax and don't be so formal."
Wang Zixu put his hands on his knees: "I'm not formal. "
"Then why are you sitting in the middle?"
Wang Zixu was sitting in the middle of the back row. He looked to the left and right. Sartre and the little prince were sitting on both sides. Then he realized that the driver couldn't see them.
“It’s okay, I’ll just sit in the middle. I like this feeling of limitation.”
The driver looked at him suspiciously and then started the car.
Sartre said: "Miss An is quite rough in doing things."
The little prince said: "Why do you see that?"
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“She just sent one person over, what can he do? For example, if he wants to jump out of the car now, he can’t stop him.”
"Have you watched too many police and gangster movies?"
Wang Zixu didn't want to hear the two of them talking nonsense, so he asked the driver, "How did you know I was here?"
"The address was given by Miss An." The driver said, "She asked me to come, so I came. I don't know anything else."
"No, I mean, how did you know I was coming down to take out the trash at this hour?"
"I squatted at the door and waited." The driver said, "I saw you going upstairs, chased after you, missed the elevator, and then I waited downstairs."
"Then what if I If you don’t come down, what will you do?”
“I will leave at ten o’clock. I only have this salary, so I won’t stay up late.”
Wang Zixu felt that it was not in line with his world view, and the conversation was inconsistent. Although that was not what he wanted to ask, he felt a little relieved.
The moment this lanky man suddenly jumped out, he really thought that An Younan's hands and eyes could reach the sky. He was as elusive and ghostly as in Gu Long's novels. He even knew when he was taking out the trash.
"Why did Miss An come to see me so late?"
After Wang Zixu asked this question, he saw a strange smile on the driver's face in the rearview mirror.
“Hey, I never ask about the boss’s personal matters.”
Wang Zixu was very curious about what he had misunderstood, and was shocked at the same time, saying:
“If it is a private matter, I won’t go.”
"I don't care about official business. I don't know what it is." The driver quickly changed his words and had no intention of stopping.
…
The car stopped at the entrance of the "Fuxing Shangpin" community. This is one of the two most famous upper-class residential areas in Qingshan District of Donghai, the other is Yunchi Villa.
The residents here cannot be said to be either rich or noble. They can only be said to be extremely wealthy and famous. In the past, Wang Zixu had only heard of these two places. Considering the land prices, he never thought that he would have anything to do with these two places in his life.
Unexpectedly, he actually visited both communities in just one day.
The driver drove into the underground parking lot, pointed to the building number, asked him to go up, and told him to come down and look for him where he was.
So Wang Zixu took the elevator upstairs as he was told. The sightseeing elevator car rose from the ground, and the night view of the community was unobstructed. Except for the dark greenery and the small lights dotted on the side of the road, Wang Zixu looked left and right. It felt like Yunchi Villa, it was still like a maze.
Nowadays, high-end residential areas have separated people and vehicles to keep the ground clean and orderly, and then make the roads on the ground winding and winding, with various mountains and hills to hide people's eyes and ears.
Wang Zixu couldn't help but sigh: The richer people are, the more they pay attention to privacy, and even regard privacy as a virtue. The old and poor people who live on the first, second and third floors of the small flat facing the street, even the underwear they show that day are known to passersby, of course they are not qualified to have this virtue.
When we arrived at the door, the person who opened the door was a strange woman with a cold expression, wearing a black hip skirt, black stockings, and cotton slippers. Seeing Wang Zixu coming, he simply said:
“There are shoe covers in the shoe cabinet.”
The shoe covers are made of white fabric, very thin, and there is no plastic bag that makes a rustling sound and reduces the style. The interior of the house is decorated in a high-end modern style. Entering the living room, it feels even more magnificent.
An Younan sat on the brown leather sofa, hugging his legs, staring at Wang Zixu, his eyes rolling.
“It’s presumptuous to invite you over so late, Teacher Wang.” An Younan said.
When Wang Zixu saw the strange woman, he felt a sense of luck. He felt that his affairs might not have been exposed. He tried his best to pretend to be serious but reserved like yesterday:
"It's such a good night. It’s time to go to bed early. Since you feel presumptuous, you shouldn’t invite me over like this; since you’re already here, don’t say any more polite words.”
An Younan smiled, grinning, showing his white teeth, and his smile was very sweet:
"I would say that Teacher Wang is a very chic person, and he is worthy of being an author that my teacher praised highly."
The strange woman on the side took a sip of tea, nodded slightly, and stared at Wang Zixu, her eyes seemed to be weighing a product.
An Younan kicked off his slippers and put his legs on the sofa: "Sorry, I am more relaxed at home. I just didn't want to talk to you seriously so I invited you to my house. You don't mind, do you?"
"No Mind."
"That's great." An Younan pointed to the woman next to him, "Let me introduce you, this is Duan Xiaosang, a well-known matchmaker in the industry."
Duan Xiaosang spat at her: "What matchmaker? You are talking nonsense again."
"Being a matchmaker for writers and institutions, what is it but a matchmaker?" An Younan lay on the armrest of the sofa and laughed, "I don't like the term broker."
"I'm not a broker. I just put the right resources in the right place." It’s just a position.”
An Younan said: “Okay, to be honest, Teacher Wang Zixu, I think every author should have a friend like Duan Xiaosang. Making friends with her can change the trajectory of a writer’s life.”
“This is a bit too much.” Duan Xiaosang pushed up his glasses.
"No. If you want to give an example, Xiao Sang herself is an example." An Younan leaned lazily on the sofa and said, "Most of the emerging martial arts generation that became popular all over the country 10 years ago have been reduced to children. You have to worry about going to school and saving money on fuel. Look at how cool Xiao Sang is. She lives in the same community as me, has access to top resources, and earns 7 figures a year. Do you know why she can do this? ”
Hearing the other party’s annual income, Wang Zixu unconsciously lowered his head and asked cooperatively: “Why?”
“It relies on copyright to operate.” An Younan said, “Books, movies, peripherals, audio...these are the core competitiveness that makes one’s writing valuable. How much money can one earn just by writing? Which writer survives on royalties?”
Wang Zixu asked softly: "Miss An, do you want to introduce Miss Duan to me as a friend?"
"I can only introduce her to you. As for whether we can become friends, it depends on whether you can provide corresponding value."< /p>
Duan Xiaosang took the initiative to extend his hand to Wang Zixu: "Let me introduce myself formally. I am the editor-in-chief of "Fenghua" magazine, and I also do copyright operations."
Wang Zixu shook her hand with confusion.
Duan Xiaosang added: "I have a very good relationship with Xiao Mengyin. She often talks about you to me."
An Younan's eyes widened: "Xiao Mengyin also knows him?"
"Yes, I didn't say that?" Duan Xiaosang drank water.
“No wonder.” An Younan blinked, with a fleeting hint of cunning in his eyes.
Wang Zixu clenched his fist and asked: "I don't know much about copyright operations. What value do I have for Miss Duan to take a fancy to?"
An Younan adjusted his sitting posture: "Don't you want to talk to Miss Duan about the publication of "Fire in the Stone"?"< /p>
Wang Zixu asked calmly: "Isn't it too early to talk about publishing now?"
"It's not early, you can even say it's a little late." Duan Xiaosang said, "Isn't the seminar on your work about to start?"
Wang Zixu was stunned: "How did you know?"
He still had Pu Yuyang, a classmate, to know the news in advance about what the editorial department of "Get" had just decided. How did she know?
Duan Xiaosang took a sip of coffee carelessly and did not answer Wang Zixu’s question just now. It seemed that she just mentioned something not very important and said:
“It’s hard to get an ISBN now. For an amateur like you who has never published a book, if you want to get into publishing, in addition to paying for it at your own expense, you have to either win a prize or be praised by an authoritative magazine.
"Some relatively new publishing houses must have been eyeing you. The reason why they haven't come to you yet is because the seminar has not started yet and they are still hesitating. When the seminar starts, they will negotiate a contract with you."
Wang Zixu nodded: "I see."
Duan Xiaosang said: "But If you rush to negotiate a contract at that time, you will definitely be in trouble, and the terms you get will definitely not be good."
Wang Zixu asked: "Why?"
Duan Xiaosang did not answer, stood up, took a new book wrapped in plastic from the bookshelf next to the TV, and handed it over.
Wang Zixu took it in his hand and saw that it was printed on the waist:
""Yesterday's Star"——
"Xiangxiao Reading Annual Award, first prize work
"Yan Zishan (writer) , Zhang Qiaoyun (writer), Gu Zao (writer), Xiao Mengyin (writer), Murong Yan (writer) unanimously recommended
“Shi Shuqiu may be the most anticipated young writer this year. ——Yanzi Mountain"
"..."
After reading, the prince raised his face expressionlessly.
Duan Xiaosang came over, stretched out his finger, clicked on those lines and said:
"Awards, celebrity recommendations, and personal praise from heavyweight writers. If you want your book to sell well, the contract conditions are good. These are necessary conditions, otherwise it will not be easy to sell."
Wang Zixunran put Shi Shuqiu's "masterpiece" on the coffee table. An Younan sat sideways on the sofa, her legs elegantly placed aside, looking at him with a smile.
“I have never heard of the Xiangxiao Reading Award.”
“This is a small award, and you can have one with 200,000 yuan. , invite a few people with low appearance fees to come out and praise us," Duan Xiaosang said, "But this is necessary. Do you think that if you don't care about anything and just rush to get a jade, everything will be fine?"
Wang Zixu sat down honestly. He really thought so.
"The Fei Shi Literary Award is not that easy to win," An Younan said with a smile, "The Fei Shi Literary Award is a relatively commercial award. They spend millions to run a competition. If they can't get back their money, they will definitely quit."
Take a look at the unmistakable version!
Duan Xiaosang continued: "It means that when they evaluate the awards, the nominated works must have considerable traffic and popularity. You can go and take a look now. Several recommended candidate works are either about to be released as physical books, or the books are already on the market."
An Younan added: "I heard that many people will spend a lot of money to operate in order to win this award. I also have a lot of money. Tell me, if I use my pocket money to operate it, can I win the first prize next year?"
Duan Xiaosang said: "You can get it if you are nominated. Their competition team also has a face. Who spent two million on activities last year, and in the end, it was not Xiao Mengyin who single-handedly won it?" Won the first prize? ”
An Younan said with a smile: “Isn’t it because you are good friends with her?”
“You want to win the prize? , just relying on activities without some real skills is not enough; not doing anything at all is not enough," Duan Xiaosang said, "After all, it is others who have the final say on whether your writing is good or not."
The prince rubbed his empty hands on his thighs, his palms a little sweaty: "Then how to move?"
"There is a way to move, it's not just stupid and stupid to waste money."
Duan Xiaosang said something ambiguous, which sounded correct, but in fact it contained no information.
Wang Zixu thought about it at first. After thinking about it, he realized that the previous content was all free content, and the following content was a unique secret book. It was not a guest, and it was easy to hear it.
An Younan said to Wang Zixu with a smile: "Teacher Wang Zixu, let me interrupt. It just so happens that Duan Xiaosang and I are looking for someone recently."
Here we come. Wang Zixu cheered up. It seems that we are about to enter the meaty part.
"We searched and searched, and finally found that the clues are all on your side. I just want to take the liberty of asking if you can share them with me?"
Wang Zixu said: "Who are you looking for?"
"Little prince." The smile on An Younan's face did not change.
Wang Zixu tried hard to restrain the expression on his face: "What are you looking for him for?"
"Of course it's a good thing." An Younan said.
"Oh -" the prince nodded, "The little prince is also what you call an 'amateur'. He may need copyright management more than me."
"Yes. Yes. That's it." An Younan nodded, and the smile on his face became brighter, "You must have his contact information, right?"
"I'm just an ordinary editor, and it's not a matter of contacting the little prince. Our editor-in-chief Ning is in charge..."
"You are not just an ordinary editor," Duan Xiaosang said, "Zhang Xixi, do you know me?"
"...We know each other."
"She told me that she made an appointment with the little prince for an exclusive text interview, and it was you who introduced him."
Wang Zixu sweated slightly on his back: "Is this happening? I should have asked Editor Ning..."
"What a coincidence, I talked to Ning Chunyan, but she knew nothing about it." An Younan said.
Wang Zixu fell into silence.
“Teacher Wang Zixu,” An Younan suddenly said, “Do you like Miss Ning Chunyan?”
“Ah?” Wang Zixu looked up in surprise.
An Younan looked at his expression and immediately had the answer: "You should be clear about what we just said, right? Xiao Sang can help you manage the copyright. If you want to win the Feishi Literary Award, get a better publishing contract, and even continue to develop the copyright in depth in the future, her help will obviously be more beneficial to your personal development.
"But why don't you admit that you know the little prince? I know that Little Prince is an important core competitiveness of your magazine, but your loyalty to your magazine is too high, right? How much is your editor's salary? So I think you must be so 'loyal' because you like Ning Chunyan, right? "
Duan Xiaosang was also quite curious about this conclusion. He looked at the two of them blankly, then leaned over and asked, "Does he have it? ”
"It doesn't look like much." An Younan put his hand on his chin.
“It has nothing to do with loyalty,” Wang Zixu said. “The little prince doesn’t like to be disturbed by others. He just wants to create quietly. He gave us his contact information, which is a trust in us. I don’t want to live up to this. Trust, nothing more."
Sartre raised his fist: "You are confused! Why did you promise him?"
The little prince was silent.
Sartre shook the little prince: "Hey, tell me something, even the Philippe Prize for Literature is so difficult. Do you really think he is qualified to win the Nobel Prize for Literature?"
The little prince was still silent.
An Younan sighed deeply.
“We are really not a family. If you don’t enter the same family, you and that Ning Chunyan are so rigid that they seem to have come out of the same mold.”
She jumped off the sofa, stood up, hooked her finger at Wang Zixu, and said, "Come with me."
Duan Xiaosang also stood up, and An Younan Stopped her: "Xiao Sang, sit down for a moment, I'll talk to him alone."
Wang Zixu became even more nervous: "Is there anything we can't talk about publicly?"
"You understand," An Younan turned her face and stared at him speechlessly with her dark eyes, "You should not want to make this matter public, not me."
The glimmer of hope that Wang Zixu had just raised was shattered.
Following An Younan into the study, the woman turned around and closed the door, then turned around, leaned against the door, and stared into his eyes.
“Does it look good?”
“Ah?” the prince replied blankly.
“Let me ask you, does my body look good?” An Younan said, “Smooth, white, and graceful lines, do you feel good about it?”
Wang Zixu held on to his last hope and pretended to be stupid: "What are you talking about?"
An Younan pointed at his face angrily and funny: "Does it say idiot on it?"
"Huh?"
"Let me ask you, do I have the word 'idiot' written on my face?"
"No..."
Wang Zixu was not frightened because An Younan knew about it. What shocked him was that someone like her could actually say the vulgar word "idiot".
It is completely different from the previous impression.
"Then I don't have the word "idiot" written on my face. How do you think I don't know you sneaked into the room where we are doing spa?" An Younan said, "You are the only man on the whole floor. Do you think you can really hide it?"
Wang Zixu’s heart completely sank to the bottom of the sea, and he could only look up at the sky.
"Can I explain, that is a misunderstanding..."
"No." An Younan said, "A philosopher, right? A dough kneader, right? 'Put the weight of your body into my body.' Right? ‘I will ascend the throne and be the king of the wind’, right?”
An Younan stretched out his hand and repeated a sentence, then slapped Wang Zixu on the face. After finishing the sentence, Wang Zixu inevitably had a few red marks on his cheeks, and his eyes were filled with shock.
“Why are you so surprised? Do you really think I’m too stupid to notice?” An Younan asked breathlessly.
"No, I think you actually remembered Adonis's poems," Wang Zixu said, "His poems are so good, it's not worth my reading."
An Younan had a strange expression, biting his lip, as if he wanted to laugh, but also wanted to get angry, but in the end he sighed as if giving up, put his hands on his hips, pointed at him and said:
"Let me tell you, I have seriously considered sending you to the bureau. The thought of touching you with essential oil makes me feel sick."
"I said stop," Wang Zixu said, "I didn't touch you. From the beginning to the end, I was separated by a towel and did not have any physical contact with you."
"I know! Otherwise you would be in the situation now! I mean almost!" An Younan said in a very bad tone, "How dare you? I'm such a fool. This has never happened to me. I just treated you with courtesy first and then followed up with you. It was already a great kindness. You don't know how to praise me!"
Wang Zixu was afraid that she would hit her again. He came over and put his hand on his chest. When An Younan saw how useless he looked, he laughed angrily:
"Hurry up and hand over the contact information of the little prince. I am willing to waste so much time on you, a coquettish scholar. This is enough to praise you. Don't force me to first salute, then attack, then attack, then attack again, and finally drop an atomic bomb to kill you!"
An Younan clenched her fists and burst out shockingly terrifying lines from her mouth, but her voice was too soft, making it sound misplaced and funny.
Wang Zixu stood up straight and sighed: "Sorry, I really can't give you the little prince's contact information."
"You really want to go to jail, right?"
(End of this chapter)