Chapter 203 Who is the more domineering one?
After Wang Zixu left, the smell left in the room was suspicious.
Duan Xiaosang stood at the door and tasted his actions. Suddenly it felt a little unpredictable.
At first, she felt that he was just an ordinary literary young man, no different from the literary associates she had met before, especially in terms of his high self-esteem.
She said something that smelled like copper, and she could clearly see the desire in the other person's eyes, but she didn't expect that he was so difficult to deal with, and his will was so strong and contradictory.
But what really left her guessing was An Younan's attitude - what kind of poetry can make people fall asleep while talking about it?
Somewhat uneasy, she gently pushed open the study door. An Younan's posture remained the same as when she came just now. It seemed that he was not pretending to sleep.
Some imaginative scenes suddenly appeared in her mind - secret room plots such as Detective Conan and Kindaichi, where someone left and left a body - and suddenly she felt insecure.
She walked to An Younan and took a closer look. She was fine and still energetic. His breathing was even, his expression was calm, and there was even a warm smile on his face, as if he had experienced something wonderful before going to bed.
The well-proportioned legs are crossed, a slender wrist rests on the side of the cheek, and the cheeks are pink. It should be said that it is the image endorsement of Xunyi. Just sleeping here is as sweet and tempting as a small cake.
Duan Xiaosang was quite emotional. A wolf-like enterprise like Xunyi had a lot of messy people. Fortunately, she had such an identity and background. Otherwise, she would have been snatched away by a jackal in a place like that without any defense at all.
Duan Xiaosang wanted to cover her with a quilt. When he turned his head, he saw two small white snakes on the ground. He was startled. When he got closer, he saw that they were An Younan's socks.
This is even more suspicious... No, this is more reasonable.
She decided to wake up An Younan.
"Xiaonan, Xiaonan, wake up."
After being shaken awake, the woman who had been disturbed from her dream looked very unhappy. She looked at her and condemned her with her eyes.
"Are you okay? Why did you fall asleep here?"
"Where is the little prince?" said the woman who was dizzy from sleep.
"You haven't woken up from your dream yet? Aren't you asking him about the little prince? By the way, have you asked?"
An Younan's eyes slowly met. Jiao, his eyes became clear, and he asked: "Where is Wang Zixu?"
"He's gone."
"When did you leave?"
“I must have been gone for about 10 minutes.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“You were sleeping soundly at that time.”
“You should have called me.”
After An Younan said that, he jumped down from the chair, looked for slippers on the ground with his bare feet, put them on, and went to the wine cabinet to pour himself a glass of juice.
“Did you ask?” Duan Xiaosang asked.
“What are you asking?”
“Little prince! Weren’t you still mumbling when you just woke up?”
“Oh.”
An Younan responded as if he had just woken up from a dream, his eyes kept rolling in his eye sockets. After a long time, he continued:
"I asked, but it means I didn't ask."
Duan Xiaosang blinked: "What do you mean?"
"Alas."
An Younan sighed and drank the juice melancholy. This moment made Duan Xiaosang anxious to death, just like when drinking milk tea, the straw was blocked by pearls at the first sip.
"Xiaonan, you finally found the clues, and you agreed to share the results with me?"
An Younan reached out and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry. I'm thinking."
"What are you thinking about?"
An Younan sucked the straw and said after a while: "I have the little prince's contact information, but in a flash We broke up with each other soon."
Duan Xiaosang was like a milk tea straw that was finally unblocked, and kept saying: "Then give me his contact information, I don't believe that I can't impress him. "
An Younan just shook his head: "No, you can't impress him"
"I can."
p>“If you can’t impress me, I can’t be impressed either.”
“Let me try.”
"Don't argue, I'm thinking about how to deal with him."
An Younan walked away by himself, stood in front of the French window, looked at the dim night scene outside the window, and said in a faint tone: "The main thing is that he is not short of money."
"The little prince should not be poor."
"No. , He is very poor. But he is not short of money. There are two different things. "
Duan Xiaosang asked: "What kind of person is he?"
An Younan thought for a moment with his eyes flashed, and said: "Stubborn, boring, like a middle-aged man who has not grown up."
Duan Xiaosang nodded. Then he asked: "Are you handsome?"
"It's okay. At least I don't hate it. When you show your face, you won't lose makeup when you show your face."
"Why do you feel like you've seen a real person with your own eyes?"
"No."
An Younan shook his head in the negative and said to her calmly. : "Trivia, there is something called a photo in this world."
"So when are you going to introduce him to me?"
"Wait. Wait. If I introduce him to you now, I will only alert the enemy."
An Younan was thoughtful, she was completely awake. Duan Xiaosang looked at her eagerly from behind.
Poor Duan Xiaosang, she couldn’t even think of it, there was nothing to alert the snake. The snake is the grass, and the grass is the snake.
“Zixu’s works must be shortlisted for the Fei Shi Award, right? Then this year’s Fei Shi Award may be added to the national collection, right?”
“Well, what’s wrong?” Duan Xiaosang didn’t understand why she suddenly mentioned Zizixu again.
An Younan smiled faintly.
The prince wanted to get the jade, and so did everyone else. Where there are many monks and few people, there will be competition, and where there is competition, there will be conflicts.
Having enough money and being poor are two different things. But as long as there are poor people in the world who dare to think that they are not short of money, sooner or later they will be severely educated by reality.
An Younan had a plan in mind. She couldn't wait.
Duan Xiaosang looked at her smile with sadness and couldn't help but shudder.
An Younan broke her promise and said she would not give it, so she had no choice but to admit it. Who asked her to be Miss An?
But she was not discouraged.
At least she had a solid clue: Wang Zixu did know where the little prince was and was familiar with him.
And from all aspects, Wang Zixu has many weaknesses. She doesn't worry about the other party not coming to find her.
…
When Ye Lan set out for the company the next day, he was already on the verge of being late.
She went to bed too early yesterday and woke up at four in the morning. She lay in bed and played with her mobile phone for an hour. She fell asleep again and woke up at half past eight.
Sitting in the car, as soon as he fastened his seat belt, the passenger door opened, Wang Zixu sat in and said, "Just give me a kick."
Ye Lan was startled: "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to the company."
"What for?"
"Let's talk to Zuo Ziliang about the script."
"Oh."
Ye Lan started the car and drove out of the basement expressionlessly. When the sun shone in, she saw that her face was a little red. "Yes." ”
“Hey, if we go to work together, will it look like a couple?”
“No, if we are a couple, I should be the one driving.”
Ye Lan kept smoothing his hair with his hands, as if he wanted to smooth out his mood. But it's a pity that Wang Zixu's mind is not on this. His mind is full of thoughts, thinking about how to show off with Zuo Ziliang later.
“I also want to talk to Zuo Ziliang,” Ye Lan said, “The community has become less active day by day.”
Wang Zixu turned to her and asked: “Have the number of users decreased?”
“From the data Look, it hasn’t decreased, but since Qingyan was acquired by Xunyi, there has been a lot of turmoil there, and we must have been affected a little bit." After a pause, Ye Lan said again: "Our data should increase. If it doesn’t, there is something wrong. "
This news was neither good nor bad, but Wang Zixu felt a little worried in his heart, like a smell that could not be traced from, floating in the air, appearing and disappearing, seeming to indicate that danger was approaching.
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"We should also expand our publicity." Wang Zixu said.
"It's useless. How can you burn more money than Xunyi. Moreover, how do you know that we didn't burn it?"
Wang Zixu turned his head in surprise: "Really?"
"Yes, didn't you find that our dividends have become less?"
Wang Zixu really didn’t notice this. With the recent war and chaos, he hadn't paid attention to Wen Ai's operations for a long time.
Ye Lan said: "Our average cost of maintaining a user used to be 8 cents, but now it has risen to 1.5 yuan. If this continues, our profits will be so thin that we lose money in business."
Wang Zixu did not expect the situation to be so serious, and asked: "We won't be able to pay off the mortgage in the end, right?"
Ye Lan said: "It seems that we haven't reached that point yet, but I can only say that this possibility cannot be ruled out."
Wang Zixu was silent for a long time. Ye Lan turned to look at him and laughed: "Why are you so solemn? I'm kidding, the current momentum is so good, can it really bring down the company?"
"Have you ever considered giving up your shares? Sell it? "
Ye Lan was surprised and said: "To whom? Selling it to you?" "No, I mean, if someone offers a good price, have you considered selling it?"
Seeing that his expression was terrifyingly serious, Ye Lan swallowed and said, "It depends on the price. It must be a number big enough that I won't have to work for half my life. Look, my resume is not glamorous, and the company's momentum is pretty good now. I must sell it at a good price before I am willing to sell it."
Wang Zixu nodded and said nothing.
“Why do you ask this suddenly?”
“Nothing. I just think that in business, if the situation is really bad, cashing out at a high point is also an excellent strategy, right?”
“Of course.”
Ye Lan turned to look at him and said with a smile: "If everyone really disperses and you have a new project in the future, you have to take me with you."
Wang Zi nodded.
…
Wang Zixu still remembered the impression he had when he first met Zuo Ziliang - at that time, he had a shaved head and wore a leather jacket. He looked like he was either a member of the literary and art circles or a second-rate person.
I still have the same impression now, but since I learned that he has a wife and a daughter, and a happy family, I have been somewhat impressed by him.
After sending Ye Lan away, Wang Zixu went into Zuo Ziliang’s office alone. Seeing him, Zuo Ziliang looked away from the computer.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to talk to you alone.”
“Why are you so solemn?”< /p>
“I heard that you talked to An Younan about selling Wenwen Company.”
Zuo Ziliang stood up and took out the office furniture. The shutters were closed and the door was closed. She looked back at him with a serious expression:
“Have you met her?”
“Yes. "
"What did she tell you?"
"Basically everything."
Zuo Ziliang sat down, sighed heavily, and folded his hands.
“Then tell me what you think.”
His expression did not look like a suspect caught by Wang Zixu in a private transaction, but like a boss dealing with an employee’s request for a salary increase.
Wang Zixu has never been a very good negotiator, but this time he will not be the guest again. He sat down directly on the sofa.
“What I want to hear is your idea.” He said, “What do you think?”
Zuo Ziliang said: "Hasn't my idea always changed? To become bigger and stronger, create greater glory, serve users with love, and create value with literature, hasn't my idea always been like this?"
Wang Zixu said: "I thought your idea was to make money from users by flirting with others."
"This is not Contradiction. My friend. This is not a contradiction. "
Zuo Ziliang stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "How big is the difference between literature and coquettishness?"
"At least it's bigger than the difference between the Porsche Cayenne and the giant water bug."
Zuo Ziliang stood still, sighed, paused briefly, and said: "Let's put it this way, you know that Li Bai, Du Fu and others wrote many echoing poems, right?"
"A lot."
"Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun, Du Fu's gift to Hua Qing, Bai Juyi's question to Liu Shijiu, and Tian Enliu Yelang's memory of old travels after the chaos, gift to Jiangxia Wei Prefect Liangzai."
There is something about Zuo Ziliang that Wang Zixu admires. He can always explain very complex things clearly and provocatively, and even such long titles can be said like jingles.
For a moment, he felt that the scene between the two of them was somewhat similar to Watson and Crick discussing the double helix structure of DNA.
“What do you mean?”
“It means that these poets sing and sing together, such as ‘not as good as Wang Lun to send me love’, and ‘Cen Fu Zi, "Dan Qiusheng, when you are about to drink, don't stop drinking", "Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face", "Autumn comes to see each other and still have fluttering hair"...
"Aren't these slanderous words all the same? What is the difference between these poems and speech therapy? Aren't we all chatting happily at the wine table, writing and thinking about each other, each feeling sad, you resigned, I was demoted, you married a businesswoman in desolation, and I, Sima Qingshan, was in the Yangtze River, crying before writing and not knowing what to say, and each of us felt happy after writing. Isn't this also flirting? ”
The prince was silent.
Zuo Ziliang reached out and pointed at him: "We agreed at the beginning that I would be responsible for finding the users and speech therapists, and you would be responsible for raising our flirting to the level of the Nobel Prize for Literature. Do you have any questions?"
“If you sell the company to Xunyi, it will be better in terms of income.”
“Oh, you care about money now and don’t care about literature.”< /p>
“I care, but Xunyi can also engage in literature. What I care about is not literature, what I care about is literature itself.”
“But "I care about Wen Yan." Zuo Ziliang said softly, "You are not the only one who has ideals in this world."
"What is your ideal?"
The prince asked in vain, but Zuo Ziliang did not answer.
Wang Zixu said again: "Do you remember that female jazz musician in Xihe?"
"Which one?"
"That's when you took me there "Yes." Wang Zixu said, "You don't remember. She is the only one who plays jazz in Xihe. I later found out about her situation. There are many jazz people in Donghai." "Oh," Zuo Ziliang answered.
"Jazz music doesn't have to be done in Xihe, it can also be done in Donghai, and maybe it can be done better. People in Xihe don't like to watch jazz, so they can't force it. Sometimes letting go of your obsession is a good thing for Xihe, jazz, and yourself."
Zuo Ziliang looked at him and shook his head: "I still appreciate it before. That pure you. "
"I'm not here to lobby," said Wang Zixu, "An Younan invited me and offered a high price, so I refused."
"Really?"
"But I almost agreed." Wang Zixu said, "I can honestly say that I was tempted. It was a good deal. And have you ever thought about what you will get if you continue to fight with Xunyi?"
"You can't get anything." Zuo Ziliang lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and handed one to him, "I heard that they have started to use policies. The factors are coming to get us."
Wang Zixu lit the cigarette and watched the green smoke gradually rise: "Yeah, don't you think we should just stop it when it's good? I can't afford to make a mistake."
Zuo Ziliang stared at him and blinked hard: "Yes, I have a family, but do you still think you have a family?"
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