Chapter 205 Wuthering Heights
Wang Zixu left the noisy women behind, opened the door and went out to answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“I talked to Teacher Shi Tonghe on the phone. He was quite critical of you.”
Xiao Mengyin’s voice gradually became familiar, but it still made people feel a little uncomfortable.
It’s like adding a few drops of vinegar to lemon coke. You can’t tell whether it’s the coldness inherent in your nature or a simple yin and yang.
It happened that Wang Zixu was not in a very good mood, and he replied bluntly: "Are you also here to ask me to accuse you?"
"I don't mean that. But I helped you pull the string, so you are not allowed to ask?"
"If you want to ask, I can tell you that I am not 'very subtle' towards Shi Tonghe. If I hadn’t been well behaved, I would have scolded me right away. "
"Look at you, I didn’t blame you! If I did, would I help you in front of Shi Tongbin..."
Xiao Mengyin broke through her defense in one second. Although she made some complaints like Mrs. Xianglin's, at least she wasn't so cold and impersonal. Wang Zixu felt a little better.
"You also helped me speak in front of Shi Tonghe? What did you say?"
"It's not a good thing. You don't have to listen."
Just listening to the tone of the other person, he could feel Xiao Mengyin rolling his eyes at him.
After saying that, she lowered her voice and said: "However, you'd better be careful."
"Be careful about what?"
"Your work has come out, but the mainstream opinions have not yet come out. Shi Tonghe still has a lot of say in literary criticism. If he takes the lead in badmouthing, what will you do?"
The prince looked at the white clouds in the sky, and the irritability in his heart could not be suppressed. It was like boiling water to stop it, and the emotional hole could not be filled.
He sighed, suddenly thinking of Ning Chunyan's mantra, and blurted out:
"Cold salad."
After saying this, he suddenly felt that the world was wide open, his whole body was clear, and he was in a good mood.
Xiao Mengyin said: "Just wake up and listen to me. If he takes the lead in trampling on your work, it won't just be about the Jade Award. You have to consider your own work..."
Wang Zixu turned on the speakerphone, put the phone in his chest pocket, took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and said:
"I am very awake, extremely awake, more awake than anyone else. The colonel who wrote to him is still sober and feels that nothing can trouble me. "
"Huh?"
"I'm not Shi. Tonghe has no literary status and cannot mobilize the public to praise or criticize it. What can I consider? As for its fate, let it be.
The prince puffed out a smoke ring leisurely and watched the green smoke dissipate and drift into the depths of the clouds at the end of the sky.
People say that works are like their own children. She was pregnant for ten months, gave birth to a baby, and finally gave birth to her child, all of which were her own brainchild. Writers are like parents in the world, some are poor, some are rich, some are good and some are dependent.
Some writers are tiger mothers and bear fathers. They enroll their children in art classes, hire the best piano teachers, and receive elite education. They pave the way 20 years in advance. They go abroad for gold plating and return to the country to inherit the family business. They even choose their partners carefully to ensure peace for half their lives.
Some writers are like Wang Zixu’s parents. Even if they are successful after they are born, they can only walk their own path.
It’s not that you don’t care about your child, but that’s where your ability ends.
"I feel that before the work is published, I protect the work. After the work is published, it is time for the work to protect me. I am only responsible for the text content, and I cannot take responsibility for other things."
Xiao Mengyin said "Ah" in a daze. After a sound, Wang Zixu said again:
"Some writers may have the ability to do more than poetry, but I can't do it. Because my ability is limited to words. Beyond words, it is not the scope of my ability, and I cannot gallop in that field."
Xiao Mengyin was silent for a long time and then said: "Okay. It is true that if you can do it, you will not be Wang Zixu, and you will not be able to write a work like "Fire in the Stone"."
This words greatly surprised Wang Zixu. Xiao Mengyin has always looked down on others, and it is rare to hear such praise from her mouth, and among Wang Zixu, she has a very high praise.
After being moved, Wang Zixu felt much better. As soon as he was in a good mood, his thoughts broadened, and he said: "Then you can submit articles for our magazine."
"Submit articles?!" Xiao Mengyin was moved to the waist by this rapid change of topic.
"Yes, our magazine is very short of manuscripts, and we just need a writer with a lot of traffic to publish articles. If you can submit articles, that would be great."
Xiao Mengyin asked: "Is this your first time to ask someone to write a manuscript?"
"Well. How did you know?"
“Then I’ll teach you, remember,” Xiao Mengyin pressed her somewhat tight forehead, “First, when you ask someone for a manuscript, you can’t ask others to ‘submit’ it, you should take the initiative to invite it. Especially an author like me who has won an award. Otherwise, it’s easy to offend people.”
“Did I just offend you?”
"I'm offended. Shut up first, and I'll continue. Secondly, when you ask for a manuscript, you can't just talk about your own difficulties. I'm not your mother, and I have no obligation to help you solve your difficulties..."
Wang Zixu said: "We will publish the little prince's manuscript in the next issue, I guess. The circulation will be very large. If you also sign up, I think..."
"I will give you the manuscript tomorrow."
Xiao Mengyin agreed with lightning speed, so decisive that Wang Zixu didn't even react.
“Uh, huh?”
"I'll give it to you tomorrow." Xiao Mengyin repeated again, "Put my manuscript in the same issue as the little prince's, preferably before and after, and it's best to put my manuscript behind his manuscript... No, it's better to put it in front. Okay? Submit it if you agree to it."
"Okay..." Wang Zixu was moved, or shocked, by her straightforwardness.
“Also, why did you suddenly become so domineering today?” Xiao Mengyin suddenly asked.
“Have I always had this personality?”
Xiao Mengyin hung up the phone before he finished listening to his answer, as if he didn’t need his answer and just wanted to express his attitude.
Wang Zixu looked at his phone, and after a long time he said, "Hey!"
Back in the office, Ning Chunyan and Diao Yiwen had stopped making trouble, and Ning Chunyan watched him striding over. Standing in front of her, Wang Zixu said:
"I just made an appointment with Xiao Mengyin."
"Huh?"
"The manuscript."
There is no mistake in every sentence and every content is read one by one!
“Huh??”
“She promised to submit a manuscript to us and said she would give it to me tomorrow.”
Ning Chunyan calmed down and gradually accepted the news in his mind. Then he became excited, pulling on his clothes and jumping up and down, like a rabbit trying to pull out a carrot.
"Zizixu, you are really my savior! How come you always find a way in critical moments? I am worried that I have no manuscripts!"
After dancing, Ning Chunyan looked in Diao Yiwen's eyes and realized that her actions were a bit too intimate. After all, others did not know that Wangzixu had helped her with 800,000 yuan to run the magazine.
After calming down and combing his hair sheepishly, Ning Chunyan asked again:
"Xiao Mengyin and I are obviously sworn enemies. If the magazine collapses, she will laugh before it's too late. How did you get her manuscript?"
Wang Zixu said: "Maybe she is cold on the outside but hot on the inside, so she is a cold-hearted person?"
Ning Chunyan was amused by his expressionless words, but Shaking his head:
"Impossible, she is a person, every work is precious. She never submits to magazines with lower influence than the first-class. I know that she despises our magazine without opening my mouth to her. How did you persuade her?"
"I told her that the little prince will contribute to our magazine in the next issue."
Ning Chunyan and Diao Yiwen both showed expressions of realization.
“That’s not surprising, that’s not surprising!”
After solving the case, Ning Chunyan bit her finger and frowned:
“This big green tea, knowing that we are very popular in the next issue, is going to contribute, But, it’s not a bad thing for us, so it’s hard to refuse.” Diao Yiwen said from the side: “Maybe our propaganda can be based on Xiao Mengyin and the little prince. If we exaggerate the battle of the century and the love in the city, it will definitely be very popular.”
"What do you mean?" Ning Chunyan turned to look at her in shock, "Why can't I understand the battle of the century and the love of the city?"
Diao Yiwen said: "Don't you know? One of the popular evil CPs now is It’s the little prince and Xiao Mengyin.”
“Huh?”
“Huh?” Ning Chunyan and Wang Zixu were shocked at the same time.
Diao Yiwen explained:
"The two of them are very different. One is a serious and beautiful writer, and the other is a slutty and handsome writer. There is a feud between the two. They are completely different groups. They are not incompatible with each other. So, It’s very good.”
Wang Zixu asked: “Do you mean, like in “Wuthering Heights”?”
Ning Chunyan didn't understand but was shocked: "I'm sorry, I can't understand it at all. How did the transition between 'very different' and 'very good' come about?"
Diao Yiwen said: "It's just a contrast. Because it's such a contrast, it makes me laugh when I think about it... Oh, forget it, I won't explain it. Anyway, this has the potential to become a big hit. I think we can do it."
Ning Chunyan’s expression said she didn’t want to do it. Even if it really became a big hit, she couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart. How is this different from personally sending your husband to your best friend’s room? She doesn't have that kind of niche hobby.
“Let’s not talk about this for now. Let’s talk about you first, Wang Zixu. I’m not even sure that the manuscript for the next issue of Little Prince can be sent over. Why did you just open your mouth and promise to help me?”
Wang Zixu said: "If you go to him to ask for a manuscript, he will definitely give it."
"Why do you think so?" Ning Chunyan stared at him with watery eyes.
"Intuition. My intuition is pretty accurate." Wang Zixu said, "Moreover, I feel that as long as a writer is a writer, they cannot refuse the invitation to write. Once inspiration comes, they cannot restrain themselves. As long as they are given a chance at this time, they may vent it themselves."
Bright eyes followed him After looking at each other for a long time, the owner of the eyes slowly nodded and said:
"Okay, I'll try."
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(End of this chapter)