Chapter 227 Continuous Mercury Retrograde
“As for publishing,” Ning Chunyan said, “I know a network of people who may be able to play a huge role.”
After the two of them finished speaking, they looked at each other, and the character was ready to be revealed.
The prince looked left and right. After hesitating for two seconds, he said cautiously: "Actually, I also know someone."
"We know the same person, right?" Ning Chunyan smiled.
After saying that, she shook her head again and denied herself: "No, you probably don't know Duan Xiaosang..."
"I do."
"Duan Xiaosang is already rich and free, free and easy, not running around for money, and it is difficult to get in touch without connections... So how do you know him!?"
Ning Chunyan seemed to have realized what Wang Zixu had said halfway through, and pounded the table with his fists:
“Do you really know Duan Xiaosang?”
"Yes."
"Do you have her contact information?"
"...Hmm."
Ning Chunyan leaned back: "You and Xiao Mengyin suddenly became familiar with each other. I didn't say anything to you. How come you don't even know Duan Xiaosang?"
Wang Zixu seemed to answer honestly: "Actually, it's just acquaintance, not familiarity."
p>Ning Chunyan narrowed his eyes: "I understand, it was Xiao Mengyin who introduced you, right?"
"Absolutely."
It was actually An Younan who recommended him. But they are almost the same in terms of gender, so it's not a lie.
Ning Chun Yan sighed quietly:
"I thought that I could be like a magic weapon descending from the sky and use this backup network to save you from fire and water. I didn't expect that helping you would become a competition for employment. It seems that Wang Zixu has grown up and no longer needs my protection." What's more, from a historical perspective, when did you protect me? "
Ning Chunyan slapped the table: "It's natural, but it's a matter of course. When we were in Xihe, why didn't I protect you? I think our relationship has entered a stage where noble people forget things. It makes me so sad!"
Wang Zixu said: "I have never forgotten, I have never forgotten. I mean, that is not protection. We help each other, unite and love each other, and grow together."
Ning Chunyan said: "I Agree, but your growth rate is a bit scary. I don’t even know your wife’s name, but you even know my best friend!”
Suddenly there was a loud noise next to Ning Chunyan.
Chen Qingluo’s goblet overturned due to unknown reasons, and the liquid inside shot out like a shot, hitting Wang Zixu directly opposite him.
Then, he drank it all down his pants.
Ning Chunyan exclaimed: "Qingluo, what are you doing? This is not the toasting stage yet!"
"Ahem," Chen Qingluo cleared her throat calmly, "Sorry. "
"..."
Wang Zixu lowered his head and glanced at the shirt poisoned by lemonade, then looked at the expressionless Miss Luo, and was speechless for a moment.
From her face, it was completely impossible to tell whether she was doing it intentionally or accidentally.
However, thanks to this accident, Wang Zixu was freed from the gravity of the Ningchun Banquet. People at the table were busy helping to get toilet paper.
After the water was dried, Ning Chunyan suddenly found a blind spot and asked: "What's wrong with your mouth?"
Chen Qingluo said faintly: "I was bitten by the door of his house."
Wang Zixu said: "I was bitten by the door. No. I was hit by the door, and I killed myself after the collision. "I bit it."
Ning Chunyan looked sympathetic: "You are in bad luck. Check if Mercury is retrograde recently."
"If it is Mercury retrograde, I should have been in retrograde for more than ten years."
The food is served. They just eat. There are many Turkish restaurants in the East China Sea, and they all have two skills to keep them open. The Anatolian lamb chops are sizzling, and the spicy cumin and fruit wood smoke are like a spice bomb. The alluring aroma spurts out and tempts the hungry.
In the warm atmosphere, Ning Chunyan delivered an important speech, saying that this is our last dinner together before the New Year.
Only then did Wang Zixu realize that the Chinese New Year was almost here.
“When is the holiday?”
Ning Chunyan said: “You don’t even remember when the Spring Festival is, right? Next Saturday.”
After she finished speaking, she added: "The main task for next week is to put together the manuscript, so that we can have a holiday without leaving any homework. Both Xiao Lu and Xiao Diao can go home early. Wang Zixu, will you go back to Xihe?"
Wang Zixu said I will. Although old comrade Wang Jianguo lives alone, he only has a sense of ritual during the New Year. But just get home on the first day of the new year.
Ning Chunyan said: "Then you can go home on New Year's Eve. Anyway, you have a car and Xihe is close."
Then she asked Chen Qingluo : "What about you Qingluo, are you going back to Xihe this year?"
"It depends on whether my parents plan to let me go and whether they want to go home to visit relatives and friends."
When Ning Chunyan heard this, he knew what she meant, and he looked frustrated and said:
"When I was a child, I loved celebrating the New Year the most. As I grew up, I disliked the Chinese New Year less and less. When I go home every year, I either ask about my job or income, or urge me to get married, which puts a lot of pressure on me."
Chen Qingluo sneered. Voice: "Haha, you are only in your twenties. The urge to get married is just talk. You have never seen a real push for marriage."
Ning Chunyan said: "I have to be forced to socialize with a group of unfamiliar people, and I don't know what to say. I can only laugh awkwardly and sit there eating. After the New Year, I saw that I have gained 10 pounds."
Chen Qingluo said: "My relatives are particularly concerned about my income. In the early years, I answered honestly, but it turns out that they are actually not happy."
Ning Chunyan said: "Some of the children in my relatives are very naughty. They make a huge fuss every time they come, bungee jumping on my bed, have to help take care of the baby, and tidy up the house to break their backs."
Chen Qingluo said: "Later I deliberately lowered my income, so they were happy, but started to care about me again, and wanted me to add the WeChat accounts of some small bosses and small executives, saying that I would live a more stable life after getting married."
The two of them were not on the same channel at all, but they talked inexplicably, and even Lu Qingxuan and Diao Yiwen felt sympathetic.
It was difficult for Wang Zixu to join this topic. When I was a child, the Chinese New Year was quite lively, but since my mother passed away, the house has been deserted every Chinese New Year.
Comrade Wang Jianguo took him to his elders’ house to drink heavily on New Year’s Eve. After drinking, he went home, covered his head and went to sleep. On the first day of the new year, he didn’t have to do anything but just sleep.
Wang Zixu was left alone at home. Apart from taking care of him and keeping him from dying, he just read books. His aunt was kind enough to bring some dumplings over, and he ate them.
After the meal, everyone said they were happy. The Ningchun banquet was settled with public funds. After paying the bill, he took Wang Zixu aside alone and whispered:
"Zizixu, I have seen through it recently. It is a stereotype that literati are poor. Intellectuals will not be respected by others if they are not supported by money. Look at how old Shen Qingfeng is. Just because I want to run a magazine and I am short of money, he has set his sights on me. Don't compromise too much with the publishing house just to win reputation. If you can make money, you should make a little."
Wang Zixu said: "I know. You have to believe in my ability to make money. Don't forget who is behind the establishment of our company."
Ning Chunyan chuckled and punched him: "Stop being so arrogant, what's wrong with you? I won't say anything, but I will remember your heroic achievements in saving the beauty."
Wang Zixu’s car was still parked in the parking lot near the Cultural Association, so he had to walk back. He said goodbye to everyone and went to the street, only to find that he was going the same way as Chen Qingluo.
On the way here, the two of them chatted easily and happily, completely forgetting what night it was. It was as if time had turned back to high school. You were not a famous author, and I was not married yet. I was simple and had no background story.
But at this time, on the way back, Wang Zixu was speechless, not knowing what to say when he opened his mouth, not knowing where to move his hands and feet.
The main reason was that everyone talked too much during the meal just now and was too realistic, which suddenly dragged him back to the ground from the sky of thought.
Wang Zixu is neither a wealthy small business owner nor a famous young writer. He is not even comparable to the one introduced by relatives of Chen Qingluo's family.
If the topic of urging marriage that she brought up during the dinner was a competition for jobs, he would not be qualified to submit a resume at all. But the feeling of inferiority still arises quietly from unrelated places, and it is also mixed with a sense of loss.
Chen Qingluo didn’t say anything. When she reached the intersection where they had to separate, she spoke:
“I really didn’t mean it.”
“Huh? What?...Oh, did you say about knocking over the cup? It’s okay.”
The water stains on Wang Zixu’s pants were almost dry. Chen Qingluo’s apology was unnecessary, but instead there was a lingering smell overflowing.
But if it was not intentional, he wouldn’t be surprised. He is Mercury retrograde.
Chen Qingluo nodded and said, "Fortunately it's not boiling water."
"Fortunately it's not boiling water." Wang Zixu turned into a repeater again.
“You drive home?”
“Well, you too?”
“Yeah.”
After saying that, there was silence for a few seconds. Wang Zixu couldn't come up with a topic to keep her in mind, so he had to wave his hand gently.
“Hello.” Chen Qingluo called him from behind again.
“What’s wrong?” Wang Zi turned back.
“Am I protecting you today?”
“Of course.” Wang Zixu said.
Chen Qingluo waved her hand: "Bye."
After saying that, she turned around, walked down to the basement entrance, and disappeared.
Wang Zixu went to find his car.
Until he sat in the car and fastened his seat belt, his heart was still beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
After taking a deep breath for a few seconds and calming down, Wang Zixu received two calls on his mobile phone.
The first one was Duan Xiaosang. I asked him to meet in the afternoon to talk about the publication of "Fire in the Stone".
The second one was a series of unfamiliar numbers. After being connected, he announced his home address over there, which was a long way away.
“I’ll get straight to the point,” Lu Chaoyuan said, “I didn’t agree with Chen Qingluo taking you away.”
After a pause, he added: "But Chen Qingluo is a popular candidate for the next Mao Dun Literature Award. If she and you make some rumors in the Literary Association, it will add fuel to the fire, so I agree with you to leave. But There are a few things I need you to guarantee."
Without waiting for Wang Zixu's reply, he gave instructions: "First, you cannot accept interviews from any media without the consent of the Cultural Association. Interview;
"Second, the publication and publicity of "Fire in the Stone" must be reviewed by the Literary and Art Association;
"Third, do not disclose any information on social media before the results of our discussion are available. "
After speaking, he asked: "Do I understand? "
Lu Chaoyuan has a lot of emotional intelligence. He didn’t say whether you understood or not, only whether I explained it clearly.
Wang Zixu said: "You have made it clear."
After hanging up the phone, he suddenly realized that apart from Xihe's secretary Shen Jianqiu, this was the second leader of this level to call him on his mobile phone.
…
“By the way, Brother Zixu is really calm.” Lu Qingxuan said.
Diao Yiwen said: "How do you say it?"
The two of them had just gotten off the bus and were on their way back to the NTU campus.
Diao Yiwen’s parents rented a room on the NTU campus through a relationship, so the two lived very close to each other. We often go to and from get off work together, and we get to know each other better than before.
Lu Qingxuan said: "It suddenly became so popular overnight. For an ordinary person, it would be like a dream, right?"
Diao Yiwen shrugged: "I feel it is a normal reaction of ordinary people."
"No, even a bystander like me who has some connections feels a little arrogant. He really feels so stable, as if, as if..."
After thinking for a while, Lu Qingxuan came up with a description: "It seems to be someone else's business."
Diao Yiwen clapped her hands: "You are right, he has always had a sense of detachment, feeling that everything is the same as other people's affairs. It was the same in the workplace before."
Lu Qingxuan asked: "Was it the same before? For example?"
Diao Yiwen said: "In the past, he was very transparent in the work unit. He was the type who was not easily noticed, just like an outsider in the work unit."
Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered Wang Zixu's sudden outburst that day.
That incident has become a psychological shadow for her, and she does not want to go into details, so she summed it up in one sentence: "I have always felt that his pursuit is different from ordinary people."
Lu Qingxuan said: "Yeah, I feel the same way."
"I think it's quite strange."
Lu Qingxuan said: "Maybe geniuses are a little strange."
Diao Yiwen said nothing. In fact, she felt that the word "genius" was a bit too much, and Wang Zixu couldn't hold it down.
She and Wang came from the same work unit. They had seen each other's troughs, and suddenly they were promoted to geniuses. It felt like someone who grew up together became a savior. It was difficult to balance mentally.
The two entered the campus, Lu Qingxuan was still sighing:
"He hasn't opened an account yet. If he takes advantage of the popularity and opens an account, the number of followers will definitely exceed 100,000 in seconds. Shi Shuqiu's personal account has been in operation for so long, and it only has 100,000 followers."
Speaking of Shi Shuqiu, she felt more and more that he was not a wonderful person.
Shi Shuqiu often talked about his account with 100,000 fans, and talked about his posts in unpredictable ways and how his fans commented on them.
Compared to Wang Zixu, despite receiving so much heat, he remained calm and still, the difference was really significant.
Furthermore, it is hard to say that the prince’s false accusation against Shi Tonghe was not because of the Fei Shi Literary Award for Shi Shuqiu’s works.
Unfortunately, most people are not aware of the father-son relationship between Shi Shuqiu and Shi Tonghe. He also remained silent on Weibo and was not affected by the heat.
Diao Yiwen suddenly pulled Lu Qingxuan’s arm twice and nodded her chin forward.
Lu Qingxuan looked forward and said, "Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here. We were chatting just now. Isn't Shi Shuqiu not far ahead?"
Shi Shuqiu was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic today. He did not call out friends as before. He was alone. When he saw Lu Qingxuan, he rocked his bicycle and slowly slid over.