Chapter 249 Guest
"I am Cui Xian! Don't you remember me?"
Wang Zixu's expression was blank.
“Isn’t it? You don’t remember me at all?” Cui Xian was heartbroken.
“Hmm…” Wang Zixu made a sound of thinking. The name was as unfamiliar to him as the face.
Cui Xian turned to Chen Qingluo and Ning Chunyan: "You two are judges, you must remember me, right? That day, me, him, Lin Feng...we stood on the podium...remember?"
Ning Chunyan clapped his hands: "Oh! You are Cui Xian from the Xihe Cultural Conference!"
Wang Zixu also remembered: "You are the author of the article "Crying at the Grave"."
"Yes!" Cui Xian leaned over and fell on the sofa opposite. Wang Zixu smelled the smell of alcohol from him.
“I would rather a talented woman remember it, but you actually forgot it, Wang Zixu. It’s true that noble people forget things so much.”
“Noble people forget things more often” This sentence is extremely destructive to people like Wang Zixu. He wished he could retell the plot of "Crying the Grave" on the spot to prove that he was not a noble person.
“I miss that day so much.” Cui Xian raised his head and sighed.
Cui Xian is a few years older than Lin Feng. He is slightly chubby, and his hairline on both sides of his forehead has shown signs of recession. He has a round face, his eyes are always wide open, and he has a sense of innocence that does not belong to his age.
Among the five people who received the award that day, Lin Feng, Lin Luo, and Diao Yiwen all had their own concerns, and Wang Zixu was tortured to the point of being bruised and bruised. Only Cui Xian is the biggest winner of the cultural society.
He experienced an award-winning experience that was completely different from the other four: he just wrote a manuscript, handed it in, and then it was quickly circulated; he went to the party with his wife and daughter, and when his name was read, his daughter screamed and hugged his waist tightly.
After the party, he went with everyone to see Shen Jianqiu and watched the whole fight between Zhang Qian and Wang Zixu - only then did he realize that there were so many inside stories about this award.
As a bystander who did not know the truth, the few words he heard at the scene only made him deeply aware of the complexity of society, and he was glad that his work had been treated fairly without any background;
At the same time, he had a suspicion about Wang Zixu, feeling that he might not be fair in winning the first prize - Wang Zixu knew the judges in advance, so it was difficult to conclude that there was nothing fishy in it.
Afterwards, he also joined the Cultural Association. Hearing that Wang Zixu was the vice chairman, he thought there would be a lot of interactions, but Wang Zixu went to Donghai and never participated in the activities of the Cultural Association. This was the first time the two met since then.
Talking about the past, Cui Xian was very emotional: "I saw the two judges sitting together from a distance, and my mind was immediately dragged back to that day. You two may not know that that day was very important in my life..."
As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, and his tongue gradually grew bigger. Ning Chunyan tilted his head slightly and asked Chen Qingluo in a low volume that he could not hear:
"What rank was he at that time?"
She remembered where Cui Xian came from, but she could only remember half of it. As for the results of the last literary meeting, she only remembered that Wang Zixu came first and Diao Yiwen came second, but she forgot about the rest.
Chen Qingluo’s expression is not good-looking. She didn't care what rank Cui Xian was in. She only cared that the interrogation was at a critical moment and was interrupted by this person.
Chen Qingluo interrupted his chatter: "What do you want to say?"
Cui Xian rubbed his nose, lowered the tone a few degrees, and said, "I am here to thank the two teachers. Thank you for saving the life of an ordinary man."
Ning Chunyan did not smell the alcohol and leaned back slightly - the words were too serious and had broken through the normal social distance and triggered her defense mechanism.
"What's there to be thankful for? We all just rate the work according to its quality, and we don't favor anyone."
Cui Xian nodded: "Of course I know, but I was only a junior staff member in the system, and I was often ostracized in various ways. Since I won the award that day, my book has been published , sold the copyright, and got promoted..."
Ning Chunyan interrupted him: "What kind of job do you have, and you can get promoted after winning a literary award?"
Cui Xian said: "I didn't get promoted because of winning the award, but I feel that everything started from winning the award."
An Younan seemed to be very interested in this topic. She leaned closer to him and said, "Oh? You actually sold the copyright? What place did you get at the Xihe Literary Society?"
“No. 4.”
“No. 4? Hey, Sister Ning, your Xihe Literary Society is quite popular! Even No. 4 can be sold. Copyright. "
Cui Xian said: "Of course, in the heyday of our Xihe Literary Society, two literary awards were awarded in the same session."
An Younan patted Wang Zixu on the arm and said: "You are so lucky that the fourth place can sell the copyright! The first place is still struggling to be published!"
Wang Zixu could now ignore her provocation, but it was news to Cui Xian. He immediately turned to look at Wang Zixu: "Have you not published it yet?"
"No. "Yes."
"Don't be impatient. If you bloom, the breeze will come. I also came to you and bought my copyright." Cui Xian's relief seemed to be showing off.
"Congratulations," said Wang Zixu, "Did you sell the copyright to "Crying the Grave"? Do you want to adapt it into a movie?"
"It's not "Crying the Grave", "Crying the Grave" is too small," Cui Xian said. "Their boss took a fancy to my work and asked me to write another short play for them to adapt, so I wrote another one. They were very satisfied and bought my copyright."
"Congratulations." Wang Zixu congratulated her heartily again.
Cui Xian came closer and said in a low voice: "I also asked them, why not you as the first place, but me as the fourth place. They said that adaptation sometimes depends on the style. Although your work is good, the style is not suitable for adaptation."
"Hmm." Wang Zixu was noncommittal. He has no pursuit for film and television adaptation. Film and television adaptation is not a reference for the Nobel Prize in Literature, he only needs text.
Cui Xian was particularly considerate of him: "Actually, there is nothing to worry about. You are ahead of me in the literary society rankings, but I am ahead of you when it comes to copyright. Life is so unpredictable..."
An Younan had a joking look on his face just now, but his expression suddenly changed. You have to be serious:
“Did you misunderstand something? Just because you sold the copyright, it doesn’t mean you are ahead of the curve.”
It’s scary for a beautiful girl to suddenly lose her temper, just like a cockroach suddenly flying. Cui Xian raised his hands and quickly explained:
“I didn’t say that I wrote well, I mean, life is like a racing car. Sometimes you pass me, sometimes I pass you, but in the end, everyone will reach the finish line.”
“You mean, do you think you are leading now?”
“I am not like this either. It means..."
"Stop it, Cui Xian is right, he did publish it before me, and he also sold the copyright." "Isn't it just selling the copyright of the short play? What's so advantageous about that..."
Thank God, Lin Feng finally checked in, came back with his ID card, and greeted everyone: "Hey, is there a small meeting now? Cui Xian, are you here too?"
Cui Xianru was pardoned and stood up and said: "Chairman Lin! Hehe, I came over to say hello to these two talented women, and also to meet our Vice Chairman Wang."
Lin Feng said: "I just saw how you were doing. It seems like the discussion was quite intense, what’s wrong? Do you have any good inspiration?” Cui Xian said with a smile: “No, no, I just talked about life, society, etc. "
Lin Feng pointed at An Younan and said: "This 'ma'am' is Chairman Wang's sister. Do they look similar?"
Cui Xian glanced at An Younan, wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead with his fingers, and said with lingering fear: "I see, no wonder..."
An Younan instantly regained his youthful and lovely expression, stretched out his hand and gestured "yeah", as if someone else had the cold face just now.
Lin Feng smiled and said: "I was shocked when I saw him. I thought that Wang Zixu actually had such a beautiful sister... Hey, why do you smell like alcohol? Did you go drinking so early in the morning?"
Cui Xian rubbed his nose and said: "I met some old classmates yesterday and drank all night long."
Lin Feng joked: "You must be bragging to them that your book was published."
"How can...friends deliberately trick me..."
Lin Feng called on everyone to go to the room to rest, and left with Cui Xian and a group of people from the Cultural Association. Wang Zixu also got up and followed the army.
An Younan stood next to Wang Zixu and murmured in a low voice: "If I were you, I would never be nice to that Cui Xian. What gives him an advantage..."
Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: " Don't have such a bad temper. With your personality, don't you always have conflicts with others? "
"It's because you have such a good temper! That person came over to pretend to say hello just to show off."
Wang Zixu said sternly: "He is telling the truth. No matter what the secret behind it is, I have never published a single book. I have done nothing in the position of vice chairman, so some people must be dissatisfied."
An Younan let out a sigh from his nose: "When you were tricked by Shi Tonghe, he didn't know where you were!"
< br>The prince smiled and said: "Is it a good thing to be tricked by Shi Tonghe?"
"Is he qualified to be tricked by Shi Tonghe?"
Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo listened to the whole conversation. Ning Chunyan looked strange and said to An Younan:
"Miss An, you were the first to mock Wang Zixu just now. Others follow your advice and you are also the one who is unhappy. I am really worried about your mental state."
An Younan raised his face and said: "Of course, I am the only one who can mock him. What's the matter? Isn’t that right?”
Chen Qingluo, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly said: “I published my first book when I was 17 years old.” Everyone turned their attention to her, wondering why she suddenly said such a meaningless sentence.
Chen Qingluo looked at An Younan: "He doesn't read as much as me."
"...So what?"
"When I mocked him, you were not here."
"...Are you a primary school student?"
Wang Zixu said from the side: "If possible, I still hope you will not mock me."
Ning Chun Yan poked him hard in the ribs: "Didn't you just want to confess? Why did you say nothing in the middle of the sentence? Don't think you can get away with it."
Wang Zixu looked around and whispered: "I wanted to say it, but there are many people here, so it's hard for me to talk. I'll find a place where no one is around later and I'll tell you."
Ning Chunyan was anxious: "What's not easy to talk about? What's so shameful about you? Why are you always complaining? I'm so anxious!"
The prince couldn't tell the truth.
If the fact that he is An Younan's half-brother is exposed, as long as someone with a careful investigation will find out that Ma Yongrong's wife was once Wang Jianguo's wife.
At that time, it will definitely cause an uproar, not only for him, An Younan, and Wang Jianguo, but also endless troubles. To be serious, it may affect his life.
A businessman of Ma Yongrong’s size might not care about such a scandal, but for a small family like Wang Zixu, it would be a disaster.
Be cautious, he should not even agree to confess to Ning Chunyan. He also did a lot of mental construction before he decided to speak.
Ning Chunyan sighed, pulled Chen Qingluo and said, "Let's deal with this situation first. Later, when everyone has dispersed, we can find a place where no one is around and have a good chat."
Lin Feng fell behind everyone and walked over quietly. He asked Wang Zixu: "What happened just now?"
Wang Zixu said: "Did you hear it?"
"I guessed it even though I didn't hear it. Since Cui Xian sold the copyright, he can't wait to tell people when he sees it."
王子虚说：“可能现在这个时代越来越功利浮躁，人们都变得更在乎面子和尊严了。”
“说直白点吧，”林峰说，“现在所有人都压抑，喜欢装逼。”
“哈哈。”王子虚虽然笑了，可他并不高兴。
"For lunch later, I have brought two bottles of Xifeng to treat you to a meal."
Wang Zixu asked: "Can we have a dinner now?"
"Don't worry, it is a holiday. Besides, I pay for the treat myself, and it will definitely not violate the eight rules."
After saying that, he patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder again: "I will definitely be surrounded by them later, and I won't have the energy to take care of you. Protect yourself."
At that time, Wang Zixu didn't understand what he needed to protect.
…
Luncheon. There was a lot of fun and drinking at the table, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.
Wang Zixu rarely attended such banquets. In the past, at work, he would always serve at the table and help add wine and dishes. This sudden change of identity, being invited to the seat of honor, was really a bit unaccustomed.
At the banquet, people talked loudly and told countless anecdotes about the literary world, many of which Prince Xu had never heard of. But he just ate his food silently, raised his glass when people came to him, and only said a few words to him, like a dull gourd.
Compared with him, Ning Chunyan and An Younan seemed to be much more at ease.
The Ning Chun Banquet is already popular. Everyone can chat with each other. Regardless of whether they are close or distant, they can leave a good impression on others. Their attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, making people feel like spring breeze;
An Younan has a strong political talent. It only took her three seconds to remember the names and identities of everyone at the table. She won the favor of most of the people at the table just by being "Sister Wang Zixu", and some old scholars expressed their admiration for her.
And Chen Qingluo has her own aura, and everyone at the table seemed to know her temper. They only dared to toast her respectfully and say a few words of congratulations, but did not dare to communicate in depth for fear of disturbing the incubation of ideas in her great mind.
Whenever he saw these thousands of people, Wang Zixu would sigh that he was useless: he could neither eat well in social situations; nor could he be as detached as Chen Qingluo and not care about these things at all.
But because he is good at observation, he actually knows what to do, but his knowledge and action cannot be integrated, so he becomes a half-hearted person who cannot reconcile himself, which is very painful.
Another Vice Chairman Liu was talking about a few literary anecdotes. Suddenly the conversation changed, he looked at Wang Zixu and asked:
"Chairman Wang, I have often seen you on the Internet recently, saying that you are a literary assassin and you are having a quarrel with Shi Tonghe. What's going on?"
Wang Zixu's heart shuddered, thinking of Lin Feng's words.
Li Zhaolin, another person from the Xihe literary and art circles next to him, also said:
"Yes, many people have asked me about this recently, saying that Wang Zixu is from our Xihe Literary Association, and I must know something inside. I said I really don’t know. . They just don’t believe it.”
Many people echoed: “Chairman Wang, can you tell us?”
Chairman Liu said: "Let's start with how you offended Shi Tonghe."
Wang Zixu said: "I already said that at the seminar."
Chairman Liu lowered his voice and said: "We want to hear what it is actually like."
Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "It is actually like that..."
“Let’s put it this way,” Chairman Liu said, “I heard from a friend that the recording pen you took out was actually a game for Shi Tonghe.”
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