Diao Yiwen added: "Think about it, the little prince is the writer promoted by our magazine, but he has never been recognized by the traditional literary world. If Shi Shuqiu could speak on the platform, would Shi Tonghe's attitude soften a little? Shi Tonghe has changed his attitude.

, will the traditional literary world further recognize the little prince?"

Otherwise, women are born to be political animals. These things Diao Yiwen said, he would not have thought of it if he had given Wang Zixu another ten or eight years. Or even if he could have thought of it, he did not think that Shi Tonghe's son should have the power to declare that he was

Female.

When Wang Zixu first entered junior high school, he was the first to collect homework. He enthusiastically moved the homework to the teacher's office on behalf of the class representative. As a result, the class representative became furious. This made him confused. Later he learned that the class representative thought that he had robbed him of his performance.

Chance.

He once scorned it and thought it was a child's trick. Later, when he started working, he discovered that everyone around him was a class representative. Everyone worked together, but the leader only recognized the one who reported to him last. The trick he used when he was a student came to management.

Great achievements have been made at all levels, which is enough to show the advancement of the school's management philosophy.

The same logic applies to Shi Shuqiu. If the school must choose a representative to inherit the traffic and reputation of the Little Prince, then this person should be Shi Shuqiu. What he said is not important, what is important is that he stood in front of the public.

In Shi Shuqiu's eyes, the name "Little Prince" is probably that of Sun Xingzhe. Even if the Great Sage Qitian can change into 72 ways, with a bronze head, iron arms, fiery eyes and golden eyes, no matter how capable he is, he is still not one of his own. And Jin Chanzi has been one of his own since he was born.

The leader can only be Jin Chanzi.

When Sun Xingzhe escorted Jin Chanzi to the Western Heaven, he might be able to enjoy the second-class benefits, sit on a Buddha seat, and wash away his early superfluous experiences; and Jin Chanzi could be justifiably transported to his due place.

In his position, even if he has done nothing, who makes him the leader of the experience-learning team?

The Monkey King does not need to blame himself and complain about the unfairness of the world. If it were not for Jin Chanzi, this game might not be possible. If Jin Chanzi didn't happen to need a monkey, he might never have the chance to stand up from under Wuzhishan.

Now that Jin Chanzi has arrived at your door, why don't you quickly accept the petition to express your gratitude? What are you waiting for?

This is what Diao Yiwen meant.

After saying that, Diao Yiwen took a deep breath: "The overall situation is the most important thing!"

Wang Zixu was silent for a moment, and then said: "Okay."

Diao Yiwen showed a teachable expression: "That's right. I know you are noble and have the arrogance of a scholar, but in this matter, you only need to turn a blind eye. If Master Shi is happy, so can we.

happy."

Wang Zixu was a little depressed, but he still said honestly: "Okay."

Diao Yiwen said: "When you go back later, just keep this attitude. Neither humble nor arrogant. Pretend that nothing happened. You agreed to him. It was originally a smooth favor. Don't screw up."

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "I have been in class for so many years, don't I understand the rules of the world?"

Diao Yiwen rolled her eyes and stared at him: "Really? I'm afraid you don't understand."

When she said this, all she could think about was the scene of Wang Zixu causing trouble in Gou Yingbiao's office.

She felt that sometimes it was difficult to grasp Wang Zixu's emotional intelligence. Sometimes he was very stubborn, and sometimes he was very tactful and flexible.

The two returned to the office. Wang Zixu sat down straightly and said to Shi Shuqiu with a serious expression:

"If the length of your speech is limited to 15 minutes, it is not impossible for us to add a separate speech session."

When Lu Qingxuan heard this, he stood up, walked quickly to his side, and whispered:

"Are you okay? We can only rent the auditorium for three hours at most, and the process is already full. Where can we give him another 15 minutes?"

Wang Zixu whispered: "I'll think of a way."

Shi Shuqiu said energetically: "Okay, 15 minutes is a bit difficult for me, but I can control it a little."

"Yeah." The prince nodded pretendingly, and then added, "Then there is the issue of content. I think it is best not to take the topic of 'the little prince is a female' as the core."

Shi Shuqiu frowned slightly, but before he could say anything, Diao Yiwen became impatient and secretly stamped her feet on the side, her face beaming as a hint to Wang Zixu not to talk too much.

However, Wang Zixu continued calmly: "It's not that we won't talk about this. We can talk about this as an interesting point of view to open up the topic, but after all, we have to speak for 15 minutes. If there is only such a point of view, I'm afraid it is too thin."

Shi Shuqiu suddenly understood: "You mean, 'the little prince is a girl' is just a gimmick. After everyone listens to it, we can talk about something more in-depth?"

"That's right." Wang Zixu felt a little humiliated for no reason.

"Wonderful!" The more Shi Shuqiu thought about it, the more reasonable it became. "Actually, that's what I thought at first. You, Lu Qingxuan, never let me speak. I was already prepared to speak for only 5 minutes. I never thought I would have to speak that much.

long."

Wang Zixu nodded: "Speak longer and prepare more carefully. I heard that the number of live broadcast reservations has reached 100,000."

"It's already 120,000 now." Lu Qingxuan added angrily, "And it's still rising."

Wang Zixu returned the USB flash drive to him, and Shi Shuqiu took it seriously and said solemnly: "Thank you, I will be well prepared when I go back."

After saying that, he turned around to leave, but before leaving, he glanced at Ye Lan strangely.

This beauty was sitting dignifiedly on a chair in the corner with her white legs crossed, showing a charming smile and staring at him playfully. He couldn't help but touch his nose, wondering if there was something wrong with today's hairstyle.

?

When he walked to the door, he answered the phone and said: "Hello, Dad..."

Then, his voice disappeared at the door together with the person.

Wang Zixu and Diao Yiwen looked at each other secretly.

Sure enough, not long after, Ning Chunyan called.

"I have some good news and some bad news for you."

Lu Qingxuan said: "You'd better break the bad news first so that I can at least be mentally prepared."

"We have to adjust the rental arrangements for the venue again, and some seats in the first row in front need to be made available."

Lu Qingxuan said: "That's okay, I had to adjust it originally."

Ning Chunyan said in an excited tone: "That's not important. The good news is that a big shot is also coming to the meeting."

Lu Qingxuan put the phone on speakerphone, and Wang Zixu raised the volume: "It can't be Shi Tonghe, right?"

"Eh? Are you there?" Ning Chunyan's voice came from the other end of the phone, "How did you know? Shi Tonghe is coming."

Wang Zixu and Diao Yiwen were shocked at the same time.

Ning Chunyan was completely unaware and said happily: "Because Shi Tonghe was coming, the dean personally called us to show concern for us, saying that just after our magazine was founded, a master-level writer came to support us. It was such a great honor.

"I said it's not that I have a big reputation, it's that the little prince has a big reputation. Only a writer with such a flow, depth, writing style and connotation can attract so much attention and cause such a big topic. I'm just a sharp eye and a stubborn person.

I just beat him up and extorted a pretty good novel from him. I just made such a small and insignificant contribution.

"Let me tell you, I think we can be more ambitious and print an additional 20,000 copies while the first issue is popular. As long as we operate it properly, it is not impossible for our magazine to become the top three best-selling magazine in the country."

Wang Zixu did not disturb her dreaming, but just listened with a smile, like an old father listening to his children talking about their dreams. Suddenly, an unexpected voice beside him startled him:

"Huh, 'master-level writer', isn't that great? I am also a master-level writer."

Wang Zixu turned around and saw Sartre, whom he had not seen for a long time, holding a glass of red wine and standing nonchalantly between Ye Lan and Lu Qingxuan with his hands in his pockets.

Wang Zixu knew that Sartre was just an illusion in his mind, so he said calmly: "You are not a great master from China. You are a great master from France, and there are so many great masters in France that you are no longer rare."

Sartre smiled and said: "I'm not talking about myself, I'm talking for you."

Wang Zixu didn't want to pay attention to him.

Sartre kicked his nose and said: "You have a Chinese myth called "Journey to the West", in which every monster wants to eat Tang Seng. Now, the name of the little prince is just like Tang Seng. If you eat it, you can live forever. Even the great master

'Everyone wants to take a bite."

The prince smiled and said: "I thought I was Sun Wukong, but you thought I was Tang Monk."

Sartre raised his eyebrows: "Sun Wukong has Huaguo Mountain to return to. If you are unhappy, where can you return?"

Wang Zixu was stunned by the question, lowered his head and murmured: "You know our Chinese mythology quite well."

Sartre put the red wine glass on his table: "I ask you seriously, what do you think is the difference between serious literature and popular literature?"

Wang Zixu said: "Serious literature only tells the truth, while popular literature tells words that have been modified and polished."

"Do you think you were sincere just now?"

Wang Zixu was a little annoyed: "Literature tells the truth, but it doesn't mean that the writer has to tell the truth all the time. The writer also has to pay social security, and the writer's children also have to go to school. In order to live, you have to do things you don't want to do. If the writer can only

To be honest, how tiring is it to be a writer? Who can be a writer?

"Lu Xun was so cold and profound. In order not to chill everyone's hearts, he had to hide the darkest thoughts deeply in his heart. This resulted in him not producing the greatest works from beginning to end, even though he had the ability. Lu Xun was not a

A pure writer, but a good guy.

"If Shi Tonghe's son wants to show off, then let him show off. Even if he says it, I won't become a woman. Even if he doesn't say it, he is still Shi Tonghe's son. What's the use of my objection? I objected

Isn’t he Shi Tonghe’s son? You don’t have to be a pure writer, so why do I have to be a pure writer when it’s my turn?”

Sartre smiled: "Look at you, you are so anxious. Did I say what you did was wrong? Did I say you were not worthy of being a writer? No? It's okay. Just be happy. No one can be a saint."

After he said this, Wang Zixu calmed down a bit, but Sartre muttered in a voice that was hard to catch:

"But are you happy?"

"Is this where the "New Appreciation" magazine office is?"

A woman's voice came from the door. Wang Zixu looked up and saw a young woman wearing a high-slit denim skirt standing there. Her face looked very familiar.

Her knock on the door was rather urgent, and her tone was not good-tempered, as if she was here to ask questions.

Wang Zixu thought for a while before he remembered who she was:
To be continued...