"If you ask me, we'd better surrender." Sartre said, "Xunyi's twenty-year-old executives are princess-level and can't afford to offend. There are two different things: surrendering on your own initiative and others coming to find you."

Way to die."

The little prince said: "The princess level you are talking about, is it the kind in KTV?"

"Don't interrupt, do you know what I'm talking about?"

The little prince said: "Then may I suggest you not to be so depressed?"

"What's frustrating? That's right! Don't think you're happy because your suggestion made him get through. Let me tell you, this is just to maintain temporary dignity. People don't expose you on the spot, just because you didn't wear clothes at the time.

, she doesn’t want to cause so much embarrassment, they might have already identified the criminal. It’s better to surrender yourself.”

The little prince said to Wang Zixu: "Don't listen to him. After his libido returned to zero, 'Eros' has collapsed, and his death instinct is being projected randomly. Now he just wants to drag you into the water."

Wang Zixu pursed his lips and followed Ning Chunyan as he walked on Qingshan Square.

After coming out of the essential oil hell, he was sweating profusely and looked suspicious. But Ning Chunyan had something on his mind and didn't ask him. The two just walked in silence. However, Sartre and the little prince kept arguing behind the scenes.

"You can't be so naive. His words - of course he said them well - are not enough to make Miss An's brain boil. When you find out that you have been deceived, you will not check the surveillance..."

"I looked when I was leaving, and there was no surveillance there," the little prince said.

"...Well, even if there was no surveillance, she wouldn't go to the front desk to give a confession and ask if there was an adult man in the store who read Adonis's poems, read Hegel, talked dirty, and could massage, right?

In China, there are only a handful of such people, and if you create user portraits, you can catch them one by one!"

The little prince spread his hands: "Where is the evidence?"

"What evidence do you want? As long as she goes to the front and asks, and finds out that Wang Zixu is not there, that will be a real deal!"

"Do you think she will ask?" the little prince asked, "she will run to the hall and yell with those talented people. 'Just now when I took off my clothes and lay on the bed, a man ran in to give me a massage and talk about philosophy. You guys

Do you know who it is?’ She won’t ask.”

Sartre was stunned by what he said and fell into deep thought.

The little prince said: "A person like An Younan wants to be decent, and she will not cause a fuss. There is a high probability that she will just keep silent and let this matter Gone With The Wind."

"But how do you know that An Younan wants to be decent? What if she is not decent?"

Just as the two of them were talking, Ning Chunyan suddenly spoke, startling Wang Zixu:

"Do you know what An Younan wants to do?"

"Ah?" Prince Xu woke up from a dream.

Ning Chunyan frowned, grabbed the belt of the bag on her shoulder with both hands, and whispered: "An Younan wants to recruit the little prince to Xunyi and become the image spokesperson of Qingyan app."

Wang Zixu asked: "Does she want you to help contact the little prince?"

"right."

"You're not very willing?"

"Yes, you are quite smart." Ning Chunyan stood up on tiptoes and patted Wang Zixu on the head.

"Why are you reluctant?"

Ning Chunyan sighed: "You don't know the style of Xunyi Company, do you?"

"Know a little, but not much."

“In a nutshell, we don’t treat ourselves as human beings, nor do we treat others as human beings.” Ning Chunyan said, “Their companies’ investments are all over the world, their families are big, their businesses are numerous, and their internal competition is fierce. Therefore, they pay more attention to the short term.

In terms of income, we blindly pursue making big money and making quick money. Either we don’t do it, or we lose the business.”

"Then why exactly do they not treat others as human beings?"

"Anyone who cooperates with them in a personal capacity will not end well," Ning Chunyan said with a strange expression, "those stars, celebrities, before the cooperation, they were still hot and highly anticipated leaders in all walks of life, but at the end of the cooperation, they always

The reputation is in disgrace and in disrepute, without exception."

"Why is this happening?"

"Because they just squeeze it. Reputation seems to be illusory, but it is actually a resource. If it is over-exploited, it will be lost. Xunyi always likes to over-realize fame, and this is the result in the end. Anyway,

, there are so many celebrities and internet celebrities that we can’t use them all up, if one of them doesn’t work, just find the next one, right?”

Wang Zixu pondered for a while and asked, "Then, why would anyone be willing to work for them?"

"Because they give so much."

Wang Zixu became interested and asked in a low voice: "Then how much do they plan to give the little prince?"

Ning Chunyan held out five fingers: "Five million signing fee, one signing for 5 years, annual salary starting from 500,000, commercial signings, speeches, acupoint appearance fee of 200,000, variety shows are extra, book package production package publishing,

Royalty sharing is the same as for a debut novel, free marketing and promotion, etc.”

After she finished speaking, Sartre shouted from behind: "Promise her! Promise her!"

The little prince pushed him away impatiently: "What are you arguing about? You're just trying to catch a fish!"

"Even if we fish all the time, we can still catch enough fish to last a lifetime! How much money have we saved after working hard until now? 900,000, and there is another 800,000 to send to Ningchun Banquet magazine. If you sign this,

Damn it, just get free money!"

The little prince frowned: "Five million doesn't sound like much."

"I can tell you that the signing fee of 5 million is only a part of this deal, and it is not the largest part. The appearance fee for acupuncture is 200,000, so 10 acupoints are 2 million. I do it once a week, and

That’s 9.6 million a year, you’ll make a fortune!”

"The way you are going, you will be confused in half a year."

"4.8 million in half a year!" Sartre clapped his hands, "Promise her! Promise her!"

Wang Zixu rolled his eyes: "I promise, what you said is all based on exposing your identity. Don't you have to show your face when you are in a hole?"

Sartre was stunned: "What about exposure?"

"Um?"

"Why can't you reveal that you are a little prince?" Sartre said, "Is there any inevitable reason? Isn't there a saying in China? There is no airtight wall in the world. If you have kept it secret for so long, you have to take this step sooner or later, right?

"

The little prince pondered: "Actually, I don't quite understand why. Why?"

Wang Zixu fell into silence. At this moment, a familiar yet unbeatable cry came from behind:

"Teacher Little Prince!"

Hearing this call, Wang Zixu and Ning Chunyan turned around suddenly at the same time.

In just such a moment, he read expressions of surprise, excitement, confusion, surprise, etc. from Ning Chunyan's eyes. And the cold sweat that had just evaporated came out of his back again, and when the wind blew up, his shirt stuck to it.

, it was cold for a moment, causing goosebumps to appear on the skin.

There were three people walking towards him. The lost believer was waving his hands high in the middle, and Cheng Xing and the innocent poet were standing on both sides. The believer looked excited and wanted to jump over to say hello.

The moment he saw Ning Chunyan, the poet pointed his fist at the crevice of the believer's ribs and gave him a hard blow.

"Small……"

The believer bent down and his voice suddenly stopped like a chicken being killed.

Cheng Xing walked over with a smile as if nothing had happened and said hello: "Hello, Editor Wang."

"Hello, hello." Wang Zixu greeted him as calmly as possible.

Ning Chunyan looked at Cheng Xing, then at Wang Zixu, and asked with some confusion: "When did you two meet?"

"Have you forgotten? We met the last time we had a party at NTU. Did you participate that time? Oh, it seems you didn't participate."

Ning Chunyan still had doubts in her eyes, "Really?"

Wang Zixu said: "Yes. You did not participate that time."

In fact, there was no such thing as a NTU friendship at all. Both Cheng Xing and Wang Zixu were sweating profusely.

"I know Cheng Xing, and I know Du Kezhu," Ning Chunyan pointed at Cheng Xing and then at the poet, "Who is this? Is he also from Nanda University?"

The believer bared his teeth and said: "My name is Zhou Xingzhi, and I am a wealthy man."

"Cai Da? Is it that Shuang Fei?"

The believer weakly resisted: "It's 211!"

"I just seemed to hear what you were calling Mr. Little Prince?"

"No. He didn't." The poet's tone was very simple.

"Really?" Ning Chunyan frowned, "But I heard it very clearly, and it seemed to be directed at Wang Zixu..."

Ning Chunyan turned to look at Wang Zixu: "You heard it too, right?"

"Yes, yes?"

"Yes." Ning Chunyan chose to believe her ears and said decisively, "I obviously heard it."

The believer rubbed his ribs: "You have misunderstood the beauty. What I called was 'Little Prince Xu'. Because the pronunciation of the word 'Xu' is vague, you may not hear it clearly, but I did call 'Little Prince Xu'."

Teacher' rather than 'Teacher Little Prince'."
To be continued...