"Miss An Younan said that she asked you to come over. Miss An Younan also said that after hearing this, you will definitely accept the proposal happily."

After the slender man finished speaking, he clasped his hands and shook his body slightly, as if he was proud of Miss An Younan's words.

But after listening to this, Zizixu felt that An Younan either had unclear self-understanding or unclear understanding of Zizixu. He didn't feel "happy" at all now, but was a little creepy.

However, An Younan at least expected one thing: even if it was scary, he would have to accept this proposal with trepidation.

"Look," Sartre poked his head from across the black car, "I'm just saying it happened! Run away!"

"Escape? Where can you escape?" The little prince in a trench coat stood on the street corner. "What can be escaped is the body, but what cannot be escaped is social relations."

"That's right. If you don't go today, she will be looking for Ning Chunyan tomorrow." Sartre turned to Wang Zixu and said, "You should go. If Ning Chunyan knows that you are not paying attention to him, go and give him to Ning Chunyan."

Miss An had her back opened with essential oil, and things got really big."

In fact, Wang Zixu did not give An Younan an essential oil prescription. But he had no time to correct his wrong view. In any case, he had already got into the slender man's car.

The slender man was the driver. After getting in the car, he adjusted the rearview mirror, fastened his seat belt, and looked back at Wang Zixu.

"Ms. An asked me to be polite. I'm a rough person and don't know how to be polite. But you can relax and don't be so formal."

Wang Zixu put his hands on his knees: "I'm not reserved."

"Then why are you sitting in the middle?"

Wang Zixu was sitting in the middle of the back row. He looked to the left and right. Sartre and the little prince were sitting on either side. Then he realized that the driver couldn't see them.

"It's okay, I'll just sit in the middle. I like this feeling of limitation."

The driver looked at him suspiciously and then started the car.

Sartre said: "Miss An is very rough in her work."

The little prince said: "How can we see it?"

"She just sent one person over, what can he do? For example, if he wants to jump out of the car now, he can't stop him."

"Have you watched too many police movies?"

Wang Zixu didn't want to hear the two of them bickering, so he asked the driver, "How did you know I was here?"

"The address was given by Miss An," the driver said. "She asked me to come, so I came. I don't know anything else."

"No, I mean, how do you know I'm here to take out the trash at this hour?"

"I squatted at the door and waited." The driver said, "I saw you going upstairs, so I chased you and missed the elevator. Then I waited downstairs."

"Then what will you do if I don't come down?"

"I'll leave at ten o'clock. I only have this little salary and won't stay up late."

Wang Zixu felt that it was not in line with his world view, and the conversation was inconsistent. Although what he wanted to ask was not what he meant, he still felt a little relieved.

The moment the lanky man suddenly jumped out, he really thought that An Younan, with his hands and eyes reaching the sky, was as elusive and ghostly as in Gu Long's novels, and even he had time to take out the trash.

"Why did Miss An come to see me so late?"

After Wang Zixu asked this question, he saw a strange smile on the driver's face in the rearview mirror.

"Hey, I never ask about the boss's personal affairs."

Wang Zixu was very curious about what he had misunderstood, and at the same time he was shocked and said:

"If it was a private matter, I wouldn't go."

"I don't care about official matters. I don't know what it is." The driver quickly changed his words and showed no intention of stopping.

…

The car stopped at the entrance of "Fuxing Shangpin" community. This is one of the two most famous upper-class residential areas in Qingshan District, Donghai, the other is Yunchi Villa.

The residents here cannot be said to be either rich or noble. They can only be said to be extremely rich and famous. In the past, Wang Zixu had only heard of these two places. Considering the land prices, he had never thought about it in this life.

What connection does it have with these two places?

Unexpectedly, he actually visited both communities in just one day.

The driver drove into the underground parking lot, pointed to the building number, asked him to go up by himself, and told him to come down and look for him where he was.

So Wang Zixu took the elevator upstairs as he said. The sightseeing elevator car rose from the ground. He had a clear view of the night view of the community. In addition to the dark greenery and the small lights dotted on the side of the road, Wang Zixu looked left and right, feeling like he was following the clouds.

Like Chishan Villa, it's still like a maze.

Nowadays, in high-end residential areas, people and vehicles are diverted to keep the ground clean and orderly, and then the roads on the ground are made winding and winding, with various mountains and hills to hide people's eyes and ears.

Wang Zixu couldn't help but sigh: The richer people are, the more they pay attention to privacy, and even regard privacy as a virtue. The old and poor people who live on the first, second and third floors of the small flat facing the street, even the underwear they show off that day is known to passers-by. Of course, there is no

qualified to possess this virtue.

When they arrived at the door, the person who opened the door was a strange woman with a cold expression. She was wearing a black hip-hugging skirt, black stockings, and cotton slippers. When she saw Wang Zixu coming, she simply said:

"There are shoe covers in the shoe cabinet."

The shoe covers are made of white fabric, which is very thin, and there are no plastic bags that make a rustling sound to reduce the style. The interior decoration of the house is just like a high-end modern decoration. When you enter the living room, it feels even more magnificent.

An Younan sat on the brown leather sofa, hugging her legs, staring at Wang Zixu, her eyes rolling.

"It's presumptuous of me to invite you over so late, Teacher Wang," An Younan said.

When Wang Zixu saw the strange woman, a trace of luck appeared in his heart. He felt that his affairs might not have been exposed. He tried his best to pretend to be serious but reserved like yesterday:

"It's such a good night, it's time to go to bed early. Since you feel presumptuous, you shouldn't invite me here like this; since you've already come, don't say any more polite words."

An Younan laughed "hehe" and opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth. His smile was very sweet:

"I would say that Teacher Wang is a very chic person, and he is worthy of being an author that my teacher praised highly."

The strange woman on the side took a sip of tea, nodded slightly, and stared at the prince, as if she was weighing a product.

An Younan kicked off her slippers and put her legs on the sofa: "Sorry, I'm more relaxed at home. I just didn't want to talk to you about things seriously, so I invited you to my house. Do you mind?"

"Don't mind."

"That's great." An Younan pointed to the woman next to him, "Let me introduce you, this is Duan Xiaosang, a well-known matchmaker in the industry."

"matchmaker?"

Duan Xiaosang spat at her: "What matchmaker? You are talking nonsense again."

"Being a matchmaker for writers and institutions, what is it but a matchmaker?" An Younan laughed while lying on the armrest of the sofa, "I don't like the term broker."

"I'm not a broker. I just put the right resources in the right place."

An Younan said: "Okay, to be honest, Teacher Wang Zixu, let me tell you from my heart, I think every author should have a friend like Duan Xiaosang. Making friends with her can change

A writer’s life trajectory.”

"That's a bit much." Duan Xiaosang pushed up his glasses.

"No. If you want to give an example, Xiao Sang herself is an example." An Younan leaned lazily on the sofa and said, "Most of the emerging martial arts generation that became popular all over the country 10 years ago have been reduced to the status quo.

You have to worry about your children going to school and saving some fuel bills. Look at how cool Xiao Sang is. She can live in the same community as me, has access to top resources, and has an annual income of 7 figures. Do you know why she can do this?

"

Hearing the other party's annual income, Wang Zixu unconsciously lowered his head and asked cooperatively: "Why?"

"We rely on copyright to operate." An Younan said, "Books, movies, peripherals, audio...these are the core competitiveness that makes your writing valuable. How much money can you make just by writing? Which one?

Do writers survive on royalties?”

Wang Zixu asked softly: "Miss An, do you want to introduce Miss Duan to me as a friend?"

"I can only introduce her to you. As for whether we can become friends, it depends on whether you can provide corresponding value."

Duan Xiaosang took the initiative to reach out to Wang Zixu: "Let me formally introduce myself. I am the editor-in-chief of "Fenghua" magazine, and I also do copyright operations."

Wang Zixu shook hands with her in confusion.

Duan Xiaosang added: "I have a very good relationship with Xiao Mengyin. She often talks about you to me."

An Younan's eyes widened: "Xiao Mengyin also knows him?"

"Yeah, I didn't say that?" Duan Xiaosang drank water.

"No wonder." An Younan blinked, with a fleeting hint of cunning in his eyes.

Wang Zixu clenched his fists and asked, "I don't know much about copyright operations. What value do I have for Miss Duan to take a fancy to?"

An Younan adjusted his sitting posture: "Don't you want to talk to Miss Duan about the publication of "Fire in the Stone"?"

Wang Zixu asked calmly: "Isn't it too early to talk about publishing now?"

"It's getting late, you can even say it's a little late." Duan Xiaosang said, "Your work seminar will be held soon, right?"

Wang Zixu was stunned: "How do you know?"

What the editorial department of "Get" had just decided, he had to have Pu Yuyang, a classmate, to know the news in advance. How did she know?

Duan Xiaosang took a sip of coffee carelessly and did not answer Wang Zixu's question just now. It seemed that she just mentioned something not very important casually and said:

"It's hard to get an ISBN now. For an amateur like you who has never published a book, if you want to get into publishing, besides paying your own expenses, you have to either win an award or be praised by an authoritative magazine.

"Some relatively new publishing houses must have been eyeing you. The reason why they haven't come to you yet is because the seminar has not been held yet and they are still hesitating. When the seminar starts, they can negotiate a contract with you."
To be continued...