On Monday, before going to work, Wang Zixu had forgotten all the content of yesterday's chat. When he noticed the complicated looks from his colleagues, he thought he had unzipped his pants.

The moment he sneaked into the bathroom to check and returned to his office to sit down, Zhang Cannian walked in and said, "Our star character has come to work!"

Wang Zixu spread his hands and thought about what kind of new way of teasing people he was. Zhang Cannian said again:

"I spent this weekend. I obviously couldn't see you, but you were everywhere. At my family's family dinner, all the talk on the table was about you."

Wang Zixu said, ah?

Office director Xu Shichao was passing by and heard them chatting, so he turned in and said:

"You're not exaggerating, you know? My daughter always tells me the story of Wang Zixu and Lin Feng when she comes home!"

Zhang Cangnian said: "Your daughter just went to kindergarten, right?"

Xu Shichao said: "Go to elementary school. The third grade of elementary school."

Zhang Cangnian: "How come it's so fast? Last time I saw it, it was still a little bit older. In the blink of an eye, it's already in third grade."

Xu Shichao said: "Who says it's not the case? Life is short."

The conversation between the two of them gradually went off the rails, but Wang Zixu's mind still focused on his own fame. He asked, how did your niece know about me?

He was very sure that there were no girls in the third grade of elementary school in his circle of friends.

Xu Shichao smiled: "You don't know her, but she knows you. Their Chinese teacher told the students what happened at the wine table a few days ago to tell the students that they must read more, accumulate more, and settle more in order to bloom in life.

Brilliance.”

In fact, the Chinese teacher also said that a little person like Wang Zixu, facing a literary senior like Lin Feng, can show himself bravely without being humble or arrogant. Think about it, if you write an essay, from what angle can you enter the topic? By the way.

, what is it? We should not appeal to authority, but we should also bravely express our opinions when facing authority...

The students were in an uproar and discussed what "authority" meant. One boy said, I know, my father said that authority depends on the power of the fist! The teacher said, Li Zixuan, sit down! Do you want to speak freely?

!

It's a pity that Wang Zixu didn't know what the teacher said. If he had known, he might have vomited three bowls of blood on the spot. I am obviously the authority on literary knowledge. Why should I look at fame instead of knowledge?

Zhang Cannian said with a smile: "My family is the same. On Sunday, during our family dinner, my son's sister-in-law asked me if Wang Zixu was from our work unit? I said, yes, I talk nonsense with him every day. She said that they passed on

Is it true that Lin Feng was humiliated? I said there was no such thing, I was at the wine table that day..."

Wang Zixu felt relieved a little. After he and Lin Feng counted four versions of the story, they both despaired of human nature and their reputation. Unexpectedly, when they heard it in the office, everyone still preferred the good story theory.

There are still many good people in the world.

At this point, Wang Zixu saw Guo Ranran passing by the door and gave him a gouging look. If the eyes were real, he would definitely slap Wang Zixu, which made him feel baffled.

Then, other colleagues came in and out, making his office extremely lively. Everyone was talking about how many stories they heard about him over the weekend. People repeatedly researched and argued, some tried to restore Wang Zixu, and some tried to misunderstand Wang Zixu.

.He didn’t even have the strength to refute.

He felt like he had become a train station, with people coming and going, saying something and doing something, but nothing was left, only the noise echoing endlessly in the silence.

"Zixu, come to the conference room quickly, you are on the news!"

Wang Zixu got up and walked out in a daze. He came to the conference room. 70% of the people in the entire unit were present. He looked at the TV. It was the local TV station in Xihe. On the screen, Shen Qingfeng was talking.

"...The decline of literature is an indisputable fact. Of course, I am not blaming our Xihe Federation of Literary and Art Circles and Writers Association, or saying that we are not doing well. This is the reason of the times and cannot be reversed by our human power. But you have to ask whether

How sad? I personally think it is very sad and ridiculous. Some ridiculous events appear around us..."

Wang Zixu turned around and said, "Who shouted just now? Where did I get on TV?"

A colleague said: "Don't worry, you will be here soon. He will talk about it later..."

Sure enough, Shen Qingfeng's voice became clearer on the TV:

"...I heard a funny thing the day before yesterday. It was said that Lin Feng from our Writers Association and an unknown clerk were trying to compete for literary literacy. It turned out that the way they competed for literacy was to quote the name of the author's work. Don't you think it's ridiculous? Literary literacy is just

Is it possible to reflect just by knowing the names of a few works?

"Literature needs to be understood with heart, and is a comprehensive expression of talent. What's the use of just knowing a few names? A primary school student can memorize them. You have to read, read, and write with your heart, then you can be considered literate. People

Being popular just by memorizing the names of a few works can only show that our era is the end of literature..."

After Shen Qingfeng finished speaking, Guo Ranran shook his head and said: "It is a cultural person like Teacher Shen who speaks well and has a high position. His views are always refreshing."

Another colleague said: "Shen Qingfeng is a real writer and a real cultural person, so his standing height must be different."

Zhang Cannian glanced at Wang Zixu and said, "What he said is not very comprehensive."

Xu Shichao said: "Yes, the rumors he heard may not be complete. Xiao Wang memorized a section of the book on the spot that day. What was that?... Anyway, he finished reciting such a long section without even stuttering. I

At that time, my jaw almost dropped. Xiao Wang still has something."

Guo Ranran didn't even look at Wang Zixu and said, "I don't know if he recited it correctly or not. But I still choose to believe that he is a truly educated person."

She specially emphasized the word "true" and turned to glance at Wang Zixu. Wang Zixu was used to being denied, so he didn't have much trouble in his heart. He just lowered his head and muttered:

"What kind of cultural person is Shen Qingfeng..."

"Ah? What did you say?"

Guo Ranran's question was not answered because the leader walked into the conference room. Seeing everyone gathered together, Gouju asked:

"What are you doing? When did you become so active in meetings?"

Everyone dispersed and found their seats one after another. Gouju turned to look at the TV and suddenly realized:

"Oh, you are watching this symposium. I watched the replay yesterday. Okay, okay, stop nagging. It's time for the meeting."

Director Gou sat down at the head of the long table and took out a small notebook from his bag:

"A brief regular meeting, ah, Monday, everyone is also very busy, ah, I can understand everyone's mood, I won't say much, ah, briefing on last week's situation."

As soon as Gou Ju started the meeting, Wang Zixu started to feel sleepy.

Gou Ju has a characteristic: he usually speaks normally, but when he is in a meeting to host a speech, he likes to use "ah" when speaking. He almost uses "ah" as a period, and he uses it very rhythmically. Wang Zixu has to

Sleepy.

"Last week, ah, with the hard work of all comrades, the inspection work of our unit ended successfully. We finally achieved a score of 7.8. Ah. Excellent grade."

When Gou Ju finished speaking, the audience burst into warm applause.
Chapter completed!