In the next two days, Wang Zixu was in a state of spiritual confusion, walking erratically, as if he had a hearty dream.

But at the same time, he carefully maintained a sense of proportion and tried his best not to let anyone see his inner excitement. Everyone including his wife, boss, and colleagues felt that he seemed to be more silent than before, and they could not find the reason.

Only when he is alone, Wang Zixu will have a confident smile on his face, recalling his wonderful performance and king-level performance that day.

He is not addicted to the pleasure of cheating. He will not cheat. And it is too superficial. No matter how much Junichi Watanabe polishes and exaggerates, it is still superficial.

In fact, whether it is autumn songs, spring outings, winter insects or summer grass, it doesn't matter who the chat partner is. Except for Wen Yan, he will not have any intersection with her life.

What he cares about is that he is recognized.

He not only has the ability to attract the attention of the opposite sex, but also has the ability to make 10,000 yuan in two hours. He has achieved success in the worldly sense and is not a loser in the middle-aged crisis in people's eyes. He has been recognized.

This is a kind of power, a kind of authority. Power can be addictive, and this kind of power is no exception.

Wang Zixu now has a deeper understanding of Oscar Wilde’s words: Everything in life is related to sex, except sex. Sex is related to power.

At the same time, after experiencing a real speech therapy, his view of the app changed.

When he wrote scripts before, he had a certain disdain for work and self-disdain - of course, he was narcissistic about his writing, and felt that he was bright and not insignificant - but he was always concerned about the motivation of his work.

He has a sense of immorality. After all, his purpose is to make money, and the service content is to provide libido.

But after actually having speech therapy, he was shocked to find that Zuo Ziliang was right.

Qiu Ge told him her confusion and doubts, and shared her pain and struggle. He was not only creating libido, he was providing her with the courage to face life.

A knife can be used to kill people, or it can be used to save people. In the hands of a butcher, it is a butcher's knife, and in the hands of a doctor, it is a scalpel. What kind of knife it is depends on how he uses his talent.

The scripts he wrote for Wen Wen undoubtedly led Wen Wen in the direction of the scalpel. And if Wen Wen is to continue to move in this direction, he needs to consistently implement his enthusiasm and constantly output equal amounts.

Quality script.

He is trying to turn a thing that most people think is very obscene into an elegant job. There is a trace of tragedy in his behavior.

Whether Wen Ai can continue to be elegant depends on how long he can dance. Indeed, as Zuo Ziliang said, Wen Ai is jazz, and he is improvising.

Wang Zixu stood in front of the washstand, staring at himself in the mirror. The sunlight passed through the screen window of the bathroom and cast oblique light in the air, illuminating the floating dust and blurring the face in the mirror.

"Run! Wang Zixu, run!" he said, "run until you have no strength to run anymore!"

…

When he went to work the next day, a message came from the Wenyan app on his phone, reminding him that there was an exclusive order waiting for him to accept. It was from Qiu Ge.

After seeing it, he put it aside for a long time. After finishing the work at hand, he found that Qiu Ge had not canceled it. After much hesitation, he finally chose to accept it.

A message came over there almost instantly:

[I know it was agreed yesterday only once, but after talking to you, I have been resisting the urge to talk to you. It was very painful for me to endure it. So I decided to be willful. This is the last time. I want to finally talk to you.

Say something.]

Wang Zixu sent a message: [Please tell me first and listen to it.]

[I read a book today and sniffed the fragrance in the crevices of the book. It was really refreshing. I haven’t read a book with such concentration for a long time. Thank you.]

【Just for this sentence?】

【Just for this sentence.】

【Yeah. Got it.】

【Don't you ask what kind of book it is?】

[Even if you seduce me with my favorite thing, I won’t be fooled—just ask, and I will take the initiative to fall for you.]

[You say that I am like the snake in the Garden of Eden, tempting Eve to eat the forbidden fruit. I am obviously not.]

[But because I am a little prince. The little prince was bitten to death by a snake, so I have to be extra careful.]

[Don’t worry. I might bite you, but I definitely won’t bite you to death.]

If she continued talking, she would have to drive. Wang Zixu ignored her. The chat between the two came to an end. In the afternoon, the duplicitous Qiu Ge placed another order, and this time Wang Zixu accepted it directly.

[There is one last thing I want to say to you anyway. It’s really the last thing.]

【Then just say it.】

[I went to a symposium today, or I thought it was a symposium, but I kept walking. My feet were swollen from walking. It hurts! Look!]

Along with the news came a photo, which showed a snow-white foot with a lake-blue high-heeled shoe hooked on the toe, and a graceful pearl anklet hanging on the instep.

Little Prince: [Don’t send real-life photos to people you don’t know, as this will reveal your true identity.]

Qiu Ge: [How could it be? It’s just a high-heeled shoe. How could you find me with just a high-heeled shoe? 】

[Why not? Cinderella was found with only a glass slipper. 】

[But it was the prince who found Cinderella, and you are just a little prince. What can a little prince do? Hehe.]

[Don’t underestimate the little prince. Some parts of the little prince can be very big - I mean ambition.]

In the next two days, Qiu Ge kept billing him, saying only one or two sentences each time. Even if Wang Zixu adjusted the single-time threshold to 60 yuan, the other party would still bill him.

Wang Zixu marveled at the other party's luxury, and began to understand why some girls now can never settle down after making quick money. If you don't have perseverance in your heart, it is easy to feel that everything is at your fingertips, and then let your reason and bottom line relax.

.

…

There are still people in the workplace who are joking about Wang Zixu as a "great writer", but the topic has passed and people's interest has obviously shifted. He has also become comfortable.

When he went to work that day, Wang Zixu was still doing his work as usual. Zhang Cannian walked in with a teacup in his arms, looking left and right. Wang Zixu was used to it, so he left him alone.

In the end, Zhang Cannian opened his mouth and said angrily: "I haven't seen you move these days."

The prince raised his head in confusion, unable to understand the meaning of his words, and said: "I sometimes go for a walk at night, maybe I didn't meet him."

Zhang Cangnian clicked his tongue and said, "I'm not talking about this event. Didn't you go talk to Director Gou?"

Wang Zixu opened his mouth: "What are you talking about?"

Zhang Cannian was surprised: "You don't know?"

"What's wrong?"

"Tsk, the evaluation is about to begin." Zhang Cannian looked at him as if he were looking at his ignorant nephew.

Wang Zixu realized it later and said: "Oh."
Chapter completed!