Junichi Watanabe's novels are famous for extramarital affairs. Wang Zixu had only heard of him before. He used to only pay attention to the Nobel Prize for Literature. There were many areas in literature that he was unfamiliar with.

And he doesn't think highly of writers who only write about this kind of subject.

The subject of extramarital affairs is equivalent to drugs, crime, violence, and sex in American movies. It is designed to attract attention. It is like a table full of shark fins, bird's nests, and abalone. No matter how bad the cook is, at least there will be someone dedicated to making each dish.

Go eat the ingredients. What kind of skill is it to write about this kind of subject well?

But since doing this job, he has bought many books by Watanabe Junichi. Although Watanabe Junichi is such a writer, everyone can write about extramarital affairs, so why is he the only one so popular? At least in terms of stimulating libido, he is

Worth learning from. Wang Zixu stole a lot of things from him.

Wang Zixu continued to write in the document:

My eyes moved from your glittering lips to your tiny toes painted with red nail polish. The insteps of your feet are as white as snow, so white that you can see the slender cyan blood vessels on them. This made me feel a little pity, just like a Yangshao person.

Just like the pottery he had just made, this body is such a young, innocent work of art, and what I am doing is as if I am trying to break it.

…

"The screen is broken, and it's only been used for two years." His wife stretched out the phone to him, with a frustrated expression on her face. "The people in the mobile phone store said it's leaking, so it's better to buy a new one."

"Then buy it," he said: "I should have a new amount of royalties credited to my account recently."

"How many?"

"It's hard to say, at least 600."

"600 is not enough! If you earn 6,000, it will be more than enough."

"If I write nine more, it will be 6,000," he said. "The important thing is not how much. The important thing is that I got the opportunity to serialize it, and I will always have royalties in my account from now on."

…

"Has the royalties arrived?" Zuo Ziliang called him, "This is the first payment. As long as you keep writing like this, your income will be more and more in the future. Then, you don't need to write so long.

You know, 2,000 words is enough, generally speaking.”

He said honestly: If I don’t write more, I feel sorry for the money.

"Oh! Be honest! But I like it," Zuo Ziliang said, "Keep it to 2,000 words! This is a requirement. Anything more is a waste. You have enough energy, but they don't have that much energy. It's not like writing a masterpiece.

"

"I just write it as a masterpiece."

Zuo Ziliang ignored his stubbornness: "You know, your stuff has received a very good response. Almost all the women laughed when they saw what you wrote about Yangshao pottery and so on."

"Is it funny?"

"No, very good." Zuo Ziliang patted his arm, "You have really opened up a new path with your spirituality. Women will be very interested in you, and your sentences cannot be written by ordinary minds.

. Remember, women don’t care about being pleased, they prefer to be conquered. Your writing can conquer them.”

Zuo Ziliang understands women very well, but Wang Zixu feels that he does not understand writing. Wang Zixu feels that this is not writing. Compared with those Nobel Prize-winning writers, he is not qualified to use the word "writing".

"I think it's imagination, and rhetoric is a form of imagination," he said.

Zuo Ziliang said: "Your imagination is an aphrodisiac, even more effective than real aphrodisiacs. This is the business list of our speech therapists after using your script. Take a look at the comments from users. You don't even know what you have created."

How much libido."

He clicked on the business order evaluation page on the APP and pushed the phone to Wang Zixu. The screen displayed many enthusiastic praises from users:

[The little brother is so charming! My heart was beating wildly the whole time I was chatting with him. He was so playful, handsome and sexy! Yes, even though he only had text, I could feel that he was very sexy! I can’t help it anymore.

Screaming the whole time!...]

[Awesome! Although the little brother is very young, he is so awesome! It makes me feel like my old aunt has turned into a little girl! Oh my God, he is really good at talking...]

[My little brother’s knowledge is really great! It’s really enjoyable to listen to him talk! How can someone be so good at chatting!...]

[With just one sentence, I felt weak all over from what he said...]

Wang Zixu slowly slid the screen, as if he wanted to engrave all these messages into his memory.

He looks calm on the outside, but there is an undercurrent surging inside - a few days ago, he would never have imagined that there would be a group of strange women in this world who were crazy about his writing.

The irony is that he tried to prove himself to the literary world countless times, but could not even please his wife; but one unintentional intervention got him the recognition he dreamed of. This is simply more exciting than O. Henry's comedy novels

Bitterness - indeed, the core of comedy is complete tragedy.

He raised his head and found Zuo Ziliang looking at him with a strange expression: "Why are you laughing?"

"I didn't? Did I laugh?"

"You smiled. Take your phone and look at it yourself."

Wang Zixu picked up his mobile phone and turned on the front camera. In the camera, his lips were pressed into a line, and the corners of his mouth were tilted upward like a fishhook, and he couldn't press it down.

He smiled, a hideous and ugly smile. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to imagine that he would show such a vulgar expression.

Zuo Ziliang said: "Stop being like this, it's so scary. Just be normal. It's just a few good reviews. There will be more and more in the future. I told you, I can see at a glance that you can be very popular.

Your words can conquer women."

Wang Zixu stood up and said goodbye to Zuo Ziliang. After walking out of the coffee shop, he rubbed his face frantically, trying to wipe away the traces of the smile just now.

"I am an author who aspires to win the Nobel Prize in Literature," Wang Zixu said as he looked into the rearview mirror of the car. "I have world-class insights. I stand at the height of human beings and understand the deepest things in human nature."

After saying that, he calmed down a lot, took a deep breath, and finally calmed down the restlessness in his chest.

Because he has an insight into human nature, he can easily take advantage of it and play with it. No one understands the feeling of loneliness better than him, so users who want something have no secrets in his eyes.

This is the magic that words have.

Because of this, he felt despicable. He felt deeply despicable because of the secret pleasure he had just felt.
Chapter completed!