I'm not a literary giant

Chapter 47: Run! Melos
For the next two days, Wang Zixu was in a state of spiritual emptiness, walking unsteadily, as if he had had a satisfying dream.

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

Only when he was alone would Wang Zixu's face be filled with a confident smile as he recalled his brilliant performance and king-level performance that day.

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

In fact, whether it is Qiu Ge or Chun Outing, Winter Insects or Summer Grass, it doesn’t matter who he is chatting with. Except for Wen Ai, he will not have any intersection with her life.

He cares about being recognized.

He has the ability to attract the opposite sex and make 10,000 yuan in two hours. He has achieved success in the secular sense and is not a loser in the eyes of others who is in a midlife crisis. He is recognized.

This is a kind of power, a kind of authority. Power is 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 about power.

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

When he wrote scripts before, he had some dislike for his work and contempt for himself - of course, he was self-intoxicated with his writing style and felt that he was a bright person and was not vulgar - but he always had an immoral sense of the motivation for his work. After all, his purpose was to make money, and the service content was to provide libido.

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

Qiuge told him her confusion and doubts, shared her pain and struggle. He not only created libido, but also gave her the courage to face life.

A knife can be used to kill or save people. In the hands of a butcher it is a butcher knife, 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 Ai undoubtedly led Wen Ai in the direction of the scalpel. If he wanted Wen Ai to continue moving in this direction, he needed to consistently carry out his passion and continuously output scripts of equal quality.

He was trying to turn something that most people considered to be very vulgar into an elegant work. His behavior had a touch of tragic grandeur.

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

Wang Zixu stood in front of the washbasin, staring at himself in the mirror. The sunlight shone through the screen window of the bathroom, casting oblique rays in the air, illuminating the floating dust and making the face in the mirror blurry.

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

……

The next day at work, a message came from the Wen Ai app on his phone, reminding him that there was an exclusive order waiting for him to accept. It was from Qiu Ge.

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

The message came almost instantly:

[I know we agreed yesterday that it would only be that one time, but after talking to you, I have been trying to resist the urge to talk to you. It was very painful. So I decided to be willful, this is the last time. I want to say one last word to you. ]

Wang Zixu sent a message: [Just tell me what you have to say first. ]

[I read a book today and also sniffed the fragrance between the cracks of the book. It was really refreshing. I haven't read a book so attentively for a long time. Thank you. ]

[Just for this sentence? ]

【Just for this sentence. 】

[Yes. Got it.]

【Don’t you want to know what book it is? 】

[Even if you tempt me with my favorite things, I won't be fooled - as long as you ask, I will take the initiative to fall into your trap. ] [You make me sound like the snake in the Garden of Eden, tempting Eve to eat the forbidden fruit. I am obviously not. ]

[But because I am the 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 conversation between the two came to an end. In the afternoon, Qiu Ge, who said one thing and meant another, placed another order, and this time Wang Zixu accepted it directly.

[There is one last thing I want to say to you no matter what. This is really the last thing.]

【Then you say it. 】

[I attended a symposium today. Or rather, I thought it was a symposium, but I ended up walking the whole time. My feet are swollen and hurt so much! Look! ]

Along with the message came a photo showing a snow-white foot with a lake blue high-heeled shoe hooked on the toes and an elegant pearl anklet hanging on the instep.

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

Qiuge: [How could it be? It's just a pair of high heels. Can you find me with just a pair of high heels?]

[Why not? Cinderella was found with just one crystal 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 his ambition.]

In the next two days, Qiuge kept issuing orders to him, saying only one or two words each time. Even though Wang Zixu lowered the threshold to 60 yuan per time, he still issued orders.

Wang Zixu marveled at the other party's extravagance, and began to understand why some girls nowadays cannot settle down after making a quick buck. If you don't have a firm heart, it is easy to feel that everything is within your reach, and then let your rationality and bottom line relax.

……

Some people in the company still teased Wang Zixu about his reputation as a "great writer", but the topic was no longer popular and people's interest had obviously shifted. He also settled down to a comfortable life.

At work that day, Wang Zixu was still doing his job as usual. Zhang Cangnian walked in with a teacup in his arms, looking left and right. Wang Zixu was used to it and left him alone.

Finally, Zhang Cangnian spoke up himself, saying with full energy, "I haven't seen you active these days."

Wang Zixu looked up in confusion, not understanding the meaning of his words, and said, "I sometimes take a walk at night, so I might not have run into him."

Zhang Cangnian made a "tsk" sound and said, "I'm not talking about this activity. Didn't you go and talk to Director Gou about it?"

Prince Xu opened his mouth: "What to talk about?"

Zhang Cangnian was surprised and asked, "You don't know?"

"what happened?"

"Tsk, the evaluation will be held soon." Zhang Cangnian looked at him as if he was looking at his ignorant nephew.

Wang Zixu realized it belatedly and said, "Oh."

"Oh what? You didn't do any preparations, did you?" Zhang Cangnian asked, "If you don't take action, do you still want to be promoted in the future?"

(End of this chapter)