1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 562 concludes "The Little Prince".

"Oh dear, you two comrades, what are you doing?"

Jiang Xian's attitude was firm: "It's certain that my child was in the wrong today, and we should handle it however we need to. Whether it's an apology or covering the medical expenses, I have no objections. But what's the point of you giving my daughter money? This is outrageous."

"What? An apology?"

Dai Jun was completely stunned. "Look at what you're saying! How can you apologize to me? I made such a scene when I went to your place last time, and I haven't apologized to you yet."

"There's not much to say about what happened last time. It was just a business disagreement, and some conflict is normal."

"Ouch."

Dai Jun shook his head. "Director Jiang, you must be a capable person. Look at your demeanor, you're truly extraordinary. No wonder you were able to say 'Long live understanding' back then. Anyway, I have to learn from you. Please don't mention apologizing for this matter today. If you apologize to me, you're really underestimating me, Old Dai."

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Xiao Bo's mother then seemed to wake from a dream, a very unnatural smile appearing on her face. Her previous fierceness vanished without a trace, and her tone became incredibly soft.
"Oh dear, look what's happened. You tell me, what kind of attitude was that? I'm ashamed when I think about it now. Thank goodness you're so magnanimous and didn't hold it against me."

Upon hearing this, Dai Jun immediately guessed that his wife must have said something inappropriate to Jiang Xian earlier, and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Director Jiang, my wife isn't very educated and can't really connect with someone as cultured as you. But she's not a bad person. She may not be educated, and what she says may not be pleasant to hear, but I'll definitely discipline her properly when we get back. I'll also let her read more of your novels so she can learn something."

Jiang Xian was even more speechless.

Sigh, all he wants is to be a reasonable and responsible parent, why is it so difficult?

Meanwhile, the teachers in the office gradually began to understand what was going on.

Your novel
"Long live understanding?"
River.
"Ouch."

One of the teachers shuddered and tentatively looked at Jiang Xuan, "You wouldn't happen to be writer Jiang, would you?"

"Which writer Jiang?" someone nearby immediately asked in a low voice.

"Which Jiang writer could it be?"

The teacher was visibly excited. "Jiang Xian, the writer Jiang Xian, the one who wrote 'The Chess King,' 'Wreath Under the Mountain,' 'The Heavenly Game,' and 'The Playboy.'"

"What?"

A group of kindergarten teachers all looked at Jiang Xian with expectant eyes, waiting for his response.

The teachers were generally young and had read a lot of literature. Of course, they had all heard of Jiang Xian and had read his novels to some extent. When they heard that Niannian's father was this writer, they were extremely excited.

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Jiang Xian was actually reluctant to reveal his identity, but things had escalated to this point, and he could no longer keep it a secret.

"Cough cough."

Seeing Jiang Xian's predicament, Director Wu of the kindergarten quickly stepped forward and said, "Alright, alright, I think it's best to let the parents on both sides talk about this matter themselves. You can go out first and stop making a fuss here."

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The teachers, who had not yet received confirmation, left the office with regrets on their faces, turning back again and again, reluctant to leave.

Director Wu, with his years of experience and keen insight, had already discerned Jiang Xian's identity. He adjusted his glasses and smiled:
"So you're Writer Jiang. I really didn't know that. I never expected your daughter to be in our kindergarten."

"Oh dear, please don't think like that. What's the difference between my daughter and other people's daughters? Even his daughter is the same, isn't she? Please don't think there's anything wrong with that," Jiang Xian said.

"As expected of a great writer, his awareness is a level above others." Director Wu said with a smile. "If you ask me, some comrades really have problems. As long as they have a little status, they all come to me and ask me to give their children some special treatment."

“Of course, can our writer Jiang be the same as these ordinary people?” Dai Jun chimed in from the side.

"Cough cough."

Jiang Xian was too lazy to argue with the two of them anymore. "Director Wu, thank you for helping me out of this predicament today. As for my identity, well, it's not an important one, but I would still appreciate it if you could keep it a secret as much as possible."

"Don't worry about that, I promise I'll keep my mouth shut and not say anything, and I'll also make sure the teachers today don't say anything either." Director Wu said with a smile. "I just have a favor to ask, oh, it's not much trouble for you, but if there's some kind of cultural activity at school later, could you come over and sit with the children, interact with them, and let the children also receive some cultural influence?"

“That’s easy to say.” Jiang Xian thought about it for a moment and decided it wasn’t too difficult, so he readily agreed.

On the other side, Dai Jun, seeing that his benefactor had already agreed to help him before he could even do so, anxiously interjected:
"Director Jiang, what a coincidence! I've been wanting to visit you and talk about the sponsorship, and I never expected to run into you here today. Since we've met, why don't we find a place to sit down and have something to eat?"

Jiang Xian thought about it and decided that sitting with Dai Jun wouldn't be a bad idea, since his Jiang Niannian was in the wrong today.

"Alright."

The two families greeted Director Wu and said goodbye before leaving the office.

"How did you get here?" Dai Jun asked Jiang Xian, leaning closer.

“Riding a bicycle.”

"Why don't you just ride in my car? I'll find the nearest restaurant and we can go together."

"no need."

Jiang Xian knew immediately that Dai Jun was planning to treat him to a meal, so he didn't give him that opportunity.

"How about this, let's go to my place and have my wife cook something, then we can have a home-cooked meal together."

“That’s not appropriate.” Dai Jun naturally disagreed. “It’s too much trouble. You can call your sister-in-law over, and we can go out to eat together. There’s no need to come home. It’s much easier.”

"No trouble."

Jiang Xian remained firm in his stance, and Dai Jun had no choice but to compromise. In the end, both sides compromised, and Jiang Xian rode in Dai Jun's car back to Tuanjiehu together.

"This house is really nice."

When Dai Jun visited Jiang Xian's home, he couldn't help but feel envious. Despite his business success, he and his wife still lived in the factory office.

With Dai Jun's wife helping out, Zhu Lin quickly prepared some snacks to go with the drinks: peanuts, lotus root slices, and smashed cucumber.

The two sat down, and Dai Jun raised his glass to Jiang Xian first. "Director Jiang, I was really ungrateful last time and said so many stupid things. Oh, to be honest, after 'Stories from the Editorial Department' aired, I really regretted it to the core. At that time, I even thought the price you offered me was too high. Now that I think about it, it was too cheap. You were helping me, Old Dai, to make a fortune, and I didn't even seize the opportunity."

"Hehe, let's not talk about the past. You're in business, and you need so much money all at once, so it's normal to be cautious."

"No, no, no, it's my fault for being blind. I didn't recognize your talent. I'm not very cultured, so I don't know how to express my feelings. I'll drink this first." Dai Jun gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine.

"Hey, drink slowly, drink slowly."

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The two drank together and quickly became acquainted. Although Jiang Xian hadn't had a good impression of Dai Jun before, he found Dai Jun to be very generous this time. They talked things out and stopped dwelling on the past grievances.

"Director Jiang, please give me another chance. So many of my brothers rely on me for their livelihood. You gave me this chance once before, but I didn't seize it. I beg you to give me another chance."

"Don't say that." Jiang Xian waved his hand. "There's no such thing as giving or not giving opportunities. It's all business. To put it bluntly, it depends on how much guts you, Boss Dai, have. You say you're going to throw money at me, do you think I'd complain that the money is dirty?"

"Director Jiang."

Dai Jun gritted his teeth and said, "We'll give you 500,000 yuan as 'labor substitutes,' 500,000 yuan, and all I ask is that you write a line or a plot for me, is that alright?"

"Five million?"

Jiang Xian glanced at Dai Jun, "Really 500,000?"

“Really, 500,000!” Dai Jun said through gritted teeth.

He also knew that he hadn't cherished the opportunities Jiang Xian had given him before, so this time he would have to pay a much higher price.

It was all thanks to his son and Jiang Xian's daughter that he finally got this opportunity, and he couldn't let it slip away easily.

Dai Jun had to admit that there was a gambling element to his decision to spend 500,000 yuan.

But in business, there's no such thing as a business that's built up by taking steady, methodical steps.

Moreover, the quality of the TV series "Stories from the Editorial Department" gave him great confidence.

He believed that his 500,000 yuan would allow them to take their "labor-replacing" toilet cleaner to the next level.

"Row."

Seeing that Dai Jun was really going to spend 500,000 yuan, Jiang Xian smiled and put down his wine glass. "I guarantee that you won't waste your money, Mr. Dai. You need lines, right? I'll make one up for you right now."

"Can you write lyrics now?" Dai Jun hesitated again, afraid that Jiang Xian, who was drunk, wouldn't be able to write any good lyrics for him. But he couldn't stop him. Finally, he made up his mind. He had already spent 500,000 yuan. Was he afraid that Jiang Xian wouldn't write good lyrics for him?

Ren Jiangxian's novels are so masterful that even a casual fart from him could be enough for them to "work for".

"You say it and I listen."

Jiang Xian put down his chopsticks and tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "Hmm, toilet cleaner. Hmm."

The two of them fell silent immediately, and Dai Jun's wife, who was standing nearby, was also drawn to the scene.

I heard everything my partner said.

Oh my, 500,000 just for a single line of lyrics?

Jiang Xian has a silver tongue.

Five hundred thousand for a single line of poetry—that's not just a thousand pieces of gold per word, it's probably tens of thousands of gold per word!

Seeing Jiang Xian's thoughtful expression, Dai Jun felt uneasy, afraid that Jiang Xian might say the wrong thing and cause Dai Jun to lose the 500,000 yuan.

"Huh? Yes!"

After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Xian's face lit up with excitement. "What do you think of this line?"

"Okay, go ahead, I'm listening." Dai Jun patted his cheeks to clear his head, afraid that he might have missed a word.

"This is how I put it."

Jiang Xian smiled and said, word by word, "If you smoke two fewer packs of Marlboro, you won't need to clean the toilet for a year."

"Smoke two fewer packs of Marlboro cigarettes, and you won't need to clean the toilet for a year?" Dai Jun pondered for a moment, then slapped his thigh. "Hey, that's a good phrase! It's really true, our toilet cleaner only costs about two packs of Marlboro!"

"I'll have the actor say that line, and then I'll have your 'labor substitute' toilet cleaner make an appearance. Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied! Satisfied!"

Dai Jun, who was just worried that Jiang Xian would mess things up for him, is now beaming with joy.

An advertising slogan doesn't need to be overly literary; it just needs to attract viewers and stimulate their desire to buy.

Jiang Xian's offhand remark was, in Dai Jun's opinion, perfectly appropriate and fitting.

"I think your line is a perfect fit!"

Dai Jun's wife, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement.

So, just one line of text is worth 500,000?

Is Dai Jun drunk or has he gone mad?
Without punctuation, there are only a dozen or so characters in total. If each character is counted, it would cost nearly 50,000!
The wording is actually quite good, and it fits their "labor-substitute" toilet cleaner vibe very well.

Is it really worth it?

Dai Jun's wife was unsure what to do.

After the meal, Dai Jun and his family said goodbye and left. Jiang Xian reflected on the day's gains and losses and couldn't help but sigh. He never expected that Jiang Niannian's commotion would bring him another 500,000 yuan in sponsorship.

However, the children still needed to be educated. After washing his face, Jiang Xian told Zhu Lin about what happened today in detail, and then pulled Jiang Niannian to the living room and told her about what happened today with a stern face.

"You could have solved the problem calmly and objectively, so why did you resort to such violence? Have your parents ever done anything like this? Have your parents ever solved problems this way?"

"Well"

"Do you know how the other person felt when you pushed them down? When you fell, didn't your parents feel sorry for you? If you're unhappy, you can tell your parents, and they will help you. If your parents aren't around, you can talk to your teacher. There are many ways to resolve this. Hitting someone is never the best option."

"Well"

"You're not allowed to do that again, understand?" Jiang Xian asked.

"Oh." Jiang Niannian nodded, somewhat confused.

“Look at your father. What should you do if this happens again?” Jiang Xian asked again.

Zhu Lin glanced sideways at this "strict father," not expecting Jiang Xian to ask another question.

Because most parents simply say, "You must not do that again," and that's it.

It seems that Jiang Xian is quite adept at educating children.

On the other side, under Jiang Xian's guidance, Jiang Niannian spoke softly about what she should do. She was then punished by Jiang Xian to clean up Zhu Lin's house before being allowed to go to sleep.

"I didn't realize you were such a good father." Zhu Lin whispered to Jiang Xian after Jiang Niannian fell asleep.

"Which father doesn't have to be a little strict?"

Jiang Xian stretched and said, "You go to sleep first. I'll go back to work and finish 'The Little Prince'."

(End of this chapter)