Whoever will shake the world with his voice will remain silent for a long time; whoever will ignite lightning will drift like a cloud for a long time.

Although old comrade Wang Jianguo has never read Nietzsche, he has learned to be patient in his life lessons today.

Now it is Lao Zhang's home court, with luxury cars, a new house, and children. He can only stay away.

However, as long as Lao Zhang cannot take him to the East China Sea in the future, his son Wang Zixu will always be in Xihe anyway, and the opportunity for revenge will always be there.

As he gets older, there will always be times when he has a headache and a fever. Lao Zhang will always understand: Children who have no future are a blessing. No matter how high or far they fly, being a Kunpeng is of no use to the elderly. Two birds in the forest are not as good as one in the hand.

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Wang Jianguo's face was as sinking as water, and he planned to figure it out slowly.

Seeing the serious face of old comrade Wang Jianguo, Wang Zixu became extremely anxious.

Zhang Wei didn't pay attention to the expressions of the father and son at all, and said to his sister: "I heard that the top guy has a good relationship with Professor Zhong of Nanda University. You have connections at Nanda University. Please give me a call and ask. Just give me a message."

Zhang Xixi smacked the melon seeds and pouted: "Do you think the professor is the head teacher? Just saying hello can make me ask him for help? Why don't you just ask me to ask the senior leader?"

"It's okay if you can find a big leader."

"Don't make trouble!"

Just now, Wang Zixu was still worried that he was being sentimental, but now he was sure that he was talking about the number one person in the Xihe Literary Society. The one they were looking for was him.

He couldn't help but... his face turned red.

Wang Zixu frowned and thought: How can I confess my identity to them decently without appearing arrogant, so that they can take me seriously without appearing too aggressive?... In layman's terms, it means "how to show off decently".

He is extremely inexperienced in this area.

"Ahem, um..." Wang Zixu rubbed his hands on his pants, "Xihe Literary Society..."

The attention of the Zhang brothers and sisters was not on him at all. Zhang Xixi turned her head and said to her brother: "If you can't interview the first place, you might as well interview the second place."

Zhang Weiyile: "Did you know? What a coincidence, the first place and the second place are from the same company."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, and how do you know that I didn't interview the second person?" Zhang Wei shook his head, "I sent her interview back to the company to have it sorted out, but I don't think the effect was very good. I still want to interview that person.

name."

The two of them chatted so much that they drowned out Wang Zixu's voice. The more he spoke, the quieter he spoke, and finally he simply rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

It’s so hard to show off.

When can I naturally laugh up at the sky and go out? Why can Li Bai's pretense be so easy to pick up antelope horns?

Zhang Xixi asked: "Then how do you know that the top interviewer will be able to publish the article?"

Zhang Wei said: "Of course I know this. Do you remember there was a wonderful interview on the stage that day? I was very impressed after listening to it. It's a pity that it was not recorded at the time, and the TV station did not play it back later."

Zhang Xixi said: "What are you talking about?"

Zhang Wei frowned and thought, rubbed his forehead with his fingers, made a hissing sound in his mouth, and said after a while:

"The general meaning is that literature is a work that only failed people will read."

Zhang Xixi smiled slyly: "No wonder I can't read literary works, because I am too successful."

"That's not what I mean," Wang Zixu said. "Literature is not exclusively for losers. It should be said that literature relies on failure and moves towards victory. Failure and victory are not two completely different things, but two parts of the same thing.

aspects."

"My words are not all my own thoughts. Mr. Lu Xun once said in a speech, 'Literature is the most useless. People without strength can speak; people with strength do not speak.

, just kill people, the oppressed people will be killed if they say a few words or write a few words; even if they are lucky enough not to be killed, they still scream, complain and complain every day, while the powerful people still oppress, abuse and kill.

There is no way to deal with them'.

"This is about literature during the revolutionary period. But what about the literature after the victory of the revolution? People don't look at whether your ideas are right or not, and don't think about the value of your works. They just look at how much money you make. If you make money

If you make more money, you are right. If others make more money, then others are more right.

"If you speak out your thoughts, people will doubt your ulterior motives, whether you want to be famous or make more money. So I can only tell stories and let people who read them think about it. I just hope that some of them can see something from it.

Come, be able to survive in the face of death and win in the face of defeat at critical moments."

The strange thing is that when he talks about literature, Wang Zixu becomes energetic and pretends that all those little things are forgotten by him. Literature is always the thing that can give him eternal pleasure.

After he finished speaking for a long time, he realized that everyone was staring at him. Only then did he realize that what he just said was missing some necessary information, so he added:

"The person you want to interview is me. I am the number one person in the Xihe Literary Society."

"Ah?" Zhang Xixi made a confused voice.

Wang Zixu simply said: "My name is Wang Zixu."

Comrade Wang Jianguo on the side rolled his eyes: "Tsk, I'm talking about business, what nonsense are you talking about? What's your first name?"

Hearing what Wang Jianguo said, everyone realized that Wang Zixu was joking just now, and they all breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. If he really was the number one in the Xihe Literary Society, his father wouldn't even know about it, but what happened next

, everyone breathed a sigh of relief again.

"But I am the number one in the Xihe Literary Society?"

He reached for the waistband of his trousers and wanted to throw out the evidence in a cool way, but he came up empty and froze in place.

Where is my newspaper?

Looking at his look, Wang Jianguo felt more and more that his son was being stupid, and his face was impatient: "What on earth are you going to do?"

"Where's my newspaper?"

Wang Zixu remembered that he had thrown the newspaper on the coffee table, and hurriedly ran to the living room, only to find that the coffee table was bare. Fortunately, there is no end to the problem. He lowered his head and found the newspaper in the trash can next to him.

Wang Zixu returned to the crowd with the newspaper, showed the front page, and clicked on the seat in the middle.

"Well, this is me. I'm just a prince, there's no need to pretend, right?"

In the newspaper, the figure standing in the middle is undoubtedly Wang Zixu, who is much taller than the people on both sides.

It's a pity that Chen Qingluo was not included in the photo, otherwise Wang Zixu would have cut it out and treasured it.

Old comrade Wang Jianguo quickly took the newspaper and read it. Zhang Xixi lowered her head to read the newspaper, then looked up at him, then looked down at the newspaper, then looked up at him again. She pointed her finger in the air, but could not speak. Finally, she covered her mouth and took a breath.

Cool air.

How dare they discuss it here for a long time, research and come up with ideas, while the real owner is sitting at his own home?

How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

Zhang Wei was stunned for a long time, then stood up suddenly: "You are the first prize of this Xihe Cultural Association, the first place recommended by the collective?"

The prince waved his hand: "Yes, but I think a writer's reputation should lie in his works, not in the awards he has won."

Zhang Wei quickly ran over and held his hand:

"You are the number one, you should have told me earlier! I was here just now... I'm so sorry for what I did, you did, and I did, cough!"

Zhang Wei's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, causing Wang Zixu to feel embarrassed on his behalf.

He wiped the sweat from his back.

What a jerk, how can he pretend to be so piecemeal, there is no one else but him.

If he could do it all over again, he would definitely learn from Li Bai and be bolder and bolder.

"You idiot, you just told me such a big thing today?" Wang Jianguo stared at him like a toad and yelled, "What kind of award did you win? You didn't even tell your father, right? You kid, you want to

If not for your sake, I would take off my shoes and beat you with the soles of my shoes!"

Wang Zixu said: "Isn't this the announcement I've made?"

Wang Jianguo said: "It happened the day before yesterday, and I only found out today! All the people in Xihe know it, so you just told me!"

The prince humbly thought, don't you usually look down on me for writing? The old man feels aggrieved now.

He said: "This little thing is not worth fussing about."

Wang Jianguo was anxious at first: "What do you mean? If you are first in Xihe Literary Society, you are the first in Xihe to be able to write articles! For such a glorious thing, other people would set off firecrackers in front of their ancestors' graves.

Yeah! Why do you call it ya za hoo hoo!?"

He lowered his head and looked at the newspaper again, and said eagerly: "It says there is a bonus of 100,000 yuan, is it true?"

Wang Zixu drank water: "It's true. I used this money to buy you a house. It's not big, so it's just okay to live in."

Wang Jianguo's eyes suddenly shone, his chest straightened out, his waist straightened up, and he looked energetic, looking as if he had become ten years younger in an instant.

He looked at Lao Zhang with high spirits: "Did you hear that this guy still knows something? He got the bonus and bought me a house!"

Lao Zhang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said in a weak voice: "Okay, so filial."

After winning the game, Lao Wang felt elated and became a lot more cheerful, or perhaps too cheerful, and started talking nonsense again.

Wang Zixu shook his head and smiled softly.

Reconciled.

Wang Zixu had an urgent inspiration to write down next, so he declined Lao Zhang's invitation to stay. He left his contact information with Zhang Wei and promised him to make an appointment for an interview on another day.

Before going out, the Zhang brothers and sisters felt that they were not considerate and insisted on driving him back. Seeing Zhang Wei's firm attitude, Wang Zixu agreed and sat in the passenger seat of the Mercedes-Benz.
To be continued...