Wang Zixu was very surprised.

He has been very busy recently. Ning Chunyan is a very considerate person and considers that he is busy, so she rarely disturbs him. Today she made an exception to see him, which shows that she is really very busy.

He asked as if waking up from a dream: "Has the first issue of "New Appreciation" received enough manuscripts? Is it going to be released?"

As a member of the magazine, asking this question now feels a bit like Wang Huizhi being an official. Fortunately, Ning Chunyan didn't seem to care, and her voice was extremely noisy:

"Oh, it's already this time. What are you still talking about?... Regarding the 50,000 volumes and the auditorium, please make an appointment with me until 2 pm. I will go to the professor to talk... Hey, I'll just waste your time for half a day, okay?"

I'm really busy here, and Lu Qingxuan's kid even skipped school."

"Okay, when will you come over?"

"Tomorrow morning. Alas, that one is not our stamp. We are in line first..."

Wang Zixu said: "Then you should be busy. I will come over tomorrow."

Ning Chunyan said: "I have already given the teacher the money for the cover. Does the teacher want a sample? You still have to ask me for this kind of thing... Just send it to her directly. Why don't we have even one copy left in the office..."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zixu felt a little confused. The scene of Ning Chun's banquet worrying about the magazine was still vivid in his mind. Has the magazine been released in full swing now?

What night is this?

He pushed the door open and walked out of the workroom. He stood on the balcony holding a teacup when he suddenly felt a slight chill on his shoulders.

Looking as far as the eye can see, thousands of miles of clear autumn, the water flows with the sky. In front of the door is a road along the river, hugging the river like a jade belt, winding eastward, with the flow of cars and water flowing incessantly.

The deceased is like a man.

A strange thought suddenly appeared in his mind: What is brewing in this river that persists day and night? There must be a purpose for running so hard, right? It can't be to flow into the sea, evaporate into the sky, and then ride on the clouds.

Float back? Wang Zixu glanced at Bai Yun, who was lowering his head. Suddenly he thought that it was really possible to become a cloud. He wanted to become a cloud but he didn't know how to do it. It was great to be a river, and he accepted people's wishes.

Bird gas can turn into a typhoon and blow back.

After thinking wildly for a while, Wang Zixu realized that it wasn't Jiang Shuibu who was tired and confused from working day and night, but that he himself was tired and confused. So he quickly returned to the workroom, gathered all the draft papers and sorted them out again, saved the document and shut down the computer.

When he came out, Ye Lan had just walked in, with a cup of milk tea hanging on her left wrist, her calf raised and her right fingers hooking off her high heels.

Today she was wearing a white shirt with a suspender skirt underneath, and no stockings on her legs, which were white from top to bottom. When she saw Wang Zixu, she smiled and said, "Did you stay up late again yesterday? You look so stupid."

Wang Zixu yawned: "I don't need to stay up late today."

"Did you finish writing?"

"It's almost done." Wang Zixu yawned again, "I just didn't do my review well."

Ye Lan said: "You should sleep well first and then talk!"

She put on her slippers and walked into the kitchen. Wang Zixu asked: "Did you get off work so early today?"

Ye Lan's voice came from the kitchen: "I'm really afraid of that guy Zuo Ziliang. Now he is thinking about expansion. When he sees me, he will drag me to discuss it. I'm so annoyed that I went to find him."

An excuse came back."

Wang Zixu said: "Shouldn't we expand?"

Ye Lan's face popped up from the kitchen door, full of surprise: "You can earn hundreds of thousands a month by writing manuscripts every day. Aren't you satisfied? If you continue to expand, you will have to expand the company structure, raise funds, and dilute equity.

, a lot of messy things are coming to your door, can you bear it?"

Wang Zixu said: "The fundamental logic of the capitalist system is expansion. I just say that in theory it should expand, but it does not mean that I support expansion."

Ye Lan stared at his face as if staring at a strange object: "You are really weird!"

Wang Zixu shrugged: "Don't pay attention to me. My mind is very confused right now, so don't worry about what I said."

"Don't worry, I don't care."

Ye Lan changed the subject and said, "But I'm so bored now. I can't watch TV at home all afternoon, right? What are you going to do after you finish writing the manuscript?"

Wang Zixu said: "I plan to go to Nanda."

Ye Lan became excited: "Okay, okay! I also want to go for a walk at Nanda."

Wang Zixu said: "I went there because I have something to do."

"I'm fine, I'm going for a walk."

Although he promised Ning Chunyan to help out tomorrow morning, through a phone call, he could see how busy it was. He was too embarrassed to pretend that he didn't know and stay out of the matter. He decided to go over and lend a hand to see the situation.

After all, this magazine would not have been possible without my own initiative.

Ye Lan insisted on going with him, so he had to take her with him. Sitting in his car, Ye Lan was as excited as a primary school student going for a spring outing. While fastening his seat belt, he said, I think your story is true.

Okay, how did you come up with that ending?

The prince made no reply.

Fortunately, his residence is not far from Nanjing University, and the drive takes less than 20 minutes. He parked the car outside the campus, and as soon as he opened the door, a passenger electric car whizzed past the door. He left a sentence on the car and left it in the wind.

:

"Dude, you're blocking the newsstand to stock up!"

Wang Zixu was not yet sure whether the words were meant for him, but there was no doubt that there was a newsstand on the roadside. When he turned around, he saw a group of students coming towards them, and the leader turned out to be Zhao Peilin.

Zhao Peilin didn't see Wang Zixu for the first time. He rolled up his sleeves, pointed at the newsstand owner and said with a smile:

"We agreed to keep a batch for our Chinese department, but why don't you keep a single volume? I'm telling you, you're going to lose me as an old customer! You can't do business for a long time!"

The boss said: "Student boy, please calm down. Even if I don't do it for a long time, I have been doing it for 10 years. I can understand your feelings, but if you don't have it, you don't have it. It's sold too fast and I can't keep it!"

The five or six students led by Zhao Peilin were all boys, and they all started shouting loudly when they heard it.

Wang Zixu stepped forward and patted Zhao Peilin on the shoulder. When he turned around, he suddenly beamed:

"Hey, Wang Zixu! Long time no see, you came just in time!..."

While he was talking, Ye Lan stood next to Wang Zixu with milk tea in his arms. Zhao Peilin became mute on the spot, opening and closing his lips without making any sound, and stared at Ye Lan, trembling.

Ye Lan's pink lips and fragrant cheeks are like snow, her eyes are bright and her teeth are bright. She is very cool in a suspender that exposes her collarbone. Coupled with her mature temperament, she can cause tons of damage to young boys. She looked at Wang Zixu with a strange face and asked:

"What happened to your friend?"

"He was blown away by you."

Zhao Peilin pulled Wang Zixu aside: "If you have such resources, why didn't you introduce them earlier?"

Wang Zixu said: "Don't think about it, you can't control it."

After that, he asked again: "You just said that I came just in time, what are you doing?"

"Yes, yes, you came just in time," Zhao Peilin said, "Aren't you an employee of "Xin Shang" magazine? You have internal channels. Can you bring me a few copies of the first magazine? I want new ones."

As soon as Zhao Peilin finished speaking, several students who had originally gathered around the newsstand gathered around Wang Zixu.

"There are internal employees? Why didn't you tell me earlier, Zhao?"

"Bring me some copies too, many people are asking me for them!"

"I've already boasted about getting a copy of Haikou for my girlfriend. For the sake of my classmates, I'll help my brother!"

Wang Zixu poured cold water on their enthusiasm: "First of all, I am not an internal employee."

After a pause, he said: "I am the editor."

After saying that, the crowd became even more angry, and he added: "But even if I am the editor, I don't know what you are talking about. I am reviewing at home this month and have never been to the magazine. I also just learned about the first issue of "New Appreciation" magazine

Just sent it."

After he finished speaking, a group of students were immediately disappointed. Zhao Peilin even said hurtfully: "What use are you for?"

"What's going on? Why did you still grab it?" Wang Zixu asked.

Zhao Peilin said: "Don't you really know?"

"Know what?"

The magazine "New Award" has exploded online.

To be precise, it was not the magazine that became popular, but the Little Prince's first novel that became popular.

The news was leaked a week ago, and the magazine was released 5 days ago. Therefore, many people knew in advance that the Little Prince's first novel would be published for the first time in the "New Awards" magazine. Many people were waiting.

For everyone, whether they are fans of Little Prince or black people, something like this is considered an unprecedented event.

After all, the little prince has never written a novel. Even if what he writes is called a "love letter", it is more like a kind of "quasi-literature" in the eyes of the public. Therefore, there is a saying that the little prince actually did not write anything serious.

The strength of classic literature.

Now someone has written a serious novel, and it has been published in a serious magazine by two serious talented women, Chen Qingluo and Ning Chunyan. This matter is as out of the circle as

The degree of solemnity is comparable.

If there is attention, there will be popularity, and if there is popularity, there will be media. A few editors on the Internet will compile a routine and it will spread virally. After the small media starts to heat up the topic, the big media will enter. After the big media enters, the small media will follow up.

, and soon all kinds of news leaked out from the circle of friends, making everyone in the world know that the little prince had written a novel.

Henceforth, the magazine "New Appreciation" exploded.

Wang Zixu was still confused after hearing this. When Ye Lan heard it, he was very happy and said with a smile: ""Missing Kong Zhan"? Isn't that you..."

Wang Zixu quickly covered her mouth. It took Ye Lan a long time to struggle away and shouted into the air: "It's the little prince! The work of the little prince!"
To be continued...