The next day, Wang Zixu woke up on the floor. The moment he opened his eyes, he suspected that he had engaged in an unknown desperate struggle with the floor at night, and his whole body was in terrible pain.

After he came home last night, he was in a very excited mood and had a lot to say to his wife.

He felt that he had accomplished a great feat. He tried to organize his language, and he tried to use his Nobel Prize-level language reserves to tell his wife what happened today.

As a result, after he compiled the outline, he suddenly realized that it seemed to be nothing.

Whether it is his heroic feat of risking his career or Raymond Lam's compliment, the greatest significance is just a small victory in his inner world. The only social impact is that he has something to talk about after dinner, which only makes him laugh.

Ear.

Compared with those 50 opportunities for the Nobel Prize in Literature, this incident is so insignificant, not even as good as one of them.

So, in the end, he smiled crookedly and said simply and conclusively:

"I talked to them about literature and shocked them all; I drank with them and knocked them all down; Lin Feng said that I should enter the literary world, but I thought he was drunk."

The wife was also shocked. She twisted her mouth for a long time before saying, "Nervous. I think you are just drunk."

Wang Zixu was in a great mood. So he lifted up his wife's skirt like peeling a banana and started to rub her.

The wife squinted her eyes and hummed. She was very cooperative at first, but when she was feeling warm and affectionate, she suddenly opened her eyes and kicked him off the sofa, saying:

"My whole body smells of alcohol and it stinks so bad! I said I was planning to prepare for pregnancy. Isn't this preparation for nothing?"

"Are you prepared for nothing?" Wang Zixu stood up like a crow, "Then don't be prepared!"

His wife put her feet on his stomach and stretched her calves straight: "Starting from today, start all over again! There is not much time left!"

Wang Zixu kneaded his wife's feet: "There is still time, not less than a day or two."

The wife also pushed forward with her other foot: "What should I do if I get hit?"

The prince was discouraged.

The wife climbed off the sofa and walked past him haughtily, saying, "You smell like alcohol today. Don't sleep with me. You can sleep on the small bed. Go take a shower quickly."

The prince went to the toilet dejectedly and took off his pants. The stupid thing would rather die than give in. His body was so hard that he couldn't get out of it for a long time.

This stupid thing has a bronze luster all over his body like a Greek bodybuilding sculpture, with knotted veins and swollen beard and hair. He always maintains a high fighting spirit, which is in sharp contrast to himself.

He couldn't help but feel angry, and slapped the stupid thing on the side of his face: "You're not done yet, are you?"

This shot cut him off. His next memory was of waking up on the floor, in a small room, with pain all over his body.

Wang Zixu had put on his clothes and had just finished washing when he suddenly received a call. The note on the phone was "Section Chief Liu of the Government Office", but he had no impression of this person at all.

After answering the phone, he suddenly remembered that this person was the person at the wine table yesterday and was also a member of the inspection team.

The inspection team led by Lin Feng was not affiliated with a certain unit, but came from all over the world and was organized together. Lin Feng was the highest ranking, so he led the team.

As a department with real power, the government office, not to mention the section chief, even ordinary clerks cannot be careless. Wang Zixu greeted the person respectfully, and then asked him what he wanted to do with him on his weekends off.

The other person smiled sheepishly and said, I have a good thing and I would like to invite you to the government to discuss it. Although it is a day off, I will definitely not waste his time and it is definitely not worthwhile for him to go to the government to do it.

The other party's words were so confusing that Wang Zixu felt how unpredictable the authority was. He was not ignorant enough to reject the other party, but he did not know what the other party was looking for.

On the way to the government office, he thought of the least ridiculous reason, which was to help the leader's children with their summer homework.

The government office is only one street away from Wang Zixu's unit. Although his unit is very close to the building, it is far away from the center of power, and he usually does not have much business dealings with the government office.

His unit is a three-story small building, using a combination of Chinese and European architectural styles, and ranks among the top in the city’s fashion index—unfortunately, that was 50 years ago.

Fifty years later, the squat, Western-style small buildings have become a thing of the past, and the government buildings across the street are the tall and handsome little fresh meat.

The government office building is 12 stories high, with dark blue atomic mirror glass flowing down from top to bottom. It is one-way transparent. Transparency represents an upright style of doing nothing; one-way represents the serious attitude of orderly exercise of power.

Wang Zixu did not linger with the security department comrades at the door for long. He mentioned Section Chief Liu's name and the other party let him go.

This was his first time entering the interior of the building. Whether it was the clean and translucent marble floor or the simple and elegant sky dome ceiling, they all left a deep impression on him. He felt like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

When he arrived at the floor designated by Section Chief Liu, he walked along a long corridor counting the office numbers as he walked.

Today is Saturday, but almost all offices are open and there are people inside. In the first room, a young comrade is waving a mop and mopping the floor; in the second room, a bald middle-aged man is shaking the cup and pouring out tea leaves; in the third room,

, a majestic man in a white shirt sat on a chair facing the door, glanced at him with a sharp look, and with just one glance, he felt chills all over his body, and he quickened his pace and left in a hurry.

When he arrived at the appointed office, Wang Zixu saw Section Chief Liu sitting inside. When he saw him, the middle-aged man wearing glasses had a smile on his face.

"Here you go, sit down."

He pointed to the leather sofa next to him. As soon as Wang Zixu sat down, his body sank, as soft as a trap.

Wang Zixu was a little cautious and said: "Chief Liu, you are looking for me..."

Section Chief Liu sat on a chair opposite him, holding a teacup in his hand, crossing his legs, looking at him with a smile, and his voice covered his:

"Then haven't you always liked studying literature?"

Wang Zixu was interrupted by him and followed his topic: "It's not about research, I just like reading."

Section Chief Liu asked: "How many have you seen?"

Wang Zixu raised his head and thought about it, and said, "I haven't calculated it specifically. It's quite a lot anyway. If I count it in terms of words, it should be over one billion."

Section Chief Liu said: "Oh."

After saying that, he lowered his head and drank tea again.

While he was drinking tea, Wang Zixu finally plucked up the courage to ask: "Chief Liu, why did you come to me?"

Section Chief Liu shook his head while drinking tea, then spit out the tea leaves, put the lid on the cup, raised his head, and said:

"I'd better not tell you in advance. Director Mei wants to see you now. Let's wait until he comes to tell you."

"Director Mei?"

Hearing this name, Wang Zixu was startled.

Although he was deaf to outside world affairs, didn't know much about local celebrities, and never watched the news on local stations, he still knew the name "Director Mei."

Mei Rucheng was the number one penman of the government office. All important speeches issued by the government office were drafted by him.

In the local magazine "Xihe Literature and Art", every volume has a short article by a heavyweight on the title page. He appears there frequently, with a cold writing style and strong logic.

With his qualifications, he was more than enough to serve as chairman of the Writers Association, but he was too busy with his actual duties and did not even bother to hold up a false title, so he declined the other party's warm invitation.

As long as anyone survives in the system, there is a high probability that he will hear Mei Rucheng's name. Therefore, even a Buddhist person like Wang Zixu knows him.

Wang Zixu asked: "When will Director Mei come?"

While he was talking, a burly man strode into the office and threw his briefcase on the table. Section Chief Liu suddenly changed his relaxed and comfortable posture and stood up respectfully.
Chapter completed!