Wang Zixu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his consciousness began to wander. He was suddenly called upon, and he became alert and immediately stopped feeling sleepy.

The leader said: "Comrade Wang Zixu, ah, he drank with us last time, ah, and his performance was very wonderful. Although it may be difficult to gain recognition in the real literary circle, ah, among lovers, ah, he is still very good.

We all need to encourage and learn from him, ah, read more."

After the leader finished speaking, his colleagues began to applaud, and he himself applauded. Everyone turned their attention to Wang Zixu, and expressed condolences to him with applause. Whether they were willing or unwilling, following the leader's rhythm, the applause continued, like waves of the sea.

The waves beat against the rocks and surged toward Wang Zixu in the center.

"Congratulations, Comrade Xiao Wang." Gou Ju said.

Congratulations for what? Congratulations on being officially certified as a "literary lover"?

Wang Zixu hung his hands in the air, not knowing whether to accept the applause calmly to show confidence, or to applaud with them to show humility. The former would appear conceited, while the latter would appear cowardly. So he felt very uncomfortable.

The applause lasted for a minute, and Wang Zixu suffered for a minute. He felt that there was a huge absurdity at the bottom of this scene.

Just like the end of "EVA", everyone is applauding Ikari Shinji. What are you applauding for? This is a question he wanted to ask when he was watching animation when he was a child. He still wants to ask this question now.

A middle-aged white man with thick lips quietly touched his back, put his hand on his shoulder, and said softly to him:

"You have to know that you are not what they call a literary lover. You have embarked on the road of no return through literature with your free will and free choice. You are not a literary lover, you are a literary martyr. Today you are in their

What you see as a literary lover in your eyes will become a lunatic, a hooligan, a common man, and a fool tomorrow. But you are you. You should not succumb to their gaze. Otherwise, why bother setting the blame in hell? The eyes of others are your hell."

Wang Zixu looked back at him: "I know who you are, you are Sartre."

The man smiled: "Yes, I am Jean-Paul Sartre."

Wang Zixu said: "You look really ugly."

"It doesn't matter, but you have to be the freest person on this earth."

The man's figure disappeared. Guo Ranran's furious face was revealed behind him.

Uh-oh.

Many years later, when Wang Zixu won a certain literary award and stood on the stage, facing the roaring applause of hundreds of people in the audience, he suddenly thought of today's scene.

Only then did he realize that the collective applause was a ceremony held by his colleagues in the work unit. Through this ceremony, they forcibly placed the hat of "literary lover" on his head. This was not a congratulation, it was a coronation, "literary lover"

The coronation ceremony of "The One".

And all he tried to do later was to snatch the hat from the Pope's hand and put it on himself like Napoleon. You don't have the right to crown me. I am the only one who has this qualification.

…

In the evening, Wang Zixu received a call from Zuo Ziliang. His voice was very panicked and he was panting, telling him to meet at the coffee shop where he usually went.

He casually thought of a way to fool his wife, sneaked out of the house, arrived at the location, and soon saw Zuo Ziliang's iconic bald head. When he saw his appearance clearly, he was completely shocked.

Zuo Ziliang was described as haggard, like a homeless man who hadn't slept for three days. Even the oil spots on his bald head were telling of exhaustion.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Zixu sat down opposite him.

"Calm down first." Zuo Ziliang said.

Wang Zixu said: "I am very calm."

Zuo Ziliang said: "You will lose your composure later."

"What's wrong?"

"Just make sure you stay calm first."

"I have to know what happened first?"

"Damn, you're not calm at all!"

"You're the one who's not calm, okay!"

Zuo Ziliang sighed, finally accepted the reality, and said, "Your script has been leaked."

Wang Zixu said: "What does it mean that it was leaked?"

"Literally."

Wang Zixu was a little confused. Even if it meant literally, he didn't know what it meant.

His scripts were sent to Zuo Ziliang regularly and quantitatively, and Zuo Ziliang distributed them to Wen Mian speech therapists. When it came to leaking, he never thought of keeping it secret from the beginning. It was only a matter of time before others saw it. He didn't understand Zuo Ziliang.

What is Ziliang worried about?

Zuo Ziliang explained to him: "It's not just a leak, it's a formal leak. All of your scripts from last month have been leaked. They've been put online. They're pretty damn popular."

"Has it been officially put online?" Wang Zixu straightened his body.

Zuo Ziliang pushed the phone to him: "Look."

What Zuo Ziliang showed him was the Red Pepper Forum. The prince played with his phone for a while and listened to Zuo Ziliang's explanation while reading. After he understood the meaning of every data on the page and every piece of feedback, he finally

Starting to get anxious.

Because his script was titled "40 Love Letters from the Little Prince to the World", it was posted online and became popular.

At present, the number of people who have read his script alone has reached more than 200,000, the number of retweets exceeds 10,000, and thousands of people have sent flowers.

Flowers are virtual gifts that need to be purchased in this forum. Wang Zixu calculated that the cost of flowers alone is about 12,000 yuan.

He was dumbfounded.

"Doesn't that mean that this person made more than 10,000 yuan by using my manuscript?"

Zuo Ziliang took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat from his head and face, and said:

"No, money is still a small matter..."

"More than 10,000 yuan! This is a small thing!" Wang Zixu was a little excited, "I worked hard for more than a month to write it, and it's only 20,000 yuan!"

Zuo Ziliang stretched out his hand to try to comfort him and whispered: "Keep your voice down...well, it is indeed a lot of money for you, but there are worse things."

"How do I get my money back? Can I sue him?"

Zuo Ziliang wiped the sweat from his head more and more: "Okay, okay, these are all secondary. The money is actually not important, the important thing is..."

"Shut up! This money is very important!"

Zuo Ziliang was shocked.

"Ten thousand yuan equals three thousand boxes of Big Harvest, seven hundred boxes of duck leg rice, one hundred and sixty boxes of calcium carbonate, fifty cans of milk powder, and an original Porsche headlight. Do you care? You don't care at all, you just

Take care of yourself!”

Zuo Zihao took a long time to say: "Why did you buy a Porsche headlight?"

"Who said I want to buy it?"

Zuo Ziliang calmed down and said: "Don't worry about the money. If you want it, you can definitely get it back. I'm afraid you don't want it, but there is a more difficult problem in front of you."

"explain."
Chapter completed!