"Zhang Qian" is a very general name. If you stand on the streets of Xihe and shout "Zhang Qian" loudly, at least three people will turn to look at you.

In most people's lives, there will be one or two "Zhang Qian" more or less. And the Zhang Qian of Wang Zixu, the intersection with him is quite sensational. It was so sensational that even Ning Chunyan has heard this story.

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Their story begins with 1 rose and ends with 999 roses. Zhang Qian constitutes the fragrant fragrance, the rich second generation constitutes the clusters of flowers, and Wang Zixu is the rose thorn that has been shaved off.

The whereabouts of Zhang Qian in the story are not unknown like the princes and princesses in fairy tales. She is in the Propaganda Department and holds an important position, and she still lives openly in the same city as Wang Zixu.

And yesterday, Wang Zixu's manuscript passed her hands, and at the same time, it was strangely not shortlisted. Ning Chunyan had every reason to believe that there was a high probability that this woman was causing trouble.

If after Zhang Qian's rise to prominence, she would turn around and trample on her ex again and again, so that he would never be able to recover, that would be too disgusting. She would be like a modern Chen Shimei.

Wang Zixu's manuscript is fully qualified to enter the third round. If it is rejected because of personal feelings, it will definitely not be convincing. Whether it is private or public, Ning Chunyan will take care of this matter.

She fully expected that this name would wake up Wang Zixu like a wake-up call, but Wang Zixu didn't show a surprised expression as she thought. He didn't even have much mood swings, as if he just heard the name of an old friend who hadn't appeared in a long time.

Finally, he opened his drunken eyes and asked, "Where did you know the name Zhang Qian?"

Ning Chunyan clamped Wang Zixu's arm like a rickshaw driver lifting the handlebar: "Come out with me and we'll talk in the car."

The prince drank a pound of white wine mixed with beer. His steps were sloppy and his limbs were limp. His spirit was wrapped in a vivid trance. Ning Chunyan dragged him away with a single tug.

Cheng Xing and Yingjiang lay down by the door and watched helplessly as Ning Chunyan stuffed Wang Zixu into the Porsche.

Sakura-chan sighed in a low voice: "At least when it comes to cars, Mr. Ye has lost a bit."

"Ah?" Cheng Xing turned to look at him. He didn't understand his brain circuit.

The poet huddled in the corner and whispered: "But Mr. Ye is already far ahead."

"ah?"

There was a sweet citrus smell in Ning Chunyan's car. Wang Zixu was stuffed into the back seat of the car, and Ning Chunyan squeezed next to him and whispered:

"Although I have not participated in the primary election, I know the situation of the primary election. Your manuscripts are divided into three grades. The first grade is beautifully written and has a complete structure. The second grade has an incomplete structure but the writing is smooth. The third grade

There are many typos and wrong sentences in the file, and the text lacks beauty.

"Did you hear that? In fact, the preliminary selection does not examine the ideological nature and profound connotation of the works, but simply divides them into one point. The third level will be eliminated directly. There are probably more than 100 articles in the remaining two levels, and they will be divided from the second level.

We will select the best ones from the files and filter them in, eventually forming a scale of 100 articles."

Wang Zixu's head was swollen: "In other words, my works can't even be written in an orderly manner."

Ning Chunyan punched him in the shoulder: "You're stupid! Anyone who reads your article will definitely be ranked first. No matter what, it's impossible to eliminate you!"

Wang Zixu sobered up a little and said, "So, you think it was Zhang Qian who was causing trouble? But she has no reason to do this?"

Ning Chunyan said: "I advise you not to be in love, and don't feel guilty because someone has done something sorry to you. Some people are very vicious. The more sorry they are, the more they will suppress you, so that you will never get ahead.

I’m afraid you’ll take revenge on them if you become famous…”

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly and interrupted her: "Do you have any misunderstanding? Has Zhang Qian done anything sorry for me?"

"Ah?" Ning Chunyan's mind didn't turn around for a moment.

Wang Zixu patted his face to wake himself up a little, sat up straight and said: "Zhang Qian and I were introduced by my parents' friends. We only dated together for less than a year. Later, we found that our personalities were not compatible, so we broke up peacefully.

Already."

Ning Chunyan raised her eyebrows: "But the flower shop owner said that you gave her a rose every day for more than a year..."

The prince smiled and shook his head, saying, "Rather than sending flowers to her, I would rather send them to my dad."

"Your dad?"

"My dad is chauvinistic at best, and very domineering at worst. He has always felt that work within the system is considered work, so he issued a military order to me, requiring me to remove Zhang

Qian takes it."

"This..." Ning Chunyan found this difficult to comment on.

The prince smiled and said: "If he knew that I had an affair with Zhang Qian and married a female employee of a flower shop, he could go directly to my work the next day, overturn my table, and pull out my tendons to make skin.

Turn the whip into a top for me."

Ning Chunyan felt that her world view had been subverted, and said blankly: "Then now..."

"So when I got married, it was a secret marriage. I didn't dare to tell him at all. He still thinks that I'm still in love with Zhang Qian."

Ning Chunyan hit her head: "No...no, no."

"What's wrong?"

Ning Chunyan raised her head: "You said I was confused. No matter what the relationship between you and Zhang Qian is, she must give an explanation for this matter. You call Zhang Qian and make an appointment to meet."

Wang Zixu showed a hesitant expression: "But if my wife knew that I met my ex-girlfriend, I'm afraid she would be unhappy..."

"Then it's okay if you don't let her know?"

The two stared at each other's eyes for a long time. Wang Zixu finally gave up and took out his mobile phone: "Okay, I'll call her. You will know if what I said is true or false."

Ning Chunyan crossed her arms and listened with bated breath as Wang Zixu called Zhang Qian.

The call was connected, and a gentle and hazy voice came from the phone:

"Hello? Wang Zixu, it's rare for you to call me."

Ning Chunyan frowned.

The voice was natural and calm, not like an ex who had broken up with her at all, but like an ordinary friend.

She began to believe that they really broke up peacefully.

Wang Zixu hesitated for a while. He had drunk too much just now, and he felt that this matter was a bit difficult to talk about after the phone call. Talking to Zhang Qian about the manuscript seemed a bit suspicious of going through the back door. Maybe it was nothing in the eyes of Ning Chunyan, but he

I particularly despise this kind of behavior. It can easily make me look embarrassed in front of my ex-girlfriend.

"What's wrong? Talk."

Ning Chunyan stared at him fiercely. Wang Zixu knew that if he hung up the phone now, he would be embarrassed in front of Ning Cainnv. In short, he would be embarrassed in front of a woman today, and in the end he chose to tell the story that had already ended.

"Zhang Qian, long time no see. Actually, I hesitated for a long time before calling. I didn't know whether I should say this. Since I called, I asked straight to the point. This time, for the essay call of the Xihe Literary Society, my

The manuscript was submitted but was not shortlisted. Do you know why it was not shortlisted?"

Zhang Qian's voice became hollow: "Ah? After all these years, are you still writing?"

Wang Zixu found this question difficult to answer. He didn't know how to explain the price he had paid for those 50 opportunities.

Fortunately, all this will soon pass.

"Well, I'm still writing."

“You’ve submitted your manuscript to the essay competition, right?”

"right."

"Oh, you are always writing. You have been writing when you were with me, and I can't even persuade you to persuade me. Just wait a moment and I will check it for you!"

"good."

Wang Zixu held the phone without hanging up. A vague voice sounded on the other end of the phone. After a few minutes, Zhang Qian spoke again:

"Your manuscript was reviewed by the graduate students we organized. They said your manuscript was in the second category and was rejected. I'm sorry!"

Wang Zixu was as deflated as a rubber ball, losing confidence and becoming relaxed. Ning Chunyan frowned.

Ning Chunyan felt that Zhang Qian's voice was not as solid as before, and there was a hint of pretense in it. When asked how she judged, she could only answer that it was a woman's intuition.

She mouthed to Wang Zixu: "She is lying."

Wang Zixu couldn't read lips. He could only understand that his manuscript failed. He repeated to the phone with a slightly trembling voice: "That is to say, simply because I didn't write well, I was screened away..."

"Yes, otherwise? Do you think I screened you? Haha, I have talked to you, but I won't keep thinking about you until now."

Wang Zixu smiled palely: "I didn't mean that. Really, I was just curious. It's because of me. In fact, my recent writing has been pretty good and I have achieved some success. If I didn't get the ranking in the end, it would be normal, but I wasn't shortlisted.

At once……"

He said it a bit bravely, a bit trying to maintain his remaining dignity in front of his ex-girlfriend. In fact, for a moment, he wanted to talk about the things he had done as a little prince, but in the end he couldn't. He was actually qualified to prove it.

Himself, but he couldn't speak.

Zhang Qian seemed to have lost patience with his self-expression, so she interrupted him and asked:

"Zixu, do you think it's more embarrassing to be shortlisted but not ranked, or not to be shortlisted in the first place?"

Wang Zixu was startled and said: "It doesn't matter whether I am embarrassed or not. In fact, I really don't care about my ranking. I just want to know where I am wrong..."

She sighed on the phone. Zhang Qian laughed twice, maybe a wry smile or a mocking smile. It was difficult to judge her emotions through a phone line because her voice was generally gentle.

"Zizixu, do you know that right now, there are more than 50 people crowded outside the government building, waiting to ask for explanations. Do you know why they are here?"

After a pause, Zhang Qian revealed the answer: "Like you, I came here to ask why their manuscript was not shortlisted. Every time I solicit papers, I always come here like this. Those who don't know, I think it's a group interview."

The prince remained silent.

Zhang Qian said: "There are too many people who think they have unappreciated talents. They think they can shine if they have a little talent. In fact, it is a collective illusion. You are talented, but others are more talented. You are just short of it."

Now, you have no self-awareness."

Wang Zixu slowly lowered his hand, and put on an ugly smile on his face. It took him a long time to say, "I actually don't think I have any talent. I just want to ask you. I'm pure and curious..."
To be continued...