Wang Zixu ate a chopstick dish, thought for a while, and said, "If I could only choose among his works, my favorite would be "1993"."

Lin Feng said: "I seem to have heard of this book, what is it about specifically?"

Wang Zixu is the kind of person who has no interest in talking about other things, but can talk about interesting things all day long. When Lin Feng asked about this topic, he immediately started talking about why the title of the book was 1993, and talked about the French Revolution and

The royalists talked about the Marquis of Landenac and the Vendée rebellion again, and continued for three minutes before coming to an end.

After saying that, the whole table fell into silence. The prince was slightly startled that he had relapsed into his old habit and made the situation cold again.

When he was thinking about how to remedy it, Lin Feng touched his chin and said: "So, this novel is mainly about the revolutionary feelings of the French during the war, right?"

Wang Zixu was about to say more than that, when the leader suddenly clapped his hands and gave Lin Feng a thumbs up: "Okay! Mr. Lin is really insightful. He summarized such profound thoughts in just one sentence. Come on, let me toast you."

Lin Feng smiled broadly and waved his hands repeatedly. The two of them had a drink, and the atmosphere at the table became lively again.

Guo Ranran held her chin and said: "Brother Wang, I would like to ask, did you deliberately tell a very unpopular novel so that you can show everyone your knowledge?"

The prince was speechless and looked at her and said: "'93' is not unpopular. This book is the last novel Hugo wrote when he was 73 years old. It is a masterpiece, but it is not well-known in China."

Guo Ranran stuck out his tongue and said, "Is that because I am ignorant? Come on, Brother Wang, let me toast you."

Wang Zixu had no choice but to raise his glass and have a drink with her. Everyone at the table stood up and paid tribute to each other.

The leader turned his head across the seat and said to Wang Zixu: "Xiao Wang, you are indeed very knowledgeable, but to cultivate education, you must not only be knowledgeable, but also cultivated. Don't be too proud, be more humble, and be more educated."

Listen, talk less.”

Wang Zixu was so depressed by this sentence that he lost his temper at all. He knew that the leader was trying to criticize him. He thought he talked too much and stole Lin Feng's limelight. Lin Feng should now be the protagonist of this table.

Zhang Cangnian next to him said with a smile: "Boss, you have too high demands on Xiao Wang. He usually talks less at work. If you ask him to talk less, he will not say a word when he returns to work."

Perhaps due to the effect of alcohol, the leader's face turned slightly red and he said, "We can't just not talk at all. Let's just put the words on the table and say them, right?"

Zhang Cangnian chuckled and said, "I usually take him to drink too much, and he's not used to it. Right, Xiao Wang? I think you want to have a drink with Mr. Lin. You all made our table feel your culture today."

Now, if you two have a drink, you will definitely have more resonance."

The leader said: "Yes, you two should quickly find a consensus and let's learn more."

Wang Zixu raised his glass and said, "Mr. Lin, I respect you."

Lin Feng also raised his glass: "No, I should also toast you. Let's drink together and resonate together."

After the two of them finished drinking, Wang Zixu had already drank three cups, and his head was buzzing. Lin Feng put down the cup and said, "Brother Wang, you are very knowledgeable. How many books have you read?"

Wang Zixu looked up and saw the leader winking at him desperately, not knowing what he wanted to express;

Then he saw Guo Ranran's eyes flickering, staring at him like needles, and then he looked away again;

I also saw Zhang Cang, with his Mediterranean hairstyle, who was gradually balding, sitting there with a big belly, picking food for himself without having anything to do with himself;

In a daze, he seemed to see his wife putting pressure on him, asking him to "perform well."

He said, "I've seen it all."

"Huh?" Lin Feng raised his eyebrows.

"As long as you can name them, I've read all the major works." Wang Zixu said.

After speaking, there was a silence at the table.

The leader knocked his wine glass on the table: "Xiao Wang, what did I just say?"

Lin Feng waved his hand to stop the leader from getting angry: "Don't."

He turned to Wang Zixu again and said, "Brother Wang, are you really so confident?"

Wang Zixu said: "It's okay, I'm just generally confident."

Guo Ranran said quietly: "If the cowhide is blown, it will be an embarrassment to our unit."

"It can't be blown." Wang Zixu said as he lowered his head to eat the food, trying to suppress his drunkenness.

Lin Feng said: "Okay, then why not let me test you."

"How to take the test?"

Lin Feng said: "I tell you an author, and you tell me his works and ask Xiao Guo to search on Baidu. If you can name one of his works, I'll have a drink. If you don't answer, you have a drink. How about it?"

Wang Zixu put down his chopsticks: "This is too difficult. You name a writer, and I will answer the names of all his novels. If you get them all correct, you drink. If you get one wrong, I will drink."

The leader next to him immediately agreed: "Okay! This is a good suggestion. We can just broaden our horizons, right?"

The purpose of entertaining Lin Feng this time was to drink him well. As for how he drank well, it didn't matter.

This game of guessing works sounds fun, and Lin Feng is very interested. It is another opportunity for Lin Feng to show his reading ability. From his perspective, he will definitely welcome it.

If Wang Zixu was embarrassed and didn't answer, it would play into his own hands - it would be better if Wang Zixu drank too much and said a few words less.

A colleague next to me said: "Isn't this a wonderful boxing exercise?"

"Yes, it will be a good story if it is spread out."

"Then if Mr. Lin drinks, we will also have a drink with him. If Comrade Wang drinks, how about having a drink with him from your unit?"

The leader waved and said: "Xiao Mao, please write down who drank how many drinks today. We will decide the winner in the end."

Others at the table cheered loudly.

Wang Zixu raised the corners of his lips, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay, let's get started?"

Lin Feng crossed his arms and said: "Let's get started. We just talked about Hugo, so we don't want to start with Hugo. You first talk about another French writer - Balzac."

…

In KTV, Zuo Ziliang's inspection is still in progress.

Cheng Xing looked at him silently. He was quite confident in his script, so he wasn't nervous at all.

After a long while, Zuo Ziliang suddenly raised his head, took a deep breath and said:

"This level is still a bit low. Although it has its own style and characteristics, there is still a certain distance between it and our previous scripters."

Cheng Xing suddenly felt a little restless, took back his manuscript and said, "Really?"

Ye Lan immediately had an opinion on the side: "How could it be? Cheng Xing has published a book, how could he be worse than the scriptwriter you randomly find? Zuo Ziliang, radish and cabbage all have their own preferences, you can't say anything subjectively

If you don’t think it’s good, just reject the person, right?”

Zuo Ziliang frowned and said: "Level is very objective. If you ask me to give a specific reason, I can't give it, but I can only say that this kind of script is not enough to replace the little prince."

Cheng Xing said nothing and drank water again, but everyone could see that he was unconvinced. After all, he was still a college student, and he couldn't hide anything on his face.

Ye Lan slapped the sofa and said, "Zuo Ziliang, if you are so picky, then we won't be able to talk about this matter."

Zuo Ziliang pursed his lips, a little impatient. Ye Lan was a good person in social management, but to put it bluntly, she did not have the level of literary appreciation. It was difficult for him to discuss literary appreciation with her.

"Ye Lan, have you read the script of The Little Prince to him?"

Ye Lan shook his head: "No!"

Zuo Ziliang took out his cell phone, flipped through it for a while, handed it over and said:
Chapter completed!