After talking about the treatment of Jiang Mengyao, An Younan's expression quickly turned from cloudy to clear, and she sat down next to Wang Zixu with her skirt in hand.

The girl sat too close, and the scent of her body began to attack Wang Zixu's nose again, causing his upper body to lean back involuntarily.

"Teacher Wang Zixu, I have prepared a meeting gift for you. The time is short and the preparation is not sufficient. Please forgive me."

An Younan hooked her fingers, and a small, square black box was handed to her hand. She turned her hand and held the box in front of Wang Zixu.

The sudden courtesy caught him off guard: "Ah? No need, right? I didn't prepare any meeting gifts for you."

An Younan stared at his face for a while, seeming to be confused by what he said, and then laughed: "No, no, just accept it. When you first come to our place, you will receive a greeting gift."

A box was stuffed into Wang Zixu's hand, which was heavy. He lowered his head and kept saying thanks. He felt a little foolish. What kind of greeting gift could he bring because he was so poor? I guess An Younan was laughing secretly.

He put the box on his knees. An Younanbai stretched out his fingers and pointed at the silver squiggle in English on the box:

"I'm sorry to say that even though I gave you a gift, it's very silly, but I really want to introduce it. This is Ludan's Sandalwood. We are all girls here, and it's rare to have this kind of men's perfume, but I think

This one is perfect for you!

"You know, this brand is a unique combination of literature and perfume. Each product has its own story. It is dignified, aloof, not deliberately trying to please, and has a unique sense of alienation. Promise me, you will

Make sure you spray it next time you come to our party, okay?"

Wang Zixu spent half a year in the East China Sea and learned a lot of high-end skills, but he did not learn how to comment on luxury goods. This thing is like chopping up Foucault and Camus, kneading them evenly and mixing them together, like icing sugar, as added value.

He couldn't say anything that he agreed with at all when it came to the pure core of consumerism.

"You, why do you think having a sense of alienation is suitable for me?"

"That's how I feel about you. I'm sorry. I like to use first impressions to see people. Did I offend you?"

"No, no..."

"Are all writers so cool, colder than Yanyan, as silent as an inkstone?"

"Hmm...no, no, no..."

"Other writers are not like this. You are the only one, right?"

"Uh uh uh! I didn't tell anyone else, it's not that I didn't..."

The eyelashes on An Younan's eyes sparkled like jewels, and when he was stared at, he couldn't look away. Wang Zixu was like a mouse stared at by a king cobra, and it was difficult to speak. At this point, Wang Zixu was in Jinyuan

Under the attack of offensives and honey traps, the strategy of "pretending to be an expert without saying anything" was completely ruined. Facing Ms. An's aggressive gaze, I made a "Uh-huh" sound in my throat.

”.

Ning Chunyan saw that he was being taken care of by An Younan, and he cursed in his heart that he was really useless. Fortunately, Wang Zixu, who is still married, was teased like this by a girl who was 5 years younger than him.

How come you are holding back others' drinks at the wine table? How come you can't even tell the difference with such a standard green tea method?

But she still put on a smile on the surface and helped change the topic amiably:

"Miss An, didn't you ask me about the little prince last time? In fact, I was discussing a new novel with the little prince recently, and we already have some ideas."

"Yeah?!"

Hearing the news, An Younan's eyes brightened obviously. He left Zixu behind and sat down next to Ning Chunyan with her skirt pressed up.

As if the trumpet was blown in a certain competition, all the talents in the building came out of nowhere and gathered around Ning Chunyan, chattering non-stop.

"Is the little prince finally going to write a new short story? What is the subject? How long does he plan to write it? Will he write about his personal experience?"

"Can Ning Cainu really be able to contact the little prince? Have you seen him in person? What does he look like? Is he over 28 years old?"

"The love story in "Missing Kong Zhan" is so well written. Did the little prince also experience a first love? Teacher Ning, when you discussed the creation, did he reveal the source of inspiration for the creation?"

"When will the new work be released? Can the next issue of "New Awards" be released? Ning Cainiu, you are in need of publicity. I have publicity channels here that can help you advertise."

…

Wang Zixu, a once-in-a-lifetime talent, was squeezed out of the circle. Soon, the talented ladies, who could no longer stand the enthusiasm, turned their disrespectful buttocks to him and simply sat far away from the crowd.

The popularity situation is clearly displayed before our eyes. Obviously, for the talented ladies, Teacher Wang Zixu is an arty respect, but the little prince is the hot star.

It seems that everyone knows everything about the little prince, and it seems that everyone wants to discuss the little prince's affairs. On the top floor of the entire Galaxy City, the prince is the only one who is outside the situation, and is confused about the current situation - why didn't I know what I wanted to write?

New short story?

It took Ning Chunyan a long time to stop the disputes between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait and said to everyone:

"Currently, Mr. Little Prince's inspiration is still in the incubation stage. I refuse to interrupt anyone, including me. I don't know anything about the questions you asked. I only know that he has the intention to write a new work. When the new work comes out, he will naturally

I would like to inform you in advance, and please support our "New Award" magazine as always..."

Since the popularity of "Missing Kong Zhan" has gradually passed, the sales volume of "New Reward" magazine has gradually returned to normal levels - this is a nicer way of saying it - it can also be said that it has plummeted, returned to its original shape, and returned to the level of a new magazine.

The level of literary Liangmen magazine should be.

Wang Zixu knew that Ning Chunyan had been moving around a while ago, trying to find ways to maintain the stable operation of the magazine. He had taken up all his energy because of "Fire in the Stone", and it was difficult for him to help her and express his opinions about her on social media.

The news was also treated coldly. He never thought that Ning Chunyan would be so anxious.

The young lady with a sweet smile at the front desk came over to add black tea to Wang Zixu's tea cup. Wang Zixu blew a few sips into the hot air that was rising again from the cup, and looked at the Ning Chun Banquet. I have to say that her social skills are really something.

, his behavior is almost like begging, but he can make people rush for resources.

After receiving a series of benefits from the talented ladies, Ning Chunyan turned to An Younan with satisfaction: "Miss An, as for what you told me about the little prince..."

An Younan looked serious: "I know, let's talk alone."

"Then let's go to the private room?"

"Um."

Ning Chunyan stood up with her bag in hand and said to Wang Zixu: "I'm going to do some errands. You can communicate with your sisters and give full play to your attainments in poetry."

She blinked desperately to hint him to play a role, and then disappeared across the curtain with An Younan.

Wang Zixu was left alone, scratching his head because of what they said before they left.

Something related to the little prince...what could it be?

Zhou Qingqing sat over, put his hands on his legs, and leaned over: "Teacher Wang Zixu, have you had any contact with the little prince?"

"I haven't, I haven't had much contact."

"How come? Aren't you the editor of "New Appreciation"?"

"He, he is a bit hidden, and editors usually can't see him."

"Only Ning, a talented woman, is qualified to meet her, right? Oh, I envy her so much. What do you think of Editor-in-Chief Ning?"

Wang Zixu held the tea cup tightly with both hands: "She is very nice."

Zhou Qingqing made a wistful expression: "Yes, I also think that since she is intellectual and talented, the door of the little prince will only be open to people like her."

Wang Zixu chatted with her for a while, mostly listening to Zhou Qingqing express her fantasy about the little prince like a little girl. The more he listened, the more intolerable he became, so he sneaked to the bathroom on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

After leaving the bathroom, Wang Zixu didn't want to go back too early since no one was watching him, so he walked around in a circle and wandered to another place.

The top floor of Galaxy City is in an arc shape. The place where the talented ladies meet is in the open space. The narrow part of the arc is a private room, some with the door open and some with the door closed.

He was just looking around, and suddenly he spotted two familiar sapphire blue high-heeled shoes in front of a door.

He was about to find out what was going on when the door suddenly opened and an aunt in a striped uniform walked out. The aunt was short and stocky and looked up at him with suspicion on her face. Wang Zixu quickly pretended to be passing by and left.

He took only two steps and turned around again. The aunt was gone, the high heels were gone, and the door was open a crack.

The words Ning An and his wife said before they left were still ringing in his ears. He looked around thoughtfully, then ducked through the door.

When he first entered the room, there was a wooden wall like a screen. Curtains were hung on both sides of the wall, faintly letting in light. There was a sound coming from the other side of the curtain, and one of the words was drilling into his ears:

"...Do you think the little prince would rather come to our side or stay there? Even if it is for his sake, I think I should pass on my proposal to him. There is no future in Wen'ai."

It was An Younan's voice.

There was a sound of turning over from the other side of the curtain. It sounded like Ning Chunyan was sleeping on the bed. After a while, she answered:

"Miss An, I promised not to turn my relationship with him into a relationship with a third person. This is my promise to him."

There was a crackling sound from inside the door, and Wang Zixu suddenly realized that they were in a spa.

An Younan said: "But you won't do that. You just add a relationship to him and let him get to know me. I will not be involved in the relationship between you."

Ning Chunyan said: "But it's the same for him. Miss An, you don't know what kind of person he is."

"Ning Cainnv, don't you have feelings for him? Personal kind of thing. Or, to put it more bluntly, don't you like him?"

"..."

At this moment, there was a noise outside the door. It seemed that the aunt was coming back and was about to reach the door. If she went out at this time, she would definitely be caught.

The prince was frightened and turned around to look inside the curtain again. This time, one muscle became blocked at both ends.
Chapter completed!