"who?"

"A user. A user who spends more than 20,000 yuan on our app every month." Zuo Ziliang said, "She wants to see you."

Wang Zixu was in a daze for two seconds and said, "You know it's impossible for me to meet her. I have a wife."

Zuo Ziliang smiled bitterly and covered his face: "Do you think you have a choice? In other words, do you think we have a choice?"

"What's the meaning?"

Zuo Ziliang stopped his expression: "If you don't come forward, the user said that we will be reported to the Xinle Department."

"What funny potato?"

"It's not Doulesu. It's the Information and Entertainment Administration." Zuo Ziliang said, "We belong to the Internet Information and Entertainment Applications. They are our direct management units and are responsible for supervising whether there are any violations in our operations."

Wang Zixu stood up: "Didn't you promise me that you wouldn't break the law?"

Zuo Ziliang stretched out his hand to ask him to sit down: "Calm down. Where did we break the law? How could we break the law?"

"Then you are still afraid that she will report you?"

"You don't understand at all." Zuo Ziliang frowned, "Even if it is not illegal, if she reported it, will the Shingle Department investigate? As long as they come to investigate, the matter will be troublesome."

"You haven't broken any laws, so why are you afraid of being investigated?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "Do you know how to investigate? First, I will ask you to write a self-examination report, and then send people to collect various information, obtain flow records, check background records, and even request an audit of our services..."

"It's the same as our inspection."

"Yeah, but what's the problem? The service we provide is speech therapy, and they will ask us to provide all our chat records! We can't leak the user's chat records yet, we can only ask the speech therapist to take screenshots of their own records

Cutting it out, it would be fine if they are willing to cooperate. If they don't cooperate, they will just quit. How many speech therapists will we lose?

"Not to mention that the very existence of review is a kind of punishment. Have you read Sartre? Gaze is slavery, have you read it?"

Wang Zixu said, I have read it, and I saw his old man this morning.

Zuo Ziliang said: “Because of the gaze of others, we must live in a prison of perspective and discipline free will at all times. Review is the gaze from public power.

"Our speech therapy is a creative activity, which extremely requires the free relaxation of free will. If there is an audit, there will be no freedom, and the speech therapist will wear shackles. And the scale of the audit is quite ambiguous.

"For example, if I say, 'Miss, you are so beautiful,' this is not against the rules, right? But if I say, 'Miss, you are so coquettish,' it will be against the rules. One word can determine whether it is a violation or not, even if I am alone.

If we can handle it well, can our thousands of speech therapists handle it well?

"To take a step back, our interaction is done jointly by both parties. If the other girl says, 'I want to wear Pinru's clothes,' then isn't it reasonable for me to say, 'You're so sexy?' But it can't be said. Saying so is a violation of the rules.

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"As soon as the review starts, our speech therapists will always pull themselves in their minds, struggling with the question of 'you are so beautiful' or 'you are so sexy', and everyone will fall into the quagmire of self-censorship. Free will disappears, and the rest

There are only words and sentences that are carefully considered.

"Staring is slavery, and review is punishment. I believe that our Wenyan app has absolutely no violations or violations, but as long as we are reported and the review begins, our punishment will begin. Even if we pass the inspection in the end, we will be punished.

The shackles left behind will continue to exist, and we will be completely defeated in the competition with other apps."

After Zuo Ziliang finished speaking a long paragraph, he grabbed the cold water on the table and took a swig. Wang Zixu fell into silence.

He thought for a long time. He thought about Sartre, existentialism, and "1984."

He also thought about his royalties, his wife, and the Porsche at the Ning Chun Banquet.

Finally, he stood up and put his hands on the table: "In this case, our fate ends here."

"What do you mean?"

"I just want to make some money, and I don't want to be involved in my life. I have a wife, and I can't expose my script writing. I'm just a part-time worker, and I can't bear the fate of your app. So now that it has invaded my life

Now, I can only say goodbye to you."

Zuo Ziliang sat blankly in his seat, his bald head reflecting the gentle light of the cafe. Wang Zixu stood up slowly and waited for a few more seconds to see if he had anything to say. He found that he had been silent, so he tentatively

Said: "Then, that's it, I'm leaving."

He turned back and walked for a while to make sure that Zuo Ziliang was not chasing him. Then he opened the door and walked out, feeling a little relieved but also a little sad.

It was chilly outside, and the cold summer night air caressed his face. At this moment, he felt a huge push on his back. He staggered and fell to the street. An arm went around his neck and restrained him.

Got up.

"What are you doing? I told you not to force others into trouble!"

Zuo Ziliang exhaled from behind: "Come with me!"

"Where to go?"

"come over!"

Zuo Ziliang held Wang Zixu hostage, and the two of them walked through the street spinning like a pas de deux. When they turned a corner, Zuo Ziliang pushed Wang Zixu to a bar.

"Go in."

"what?"

"Get in!"

The prince pushed the door open, and the loud music hit his face. The heat wave mixed with the smell of alcohol and sweat penetrated his nostrils. The dazzling light from the LED screen cut the darkness into shapes, and the silhouettes of the crowd were like autumn grass dancing in the wind.

"Come on." Zuo Ziliang grabbed his arm.

The light of the lamp ball slid across Wang Zixu's eyelids, the red, purple and yellow light, the collision of goblets, the "beep" sound of the dense bubbles of champagne, drum beats, piano, saxophone, this gentle amber glass-colored night.

Zuo Ziliang pulled him to the dance floor, pointed to the stage and said, "Did you see that girl? The girl who plays the saxophone."

"I saw it. What's wrong?"

The light was so bright that he couldn't actually see the appearance of the person above the stage. He could only see a white figure, swaying slowly, holding the saxophone in his arms like he was holding his dance partner.

"The saxophone player is the best jazz player in Xihe City, or in other words, the only jazz player. Do you know jazz?" Zuo Ziliang said.

"The one in "The Pianist on the Sea"?"

"It's like the one in "The Pianist on the Sea."" Zuo Ziliang said, "There is no score, improvisation, everyone can join in at any time, and the music flows and grows naturally, relying only on the melody hidden in the soul."

Wang Zixu said: "Is that so?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "But what is being played now is recorded music, and she is the only one improvising. Because she is the only jazz musician in the whole Xihe. No one improvises with her. So, this is not jazz."

Wang Zixu looked at him: "What do you want to say?"

Zuo Ziliang stretched out his index finger and tapped his chest: "If you leave, I will be the only one to improvise. There will no longer be Wenwen like jazz in the world. It will no longer exist. It will disappear. It will be permanent."
Chapter completed!