Ye Lan's eyes were watery and she bit her lips to peek at his expression, almost writing "fight, fight" written on her face.

She doesn't think it's "interesting", she just wants to have fun.

Wang Zixu didn't want to give her any fun, so he just said calmly: "Okay, I understand. And I don't think it's very interesting."

Ye Lan looked disappointed: "Do you really have no temper at all?"

"You didn't see me when I lost my temper. Besides, even if I lose my temper, I won't lose my temper with anyone." Wang Zixu said.

"Huh." Ye Lan made a voice that sounded a bit arrogant, "You are a shareholder now. Do you have any opinions on how to deal with this speech therapist? Do you want to block his account?"

Wang Zixu said: "Why ban him? With this kind of knowledge, he will eliminate himself."

"You seem quite confident."

Wang Zixu said: "Our first batch of scripts have been released, and you should be able to see the effects today."

"How much do you estimate it can be improved?"

"The retention rate was 6% before? I guess it can be raised to 10%."

Ye Lan opened his mouth: "Are you really so confident? You can achieve 10% retention in one day. You are better than those top operators."

Wang Zixu said: "Actually, I think it can reach 15%."

Outside the door, the would-be scriptwriters came back one after another, all dripping with sweat and complaining outside the door.

The corner of Ye Lan's mouth raised, as if she was holding back some bad idea. She said, "Okay, what if it doesn't reach 15% today?"

"Then just pretend I didn't say anything."

Seeing that Wang Zixu couldn't catch the trick, Ye Lan shouted: "Hey, it's boring, it's completely boring."

Wang Zixu stood up and opened the door with the script writers.

The timing of Qiu Ze's appearance was very clever. As soon as the Wenyan Club was established, he jumped out to advocate the futility of scripts. Just like Sangu Thatched Cottage had just invited Zhuge Liang, Xiahou Dun came over to burn Bowang and demonstrate.

Wang Zixu knew that people like Qiu Ze were definitely not alone. The team of speech therapists was so large, and Zuo Ziliang had recently expanded recruitment and added a large number of new ones. The quality was mixed, so not everyone was convinced of his "little prince".

In fact, his current situation is quite dangerous, a bit like the Han Dynasty after the Siege of Baideng. He urgently needs a Huo Qubing-level victory over the Xiongnu to completely establish his position. If he loses the founding battle, people's hearts will be destroyed.

If we break up, it will be difficult to speak in the team in the future.

He turned around and said to Ye Lan: "If I lose, I'll treat you to a supper tonight."

Ye Lan was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, I'm going to the seafood city to eat Bolong."

Wang Zixu said: "It's a pity that I can't lose."

Ye Lan's lips felt like they could no longer hold back: "Really?"

Wang Zixu said: "What if you lose? You won't be able to improve your talent if you lose?"

Ye Lan insisted: "Okay."

Wang Zixu began to be confused.

He felt that Ye Lan agreed a little too readily. He wondered if Ye Lan still had some information that he had not told him.

He tried: "If you lose, will you dance at the annual meeting?"

"Okay, okay." Ye Lan agreed.

"Is there something you haven't said?" Wang Zixu asked.

His worries came true, and Ye Lan burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you just discovered it? To tell you the truth, our app had another hit yesterday, with an unprecedented number of downloads in a single day of more than 100,000. If you can

Achieving 15% retention is equivalent to bringing us 15,000 new customers a day. It doesn’t matter if I dance, it doesn’t matter if I wear a maid outfit and a pair of fishnet stockings to dance! The key is that you can’t do it, hahaha

…”

Wang Zixu froze on the spot. The trap was waiting here.

…

The security door opened, revealing a beautiful face. Ning Chunyan stood at the door with a box of bird's nests in both hands, and said in a sweet voice: "Hello, Master!"

"Xiaochun is here? Come in, come in, why are you carrying things when you come over to play? Really, this kid..."

The old man called Ning Chunyan into the house. Ning Chunyan entered the house obediently, changed into slippers, and walked toward the back room with his hands behind his back.

There are green and black rocks and fans on the shelf next to the porch. On one side of the foyer is a large Qianlong yellow vase, with an Eight Immortals table arched in the middle, and Taishi chairs on both sides; on the wall hangs a picture of Yao Xueji's calligraphy, which can't be read clearly in cursive script.

What? There is a white jade Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva on top of the cabinet. Judging from the specifications, it has obviously been ordained.

The old man was playing with two Wenwan walnuts in his hands and led Ning Chunyan through the door. He happened to see Lin Feng and Li Tingfang. Li Tingfang was lying on a lounge chair basking in the sun, and Lin Feng was behind her, rubbing her shoulders.

Seeing Ning Chun's banquet, Lin Feng said happily: "Ning Cainiu, have you come to see Teacher Li?"

Ning Chunyan nodded, a little surprised by this unexpected encounter, but it wasn't surprising at all. Today is Saturday.

As the president of the Literary Association, Li Tingfang's home can be said to be a landmark building in the literary world of Xihe City. The old lady is warm and hospitable. Every weekend, the place is as lively as a cultural salon. It is normal to see anyone here. Yes.

Speaking of Li Tingfang's home, it is the Xihe version of Flaubert's dormitory, and Lin Huiyin's living room. It is true that there are scholars talking and laughing, but no white people coming and going. Today, only Lin Feng is here, and the Ningchun Banquet comes early.

"Xiaochun is here." The old lady smiled, her silver hair shining in the sun, "Do you want to be the president of the Xihe Literary Association?"

Ning Chunyan was dumbfounded: "Teacher, you told me this when I first came here, and I wasn't even mentally prepared! Is it okay to talk about such a serious topic like this?"

Li Tingfang didn't mind either and smiled. She had such a temperament. When she was young, she was straightforward and wrote many commentaries on Water Margin. Lu Zhishen was her favorite character. This can reflect her character.

Lin Feng said: "I was discussing this issue with my teacher just now. The teacher was also a little worried. When he said that it would be great if Ning Cainu was willing to take over the Xihe Literary Association, he turned out to be Cao Cao. Cao Cao arrived."

Ning Chunyan looked curious: "What's wrong?"

Li Tingfang said: "Isn't this a thing among literati? Shen Qingfeng has been doing a lot of things recently."

Ning Chunyan sat down on the sofa: "I really don't understand why he is so aggressive? He is so busy and has no time to deal with the association's affairs, why does he insist on fighting for this president?"

Li Tingfang said: "His books are best-sellers, but it has always been difficult for him to get elected. If he is given the position of president, it is equivalent to official endorsement from the literary world. Maybe he feels that this will make his title more valuable."

Ning Chunyan shook her head, she thought this behavior was boring.

Li Tingfang whispered again: "I also heard some rumors, I don't know if it is true - Shen Qingfeng has recently been moving towards variety shows and entertainment, and needs to be promoted. He is not only seeking this position, but also plans to

Publish a new book."

Ning Chunyan said: "That's it."

Lin Feng sighed: "It's still my fault that I published too few articles. I have no reputation, can't suppress him, and can't convince the public. Otherwise, the teacher wouldn't have to worry so much."

Li Tingfang shook his head: "I don't blame you. You are a writer of reportage, so you are already at a disadvantage in terms of fame. But your works are of great social significance. Moreover, this matter is only related to profit. Even if it is Xiaochunlai,

He will definitely try his best to attack his opponent."

Lin Feng didn't think it was right. He knew that Shen Qingfeng was interested in pursuing Ning Chunyan. If Ning Chunyan was allowed to be the president, with Shen Qingfeng's style, he might even go along with the flow of friendship and fall in love with Ning Chunyan.

Without losing face and gaining dignity, it kills two birds with one stone.

Li Tingfang sighed: "The best candidate in my mind is actually Chen Qingluo. It's a pity that the child doesn't like a place as big as Xihe. Her stage is also further away. It would be a hindrance to let her take over my seat.

She got it."

She lowered her head and looked at Ning Chunyan: "Xiaochun, aren't you willing to take over this hot potato?"

Ning Chunyan shook his head, and Li Tingfang raised his head and said, "By the way, Lin Feng mentioned that Wang Zixu to me before. It is said that he is also a good young talent. I heard that you are helping him revise his novel?"
Chapter completed!