"You can create according to your own style and principles, and you must always pay attention to preserving your own soul. I ask you this question to let you see your own characteristics clearly.

"I don't want to teach you to be the second, third, or fourth little prince. I want you to be yourself. Write boldly and let go."

This sentence made everyone's hearts surge with excitement, and they went upstairs to code.

After watching everyone leave, Wang Zixu felt dizzy. In the past two hours of high-intensity output, he had actually overused his brain power, relying solely on a mouthful of adrenaline. Now that the adrenaline was too strong, he was tired. He

Walk out of the apartment and sit under the porch to rest.

The sun has passed its hottest moment and is gradually setting in the west. There are vast yellow sands on the endless plains - they are shaken out by large cranes on construction sites. It is sultry and windless in the afternoon, and it permeates the ground and cannot be dispersed, like Wang Xiaobo

The miasma in western Hunan described in "Wanshou Temple" is like a dormant earth dragon.

The lonely road that traversed the entire suburb of the city stretched straight ahead. The prince squinted his eyes and looked towards the end of the road. Suddenly he realized that if he turned into a twenty-eight-foot-tall golden giant and leaned down to look at the ground, he would see

This long road is like a tail extending from the city. The undulating red slopes on both sides of the road are like the bone spurs on the back of the Stegosaurus. And he is sitting on one of the spikes on the Stegosaurus' tail.

Thinking of this, this strange place suddenly became familiar. He took out the big harvest box from his arms, picked out a Xuanhemen, lit it faintly and put it to his mouth. The crane rumbled, and he

Smoking while admiring this unique scenery.

An Audi crossed the opposite side of Huangsha and broke into the smoke ring exhaled by Wang Zixu. Then it stopped in front of him with a crunch and Ye Lan got out of the car.

She changed her clothes and did not wear the same clothes she had worn in the morning. Her legs were also wrapped in very neat thick black stockings, and she returned to the standard shape of a professional woman. She was carrying large and small bags in her hands. It seemed that the residents here were

They have new material needs.

"You're not going to work?" Wang Zixu asked.

Ye Lan walked to the porch and looked very happy: "My work is over anyway, why don't I come to bet with you? I came over in advance. I still have a box of beer in the car. You can wait for me."

Move it."

The little prince never asked for beer. They didn't have time to drink. But Ye Lan didn't care about that. She said how could the evening gambling be exciting without ordering wine? If you lose, you have to show off a bottle on the spot.

When Wang Zixu's face was about to collapse, the woman nonchalantly took out a box of Baxi from the bag and put it on his face. The ice made him tremble: "Here, eat ice cream."

The ice cream is still delicious. This makes me embarrassed to lose my temper.

Wang Zixu said: "Bring me a pack of cigarettes next time you come. The brand is Big Harvest."

"Hateful, I'm just helping you carry things by the way. Do you really think I'm free?"

Wang Zixu put a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'll quit smoking."

Ye Lan took out his mobile phone and opened the note: "Tell me, what brand is it?"

Wang Zixu handed her the empty box in his hand and said, "Great harvest, three yuan a bag."

Ye Lan stared at him: "You are now Mr. Wang, and you only smoke cigarettes that cost three yuan a pack?"

"It's still exciting."

The wind finally picked up, the air was cool, and the porch suddenly became very comfortable. Ye Lan didn't want to go in right away. She put a piece of paper under her buttocks and sat next to Wang Zixu, with her slender legs slanted on him.

Legs, forcing the prince to move half a step further.

She stretched out her long fingernails, struggled to open a can of beer, and tore open a pack of spicy sticks, eating them until her fingers were covered in red oil.

Wang Zixu glanced at her sideways, thinking that you are also Mr. Ye, you are eating spicy noodles here, not even Wei Long. He had the nerve to talk to me just now. But he was too bored and didn't say a word. He just sat there thinking.

Ye Lan couldn't hold it in any longer and chatted while eating and drinking.

"How about it? Can you subdue these script writers? I read the information and found that they are all from Nanjing University and University of Finance and Economics. Can they subdue you?"

In Ye Lan's eyes, Wang Zixu does not have the charm of the little prince. In her heart, he is always "Zuo Ziliang's random relative".

Wang Zixu said depressedly: "To be honest, my university wasn't bad at all..."

Ye Lan said while biting the spicy strips: "Yes, but you majored in science. Zuo Ziliang told me that you majored in science. Are you majoring in science?"

Wang Zixu said: "This has nothing to do with liberal arts. Wang Xiaobo also majored in science, and he can also program. Because literature requires observation and imagination, and these abilities are not divided into liberal arts."

"Who is Wang Xiaobo? Your brother?"

"no……"

"Then why does he have the same surname as you?"

"...This is a coincidence, forget it, you don't know, forget it."

Ye Lan said: "I didn't see the information about our speech therapists before, but I was shocked when I saw it this time. This one is a master of Chinese language, and that one is a master of Internet literature. I used to think that our speech therapists were all second-rate. It turns out that

They are all great gods. Hey, let me tell you something..."

She came up and whispered to Wang Zixu: "You must never tell them your true identity. If they know that your identity is not strong, they may not accept you."

The prince was speechless: "What I teach is practical information. No matter whether I have published works or not, they can always feel whether the practical information is useful or not."

Ye Lan sneered: "Haha, your idea is too naive. Sometimes the world is not that simple. You can obey whoever is more capable. This is just your wishful thinking."

Years of experience and lessons taught Wang Zixu that she was right, but he did not want to admit it verbally. He just lowered his head and said, "Even if I am not convinced, I cannot reveal my identity."

"Are you afraid that your wife will know?"

"Um."

Ye Lan raised her little finger and pointed in the air: "I'm really curious about what your wife looks like. Really."

Wang Zixu said nothing. He suddenly felt sleepy.

Ye Lan finished eating the spicy strips, took out toilet paper to wipe his hands, and suddenly smiled mischievously: "Do you want me to tell you how much the data has increased so far today?"

When Wang Zixu saw her triumphant expression, he knew that the result would definitely be bad, so he said, "It didn't go up much, did it?"

Ye Lan smiled and said, "You are self-aware."

Wang Zixu said: "You are also a shareholder of the company, why are you so happy when there is no increase?"

Ye Lan said: "The proportion has not increased, but the absolute value has increased. You have done a good job in bringing about this wave of enthusiasm. Mr. Wang, I did the math and found that I have fewer shares, but I can earn tens of thousands more this month."

Wang Zixu shook his head: "It's only tens of thousands..."

"Tens of thousands is not bad, but with just such a small amount of money, do you still expect to be rich?"

Wang Zixu looked into the distance: "Let the bullets fly for a while."

"What did you say?"

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

Ye Lan slapped him on the shoulder: "Come on, if you keep acting like this, who are you going to show your handsomeness to?"

After slapping her palm, she left Wang Zixu's shoulder, and her body froze immediately. They both looked at each other. There was a small red mark on the shirt on her shoulder, which was the spicy oil that Ye Lan had not wiped off.

"Uh, sorry."

…

While Ye Lan was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, the scripters were handing in their scripts one after another. Wang Zixu was sitting in the restaurant, and he would change each one as he came. The scripters sat and watched, and in the end, all five people gathered around him.

After Wang Zixu finished correcting a sentence, Sakura-chan seemed to have seen a miracle, staring at the side and shouting: "Wonderful, Mr. Prince, it turns out that this is how the principle of regression is used, and I have learned it again."

The believer glared at him: "Playing "Elden's Ring". Returning to the principles, there is no 'sex'."

Sakura-chan said: "I thought no one could pick up on this joke."

The poet gave them both a cold look: "Damn you, you are mentally retarded. You two have changed the most things you wrote and wasted the most time."

Sakura-chan looked determined: "The more changes you make, the higher your potential for improvement."

Believers are full of confidence: "The higher the potential for growth, the stronger the future will be."

"Okay." Wang Zixu pressed ctrl+s to save the file. "If you change it to this, you can submit the manuscript, but it is too slow. Tomorrow I will teach you how to speed up the coding efficiency."

Everyone's eyes lit up and they nodded: "Okay, okay."

After sending a few people away to continue coding, Wang Zixu operated the computer and packaged the script and sent it to Huang Da.

Ye Lan rubbed his eyes and walked over: "Are you done now?"

Wang Zi nodded weakly, lay down on the chair and took a breath, then stood up and created a new document, intending to start imagining a novel for the essay competition.

Ye Lan put her hand on his shoulder: "You don't need to do anything else? Do you really plan to lift the data with just a few scripts?"

"What else? I'm just a writer."

The prince felt weak, his eyelids felt heavy, and he felt very sleepy.

Ye Lan said: "Awesome. I thought you would take advantage of their appeal and let a few of them go to your fan group to recruit new fans."

"Even if they attract fans, how long can they stay popular? If they want to maintain data, they always have to rely on content creation. This is the reason for my existence."

Ye Lan pressed his forehead: "Should I say you are extremely naive or... extremely confident?"

After saying that, she became happy again and turned around lightly while holding the table, the Omega watch on her wrist sparkling.

"Then you're going to lose anyway. Do you want to raise the stakes? Just gambling, drinking, and late-night snacks are too boring. Let's put on some exciting shows to entertain young people. It's also considered team building. Come on, come on, how do you play?

?”

Wang Zixu stared at her with big eyes and yawned hard: "How do you want to gain energy?"

Ye Lan smiled "hehe". She knew a lot of "icebreakers" that went too far, but the prince had a wife, and the point of reference was too high. She was afraid that he would reject it as soon as she said it, which would not be fun.
Chapter completed!