Wang Zixu opened his mouth and stood there as if in a daze. In front of him, Lin Feng was holding "Paradise Lost" swinging in the air.

He stayed up until 4 a.m. last night and only slept for two hours. His senses are extremely vivid now, but his thinking is very slow, and time and space are distorted in his senses.

He noticed that Lin Feng had a pair of almond eyes and a pair of willow eyebrows. He had applied some kind of moisturizer on his skin, which was greasy and a little reflective, but his face was full of pits, which were proof of the existence of acne.

The leader said from the side: "Xiao Wang is a young and artistic person in our unit. Oh, he is middle-aged and artistic now. He has read a lot, so he should be able to chat with you very well."

Wang Zixu came back to his senses and said as if he was waking up from a dream: "Ah, well, I will just look through it."

Junichi Watanabe's "Paradise Lost" was something he put on his desk for reference in order to write a script. He didn't have many feelings about it, and the ones he had were all about literature.

Lin Feng turned over a page or two and said: "If you also love literature, then read less of this kind of book. Reading too much of this kind of book is harmful."

Wang Zixu was noncommittal about his opinion, but based on the other party's identity, he still nodded in a dignified manner and said, "Well, I don't think much of it either."

Lin Feng said: "If you love literature, I recommend you to read some heavier works, such as this, uh, "Les Misérables", this "The Count of Monte Cristo"..."

Wang Zixu said: "Isn't The Count of Monte Cristo a popular novel?"

Lin Feng was stunned: "Who told you? You don't know Alexandre Dumas?"

Wang Zixu said: "I know, I have read it. "The Count of Monte Cristo" is a popular novel."

The leader next to him glanced at Wang Zixu. He knew Wang Zixu very well and spoke without caring about other people's faces. Feeling that the momentum was not good, he quickly smoothed things over and said:

"Aren't popular novels also novels? They are all the same. Xiao Wang, be humble. Mr. Lin has made great achievements in literature. You should learn more from him and don't think that you know the most."

Wang Zixu felt a little aggrieved. He was just telling the truth. The two examples Lin Feng gave just now are not even close to each other.

It's like someone recommended you to read more of Lu Xun's "The Scream" and Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" at the same time. Although the books are both good books, the painting style is so inconsistent that it is difficult not to complain.

But now is a critical period, and the overall situation is the most important. Although literature is important, it is not appropriate to popularize science at this time. He kept his mouth shut, did not contradict the leader, and did not continue to contradict Lin Feng. He looked at his nose and his heart.

Through the two sentences just now, he has basically figured out Lin Feng's level. But there is nothing to be complacent about, and there is no need to dance outside the level of other people's knowledge.

But Lin Feng didn't seem to be dissatisfied and said: "Hey, it's okay. Literature, everyone has different preferences. Some people like elegant things, some people like vulgar things. In my opinion, the most vulgar is elegance, and elegance is elegance. Just now.

It's all a matter of temper, a gentleman's opinion, don't be offended if you don't treat the situation as well as the person."

Wang Zixu gave a thumbs up and said, "That's a fair statement. That sentence is called 'Heroes see the same thing.' Although I'm not a hero, I do agree with Mr. Lin."

Lin Feng laughed loudly: "As you say, I am not a hero."

Wang Zixu's words were sincere and not mixed with flattery, but the leader didn't think so. He stood behind Lin Feng, with a beautiful expression, and showed a rare kind smile to Wang Zixu, as if to say, "You finally got the idea."

".

The leader cleverly inserted a beautiful line to set off the scene:

"Mr. Lin is a well-known figure in the literary world, and Xiao Wang is a talented person in our unit. What is this called? Talented people think alike!"

Lin Feng said: "Haha, yes!"

While the guests and hosts were having a good time, Lin Feng patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder and said, "Let's have a meal sometime and talk about literature."

Wang Zixu saw the leader behind Lin Feng winking and nodded, "Okay."

The examination in his department was also completed. There were no problems and they passed the test smoothly. Next, they went to Guo Ranran's department.

After the group left, Zhang Cangnian, who had just hid outside the door, walked in again, smiled, patted him on the shoulder hard, and said:

"You're good! You made Lin Feng very happy. It should be easier for us to go to the inspection now. The leader will definitely mark you down in his heart."

Wang Zixu put away Junichi Watanabe's "Paradise Lost" and said, "I didn't coax him."

Zhang Cannian held the water cup and said: "By the way, what happened to "The Count of Monte Cristo"?"

Wang Zixu glanced at him: "It's nothing, it's pretty good-looking."

"I mean, how many books have you read?"

Wang Zixu raised his head and thought for a while, then lowered his head and said, "Let's put it this way, I have read all the major works of the writers you can name."

Zhang Cangnian was surprised: "So confident?"

"As long as you can call me by name."

Zhang Cannian said: "You are really a fucking ruthless person."

At this moment, the two heard an exaggerated female voice coming from next door, and Guo Ranran was yelling in the office next door.

The two of them walked to the next door to take a peek, and saw Guo Ranran with an exaggerated expression, looking at Lin Feng with moist eyes:

"Teacher Lin, do you know? What I admire most are talented people who are good at literature. Teacher Lin, do you have any recommended books? I really want to learn. Can you recommend a few books to teach me?"

Lin Feng laughed loudly and said: "There are not many girls who like to read books nowadays. Well, let me recommend a few books to you..."

Guo Ranran said: "Please wait a moment, I will find a notebook. I have to write down the books recommended by Teacher Lin carefully."

Lin Feng laughed again. The leader said from the side: "This little girl is quite studious, but it is true that as a post-00s generation, she is much better than many old comrades in our unit."

At the door, Wang Zixu looked back at Zhang Cannian and whispered: "This is called coaxing."

…

On the second day after the little prince asked for leave, Huang Da's work quality deteriorated, his happiness index dropped significantly, and the entire company was enveloped in an atmosphere of anxiety.

When the little prince was here, he didn't feel it before, but now that he is on leave, Huang Da is about to have a nervous breakdown from the word "script".

"Huang Da, don't you have a new script yet? When will the script be released?"

"Dad, hasn't the script engineer come back yet? When will he come back?"

"Boss! I haven't placed an order for two days! Where's the script?! Where's my script?! I don't have a script and I can't do speech therapy!"

Overnight, everyone seemed to be reaching out to him for scripts. He sat blankly at his workstation, the cursor flashing on the computer screen, and he seemed to suddenly not know how to work.

At this moment, the cleaning lady appeared beside him with a sinister tone and whispered in his ear: "Feet."

Huang Da was so stressed that he almost jumped up from his chair. He turned to look at his aunt and asked, "Are you also going to urge me on the script?"

As a result, the aunt then said: "Lift it up."

"oh."

After his aunt left, Huang Da felt that he could not go on like this.

He knocked on Zuo Ziliang's office and explained the current situation to Zuo Ziliang. Zuo Ziliang raised his head and stared at him: "Is it really so serious? Can't we speech therapists do our best?"

Huang Da said: "Since we lost the crutch of scripts, the performance of our speech therapists cannot be said to be unsatisfactory, it can only be said to have plummeted."

"Where's the data?"

“For two consecutive days, the number of orders opened dropped by a total of 13%, the number of rewards dropped by 30%, and the rating dropped by 0.1.”

Zuo Ziliang put his hands under his nose, making a classic move like Commander Ikari.

“There are so many new users, can’t they use the old script over and over again?”

Huang Da said: "I told them the same thing, but from what they said, it doesn't seem to work. First, they can't remember which users have used which scripts. Second, some screenshots of our old scripts have been leaked.

Some new users know the routine and feel like they have been cheated. This is the main reason for the decrease in ratings."

Zuo Ziliang took a deep breath and said: "This is why I want the little prince to train them. They are just using the script mechanically and have not understood it thoroughly."

Huang Da said: "Boss, what do you think we should do?"

Zuo Ziliang was still thinking, and Ye Lan walked in from outside the door and said, "What should we do? If it's my opinion, just get rid of the script engineer."

Hearing this, Huang Da turned around in shock. Zuo Ziliang's expression changed and he waved to Huang Da to go out.

Huang Da went out obediently and closed the door behind him. Only Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan were left in the office.

Zuo Ziliang asked: "What do you mean?"

"Obviously," Ye Lan said, "What I mean is, since you can't control the scripter, then kick him off. We don't want the scripter anymore."
Chapter completed!