Wang Zixu's unit hosted the inspection and acceptance team and used the largest dining table in the cafeteria. When Wang Zixu arrived, the table was already full, and the inspection team members sat staggered with colleagues from their units.

Lin Feng and the leader sat at the top, Guo Ranran sat below, and Zhang Cangnian was also there. When he saw Wang Zixu, he winked at him.

After meeting Wang Zixu, the leader said: "Comrade Xiao Wang attaches great importance to his personal image. It took him so long to come here."

There was an insinuation in his words that Wang Zixu would have been sweating profusely when he first started working, but now that he was a veteran, he was no longer afraid of boiling water.

Wang Zixu said: "I'm sorry, something happened and I was delayed."

The leader waved his hand: "Forget it, sit down, the seat is prepared for you, just waiting for you."

Wang Zixu was a little surprised when he saw the empty seat next to Lin Feng: "Shall I sit on it?"

The leader said: "Yes, Mr. Lin asked you to sit next to him by name. Why don't you guys talk about literature?"

"Yes, I had a brief exchange with this king this morning, Comrade Wang Zixu, right? He seemed to know a lot about literature. It's such a good opportunity for me to ask for more advice from him."

Lin Feng smiled and nodded at him, but Wang Zixu was complaining in his heart. But the situation forced him to go over and sit down.

In his limited dining experience in the past, he had always sat at the bottom of the table and served, so he could just eat, drink and serve the dishes without caring about anything else at the table. This was the first time he sat at the top of the table.

Sitting at the dining table and looking forward, everyone's eyes were intertwined at the center point next to him. Wang Zixu suddenly understood why his colleagues liked to go out drinking when they had nothing to do.

But he doesn't like to be the center. He still likes to sit at the bottom and just eat in peace, relaxed and comfortable.

…

When Wang Zixu had to face the dinner, Ye Lan called Zuo Ziliang and told her that she had found a new scriptwriter. So the three of them made an appointment to meet at a shopping mall.

When Zuo Ziliang arrived at the place, Ye Lan and the new script writer were already sitting on the sofa waiting. The other person was a young man with a middle parted hair, not outstanding in appearance, too young, carrying a cross-body bag, and wearing Converse.

Canvas shoes.

Ye Lan pointed at the boy and said: "This is Cheng Xing. He is still in college, but he has published many short stories on Douban. The response has been very good. He has also published a book. His fan base is not small.

.You can chat and get to know each other."

Zuo Ziliang stared at the other side. The boy was very polite, nodded and said, "Hello, Teacher Zuo, you can call me Xiao Cheng."

Zuo Ziliang just nodded slightly and then went straight to the point: "Xiao Cheng, right? What do you think?"

Cheng Xing said: "What are you referring to?"

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​becoming our script designer?"

Cheng Xing said: "Oh, that's it. I'm about to graduate from college and want to write full-time in the future, so I want to work in a writing-related industry as a means of making a living."

Zuo Ziliang said: "Why, you have published, and the royalties are not enough to live on?"

Cheng Xing smiled politely: "I work in the traditional publishing industry, so I can't compare to those online writers. The royalties are enough to live on for a while, but they are definitely not enough to last a lifetime."

Zuo Ziliang asked: "Have you brought your sample manuscript?"

Cheng Xing hurriedly opened his schoolbag: "Here you go, take a look. If you have any comments, I can revise them."

Zuo Ziliang lowered his head to read the manuscript. While he was reading the manuscript, Ye Lan said with a smile:

"You have publishing experience, you have a fan base, and we, Cheng Xing, are graduates from a prestigious school. By the way, did you win any literary competition awards when you were in junior high school?"

Cheng Xing said: "Mr. Ya. I won the second prize. The first prize in my session was Guo Yueran."

Ye Lan said: "Oh, yes. How about it? Is the scriptwriter I found more reliable than the previous script writer?"

Zuo Ziliang didn't answer. He frowned while looking at the sample manuscript.

Cheng Xing lowered his eyebrows, picked up the water glass, and took a sip. His eyes were deep and he didn't speak, but his mind was already running a hundred times.

…

When the food was served, no one on the table moved their chopsticks. Lin Feng was the protagonist of the banquet. Only when he moved his chopsticks did he fire the starting gun and everyone could start eating. This is the most basic banquet rule.

The leader leaned forward and said to Lin Feng: "Mr. Lin, during the Chinese New Year, my father-in-law gave me a few bottles of rice wine. They are all aged wine. They taste very delicious and the alcohol content is not high. I am so happy today, why don't I open it?

Are you all happy?"

Lin Feng likes literature. He doesn't like white wine, but prefers rice wine. Of course, his leader has already found out about his preference. When he heard that there is aged rice wine, Lin Feng felt a little thirsty, but he raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't this bad?"

The leader said: "Look, this wine is my private collection and will not be recorded in the account this time. Secondly, today is Friday, after work, and it does not count as a working day. Thirdly, the alcohol content is

It’s really not high, and it won’t cause any problems. No matter from any angle, it doesn’t violate the regulations. If it violates the regulations, I won’t even dare to mention it. What do you think?”

Lin Feng played with his chopsticks, then turned around and said, "How about some more?"

"Come on, come on. Xiaomao, go to my office and bring me some wine from the cabinet under my desk."

Rice wine was served on the table, and young colleagues from the unit poured the wine diligently. Lin Feng turned to look at Wang Zixu: "Let's drink some together?"

The leader glared at Lin Feng from behind. Wang Zixu knew that if he didn't drink today, he might not be able to survive in the workplace, so he could only nod and said, "I don't drink well, so I can only accompany you for a few drinks. If I drink more, I might end up pouring."

The leader knocked on the table and said: "Xiao Wang, this is not good. Before he started drinking, he already had stage fright. If you lose, you will not lose. You must show the momentum of charging ahead!"

Lin Feng said: "Hey, we don't drink to get people drunk. We will be happy as long as we are happy. It's okay, Brother Wang, just drink to your heart's content and go home when you're done. It doesn't matter."

The prince nodded weakly, and the bright yellow and clear liquid poured into the glass. It was illuminated clearly under the light, and wisps of delicate fragrance floated out of the wine glass.

The leader raised his glass high and said, "I am so happy today. We have met such a literary talent as Mr. Lin. Let's raise a glass together to pay tribute to the talent!"

There was a loud toast during the banquet. After a glass of wine, the banquet officially started.

Lin Feng said: "Let me correct you a little. I am still a layman in essence. I love poetry, wine, and delicious food. I cannot afford to be called a literary genius. This time it is not just me. We inspect all members of the team.

Including all the comrades in your unit, they have all worked hard and deserve a toast. I give this toast to all the comrades, everyone has worked hard!"

The leader applauded: "Okay! Come and drink!"

Yellow rice wine is refreshing and softer than white wine in the mouth, but has a stronger stamina than white wine and is easy to get on your head. Wang Zixu has not drank for a long time, and his alcohol capacity has dropped a lot. After just one glass, he feels vaguely dizzy.

Everyone ate. The chef in the cafeteria was specially invited by the leader from his hometown. His cooking skills are at the level of a master among the people. The dishes on the table have a homely flavor with a special flavor. They are not over-standard and are all hard dishes. Lin Feng and other guests enjoyed the meal.

Never stop talking.
Chapter completed!