"I also want to talk to Zuo Ziliang," Ye Lan said, "Recently, the community has become less active day by day."

Wang Zixu turned to her and asked: "Have the number of users decreased?"

"From the data point of view, it has not decreased, but since Qingyan was acquired by Xunyi, it has been very popular there, and our side must have been affected a little bit."

After a pause, Ye Lan added: "Our data should increase. If it doesn't, there is something wrong."

This news was neither good nor bad, but Wang Zixu felt a little worried in his heart, like a smell that could not be traced from, floating in the air, disappearing and appearing, seeming to indicate that danger was approaching.

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"We should also expand our publicity." Wang Zixu said.

"It's useless. Burning money can't burn more than Xunyi. Besides, how do you know we didn't burn it?"

Wang Zixu turned his head in surprise: "Really?"

"Yeah, haven't you noticed that our dividends have become less?"

Wang Zixu really didn't notice this. With the recent war and chaos, he hadn't paid attention to Wen Ai's operations for a long time.

Ye Lan said: "Our average cost of maintaining a user used to be 8 cents, but now it has risen to 1.5 yuan. If this continues, our profits will be so thin that we will lose money in business."

Wang Zixu did not expect that the situation would be so serious, and asked again: "We won't be able to pay off the mortgage in the end, right?"

Ye Lan said: "It seems that we haven't reached that stage yet, but I can only say that this possibility cannot be ruled out."

Wang Zixu was silent for a long time. Ye Lan turned to look at him and laughed: "Why are you so solemn? I'm kidding, the current momentum is so good, can it really bring down the company?"

"Have you ever considered selling your shares?"

Ye Lan was shocked and said: "Who am I selling it to? To you?"

"No, I mean, if someone offers a good price, have you considered selling?"

Seeing how serious his expression was, Ye Lan swallowed and said, "It depends on the price. It must be a number big enough that I won't have to work for half my life. Look, my resume is not that glamorous.

Moreover, the company’s momentum is quite good now, so I must sell it at a good price before I am willing to sell it.”

Wang Zixu nodded and said nothing.

"Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Nothing. I just think that in business, if the situation is really bad, cashing out at a high point is also an excellent strategy, right?"

"Of course."

Ye Lan turned to look at him and said with a smile: "If everyone really disperses and you have a new project in the future, you have to take me with you."

The prince nodded weakly.

…

Wang Zixu still remembered the impression he had when he first met Zuo Ziliang - at that time he had a shaved head and wore a leather jacket. He looked like he was either a member of the literary and art circles or a second-rate person.

I still have the same impression now, but since I learned that he has a wife, a daughter, and a happy family, I have become somewhat impressed with him.

After sending Ye Lan away, Wang Zixu walked into Zuo Ziliang's office alone. Seeing him, Zuo Ziliang looked away from the computer.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to talk to you alone."

"Why are you so solemn?"

"I heard that you talked to An Younan about selling Wenwen Company."

Zuo Ziliang stood up, closed the blinds of the office, closed the door, and looked back at him with a serious expression:

"Have you met her?"

"See you."

"What did she tell you?"

"Basically said everything."

Zuo Ziliang sat down, sighed heavily, and folded his hands.

"Then tell me what you think."

His expression did not look like that of a suspect who had been caught by Wang Zixu doing private transactions, but rather that of a boss handling an employee's request for a salary increase.

Wang Zixu had never been a very good negotiator, but this time he would not be the guest again. He sat down directly on the sofa.

"What I want to hear is what you think." He said, "What exactly do you think?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "Hasn't my idea always changed? To become bigger and stronger, to create greater glory, to serve users with love, and to create value with literature, hasn't my idea always been like this?"

Wang Zixu said: "I thought your idea was to make money from users by flirting with others."

"There is no contradiction, my friend. There is no contradiction."

Zuo Ziliang got off his seat, put his hands in his pockets, and paced, saying, "What do you think is the difference between literature and flirting?"

"At least bigger than the difference between a Porsche Cayenne and a giant cyprinid worm."

Zuo Ziliang stood still, sighed, paused briefly, and said, "Let's put it this way, you know that Li Bai, Du Fu and others have written many echoing poems, right?"

"a lot of."

"Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun, Du Fu's gift to Hua Qing, Bai Juyi's question to Liu Shijiu, and Tian Enliu Yelang's Reminiscences of Old Travels Book of Reminiscences of Old Travels to the Liangzai of Jiangxia Wei Prefecture after the chaos."

There is one thing about Zuo Ziliang that Wang Zixu admires. He can always explain complex things clearly and provocatively, and he can say such long titles like a jingle.

For a moment, he felt that the scene between the two of them was somewhat similar to Watson and Crick discussing the double helix structure of DNA.

"What's the meaning?"

"It means that these poets sing and sing together, such as 'Not as good as Wang Lun to send me love', 'Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, when you are about to drink wine, don't stop drinking', 'Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face', etc.

'Autumn comes to see each other and Shang Piaopeng'...

"Aren't these slanderous words all said in the same way? What's the difference between these poems and speech therapy? Aren't we all chatting happily at the wine table, writing and missing each other, each feeling sad, you resigned, I was demoted,

You are a down-and-out married to a businessman, and I, Sima, wear a green shirt and swim in the Yangtze River. We burst into tears before writing and don’t know what to say. After finishing writing, we both have a great time. Isn’t this also flirting?”

The prince remained silent.

Zuo Ziliang reached out and pointed at him: "We agreed at the beginning that I would be responsible for finding the users and speech therapists, and you would be responsible for raising our flirting to the level of the Nobel Prize for Literature. Do you have any questions?

"

"If we sell the company to Xunyi, it will be better in terms of income."

"Oh, now you care about money and not about literature."

"I care, but Xunyi can also engage in literature. What I care about is not literature, what I care about is literature itself."

"But I care about Wen Ai." Zuo Ziliang said softly, "You are not the only one in this world who has ideals."

"What is your ideal?"

The prince asked in vain, but Zuo Ziliang did not answer.

Wang Zixu added: "Do you remember that female jazz musician in Xihe?"

"Which one?"

"That's when you took me to see it." Wang Zixu said, "You don't remember. She is the only jazz person in Xihe. I later went to find out about her situation, and she has come to the East China Sea. There are many people in the East China Sea.

Jazz guy."

"Oh." Zuo Ziliang replied neither salty nor lightly.

"Jazz music doesn't have to be done in Xihe, it can also be done in Donghai, and maybe it can be done better. People in Xihe don't like to watch jazz, so they can't force it. Sometimes, let go of your obsession, it's good for Xihe, for jazz, and for yourself.

A good thing."

Zuo Ziliang looked at him and shook his head: "I still admire the pure you before."

"I'm not here to lobby." Wang Zixu said, "An Younan came to see me. She invited me and offered a very high price. Because you didn't agree to her, I refused."

"Yeah?"

"But I almost agreed." Wang Zixu said, "I can honestly say that I was tempted. It was a good deal. And have you ever thought about what would happen if you continued to fight with Xunyi?

, what will you get?”

"You can't get anything." Zuo Ziliang lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and handed him another one. "I heard that they have started to use policy factors to mess with us."

Wang Zixu lit the cigarette and watched the green smoke gradually rise: "Yes, don't you think we should just stop it when it's good? We all have families and can't afford to make mistakes."

Zuo Ziliang stared at him and blinked hard: "Yes, I have a family. But, do you still think you have a family?"
Chapter completed!