Ye Lan and Zuo Ziliang, one on the left and the other on the right, squatted on the KTV sofa, with their mobile phones placed on the coffee table between them, as quiet as a brick.

Cheng Xing sat alone far away from the two of them, silently reading the script of The Little Prince on his phone.

"Reject pornography, reject gambling, reject pornography, gambling and drugs" was played loudly in the KTV. The sound was very loud and the world was very noisy, but it did not affect his reading at all. He sat there quietly, like a stone Buddha.

Cheng Xing's sample manuscript has been sent to the group of speech therapists. The entire group was immediately immersed in a sea of ​​joy, and the screen was refreshed.

No one noticed that this was a competition between the two bosses.

Zuo Ziliang lay on the sofa and said feebly:

"I said, this bet is not fair. Not everyone has my ability to discern words. Our speech therapists may not be able to sense the subtle differences between two people's scripts."

Ye Lan stared at him, his eyes a little confused and a little contemptuous: "If you can't feel the gap, doesn't that mean there is no gap?"

Zuo Ziliang said: “The gap between ‘can’t feel the gap’ and ‘no gap’ is huge!

"Text recognition requires an aesthetic level. Just like a professional photographer and I both hold Nikon cameras, the photos we take are completely different. Others look like movie screenshots, but mine look like 91 stolen photos."

Ye Lan crossed his arms and shook his head: "I don't know what you are talking about. I can't understand a word."

Zuo Ziliang sat up and made gestures with his hands, trying to explain to her:

"The Little Prince's script has a unique flavor. The difference between the two is like the difference between Oreo and Yue Li Yue. On the surface, they are two black cookies sandwiching a dollop of white cream, but

Without taking a bite, it’s hard to tell the difference.”

Ye Lan asked: "What is Yue Li Yue?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "It's a brand that's a copycat Oreo. Have you never tried it? I bought a box last month, but when I bought it home, I realized that it was Yue Li Yue."

Ye Lan smiled shamelessly: "I haven't eaten it. I only bought Kang Shuai Bo."

Zuo Ziliang said: "Is there really Kang Shuaibo?"

Ye Lan raised his watch and looked at it, saying, "It's been 10 minutes."

Zuo Ziliang lay down slumped again.

Ye Lan raised her eyes with long eyelashes and looked at him: "What do you have to say?"

Zuo Ziliang waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute. It's only been 10 minutes, and many speech therapists haven't even finished reading the script."

The corner of Ye Lan's mouth curved into a nice smile, but it was very mean: "Well, wait a little longer, don't rush, wait until you are completely dead before you rush."

Zuo Ziliang shook his head and said: "When you ask the speech therapist to blindly guess, you are not testing the little prince, but the speech therapist's level. Except for the little prince himself, no one knows how much experience he has accumulated before creating.

What a vast amount of content to think about.”

Ye Lan took a sip of the sparkling water, and then said: "After thinking about such a vast content, no one cares about it. Well, it's quite sad."

Zuo Ziliang was so angry that he could hardly speak, and said: "It's not that you don't care... Even if you don't care, the speech therapist can't feel it, but our users will also feel it, and they will vote with their feet."

Ye Lan said: "However, this is just your subjective judgment, and no one can falsify it. Zuo Ziliang, you have no scientific spirit."

Zuo Ziliang said: "You have no literary appreciation level."

Ye Lan pretended not to want to argue with him.

In a blink of an eye, 30 minutes passed.

"It's over." Ye Lan said.

She stood up, patted her skirt, and stood up gracefully, like a princess who had succeeded in a palace fight.

Zuo Ziliang lit a cigarette, threw the lighter on the table, took a comfortable puff, and leaned on the sofa, as if he was the winner.

Ye Lan said: "Thirty minutes have passed and two hundred messages have been posted in the group. No one has discovered that the script was not written by the little prince. Does this explain everything enough?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "This shows that our speech therapists have poor appreciation, no independent thinking, and lack of questioning spirit. Other than that, nothing can be explained."

Ye Lan wrinkled her nose: "Zuo Ziliang, you talk like a liar. Although I don't know what the little prince is like, but if he is as conceited as you, then both of you will be very sad."

Zuo Ziliang held a cigarette and said: "Van Gogh failed to wait for his sponsors, and Kafka failed to wait for his readers. Is this their sorrow or the sorrow of the world?"

Ye Lan said angrily: "No one provides a fair bet for Van Gogh and Kafka like us, right? Zuo Ziliang, you are really arrogant sometimes. You always think you are right."

"

Zuo Ziliang was soaked in smoke, his eyes blurred: "I am not right in everything, but I am right in this matter. History will prove that I am right, and the only one who can offend me is the Spring and Autumn Period."

"

"Come on, Chunqiu doesn't know you at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone dinged on the table.

"who?"

Ye Lan took a look and said, "It's Huang Da."

"What did Huang Da say?"

Ye Lan looked down at his phone and didn't answer him.

Zuo Ziliang stretched out his hand: "Bring the phone here, let me take a look."

Ye Lan shook his head: "He said he had something to report. Put the phone here. You tell me and I will type it for you."

"Is this necessary?!"

"It's necessary, it's very necessary. What I want is for you to be convinced." Ye Lan raised his face and said, "I really have to fight to win or lose today."

Zuo Ziliang stretched out his hand helplessly: "Then what do you want to ask him?"

A message popped up from Huang Da's side in time: [Boss, does the quality of today's script need to be reviewed again? 】

…

When the dinner ended, it was already past ten o'clock at night, the street was clear and bright, the moon was cold, and there was no sound.

A table of people came out of the unit in twos and threes, with their heads crossed and nine jars of aged rice wine, which made seven people drunk. It was very enjoyable.

Among the people at this table, Wang Zixu and Guo Ranran were almost the only two who were not drunk. The reason why I say "almost" is because Guo Ranran was better off than drunk when he was not drunk. His face was red, he could not stand still, and he kept going.

Lin Feng fell down.

Lin Feng's whole body was hung up on Wang Zixu. He put an arm on Wang Zixu's shoulder, his face was red, he smelled of alcohol, and he kept talking drunken words to him with his big tongue.

"Brother Wang, when I met you today, I realized what it means to have a world outside the sky. Chatting with you means that I can meet my opponent, which is such a joy. I have experienced all the literary circles in Xihe, and there is no one as talented as you.

"

The prince said coquettishly: "I'm still far away."

Lin Feng waved his hand, clapped his chest and said:

"Hey, what are you so bad about? We are so bad! To be honest, those of us in the Xihe literary world are worse than me. We have no intention of creating, so what do we focus on all day long? Gong Dou, and this... Gong Dou."

Wang Zixu felt that he was really drunk and he would offend others if he continued talking, so he quickly interrupted him and said, "You've drunk too much!"

Lin Feng burped and said: "I drank a little too much today, but I am very sober. I just closed the door and told my brothers, what did I always think? I! Always thought..."

Wang Zixu was afraid that he would say something fatal, so he helped him to a place where no one was around. Fortunately, the other colleagues were sensible and avoided him early, for fear of hearing something and getting a fishy smell on their bodies.

Lin Feng said: "I have always believed that only those who are truly talented and knowledgeable like you should be promoted to the literary world. Drive away all those stinky fish and rotten shrimps and let them go. The literary world should leave literati alone. Their

Like what words?"

The prince said sadly: "I don't even know where the door of the literary world is, and why am I being promoted to it?"

Lin Feng could no longer hear what he said and was still chattering on the side:

"Really, you, such a great talent, stay here and work as a little clerk. The thought of this makes me angry. You should go to a bigger stage..."

Wang Zixu supported Lin Feng and looked at the dim light of the distant street lamp. At this time, he seemed to be like Gatsby in "The Great Gatsby", looking at the green light across the river and reaching out his hand in vain.

Literary world? He didn’t know where the literary world was, and he had never been accepted by it.

When he needed recognition the most, the vague literary world didn't recognize him. He just couldn't find him, and no one cared because no letters would be mailed to him.

At this time, it was not the literary world that opened the door to him, but the literary world.
Chapter completed!