I am not a literary giant

"The Mao Dun Literature Prize probably isn't enough," another colleague said. "Our company can't afford a Mao Dun Literature Prize winner. What price would we have to offer to get a writer of that caliber to write something like this?"

"Yeah, it's impossible for someone to lower themselves to write this."

A mysterious smile appeared on Huang Da's face as he held up his phone and said, "So how do you explain this, hmm?"

The colleagues remained silent.

Huang Da put down his phone and said, "That's why I said before that this scriptwriter is our company's core asset. This is fucking ridiculous; anyone who knows the ropes would think it's a speech therapist meeting, but anyone who doesn't would think it's an arts and literature symposium!"

My colleague said, "Yes, I never imagined our group could have such an artistic vibe."

"Elegant. So elegant."

"Whether it's elegant or not isn't important," Huang Da said. "The key is that he uses these very elegant things, and they actually work like crazy. And have you noticed? He's not a team; he's just one person."

A colleague asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Huang Da took a sip of water: "We all guessed before that this scriptwriter was probably a team, with one person responsible for the core creative idea and the others responsible for the writing. But today, listening to his explanation, he explained everything clearly and simply, from inspiration to framework to specific writing style. From the beginning, there was no team at all, just him!"

Another colleague asked, "What's wrong with you being alone?"

Huang Da looked worried and said, "If it's a team, it's fine, but if it's just one person, that's a real problem. Losing one or two people in a team won't disrupt the work, but if such a crucial role is lost one day..."

My colleague suddenly realized and said, "Yeah, but isn't that exactly why the boss wanted him to give the lecture?"

Huang Da glanced at him and asked, "So, after you finished the lesson, did you learn it?"

"No," the colleague shook his head decisively.

As the group ate skewers and chatted, Huang Da suddenly heard the rhythmic sound of platform high heels clicking on the ground behind him.

In the midst of a bustling backstreet night market, the sound was so clear and familiar that it immediately sent a chill down his spine.

"Oh, a get-together? You guys have worked hard."

Huang Da turned around, and a slender woman walked towards them. He immediately stood up obediently, and his other colleagues also stood up, bowing their heads to greet her.

"Manager Ye."

The woman stopped, glanced at everyone with amusement, and then casually pulled up a chair and sat down among her male colleagues. The colleagues, who had been relaxed, immediately straightened their backs, like rabbits being watched by a cheetah.

The woman had shoulder-length short hair, with her ears hidden behind it. She had a narrow nose, slightly prominent cheekbones, straight eyebrows, and her mouth was pursed into a straight line. These features all suggested a strict and demanding personality. But setting aside subjective impressions, her face could basically be considered that of a beauty.

She was wearing a white women's blazer, which she had taken off and draped over the back of the chair because it was a bit warm, revealing a light blue silk sleeveless blouse underneath, her chest prominently displayed. She wore a matching pencil skirt. She had very muscular thighs, clearly indicating she wore high heels regularly.

Ye Lan is currently the manager of Wen'ai Company and also Zuo Ziliang's partner, holding a share of the company second only to Zuo Ziliang.

She placed her hands on the table, a mysterious smile appearing on her face: "What were you talking about just now? Tell me about it, shall we?"

……

After Wang Zixu finished his lecture, the members of the Wen'ai speech therapists were silent for a while in their small group chat.

After a while, someone started to speak.

Sunny and cheerful Sakura: [Did you guys... understand?]

The Innocent Poet: [I understand.]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura: [What did you understand? Can you tell me?]

The Innocent Poet: [I understand. If he's not just showing off, then he's genuinely incredibly knowledgeable, beyond my comprehension. That's all I understand.]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan: [You only understood this much?]

The innocent poet: [What else?]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura: [...Okay, I'm relieved to know I'm not the only one who doesn't understand.]

The Innocent Poet: [I want him to talk for another two hours.]

Sunny and cheerful Sakura: [Will you understand after I explain for two more minutes?]

The Innocent Poet: [No. But it sounds really catchy.]

Wang Zixu was generally satisfied with his performance. However, 40 minutes was too short, and he had many thoughts he didn't have time to share.

He found it amazing that something had happened to him—in his daily life, Wang Zixu was timid and he struggled to even speak a complete sentence, but when facing the entire audience in the group (there were more than 500 people in the group), he suddenly became fluent in his thinking and clear in his logic.

He felt that this might be related to his experience debating in college, where he would feel excited and eager to express himself when facing an unspecified number of people.

This desire to express himself later became the impetus for his journey into literature.

After the lecture, Zuo Ziliang disabled the mute function for all users, and the group chat became lively. The speech therapists were all amazed that the Little Prince had put so much thought into writing the script. Wang Zixu's mood improved again.

However, not many people asked questions during the Q&A session, as most participants felt they hadn't understood the material and needed more time to process it. The first lecture concluded successfully.

Wang Zixu shut down his computer and went to the bedroom door. That was the first hurdle of the day; now it was the last.

He heard canned laughter from a short video coming from inside. He knocked on the door, and the sound immediately stopped. His wife responded with complete silence.

Wang Zixu cleared his throat and said, "Well, I really don't want to hide it from you, but I really can't tell anyone where I'm writing it. As the old saying goes, secrets make things successful, while leaks ruin them. Think about it, your husband finally found a job, and now someone else is eyeing it and trying to take it away. Why cause trouble for no reason? By the way, I made a small amount of money from my writing last month, but I forgot to transfer it to you. Please receive it."

After saying that, he skillfully opened his phone and transferred 1,000 yuan to his wife.

Thirty seconds later, the bedroom door opened. Prince Xu strode confidently into the room.

He used to always try to reason with his wife and mold them into the ideal couple, just like he did when writing scripts. But this method worked well in the Wenai app, but not in real life.

Now, he prefers to use more efficient methods to solve life's problems. And the most effective way to persuade people in this world is nothing more than to entice them with benefits or coerce them with power.

He couldn't choose this method before because, tragically, he didn't have any money at that time.