I am not a literary giant

"Let's start with Balzac."

Prince Xu smiled slightly upon hearing the name.

Lin Feng's reading volume probably revolves around realism and romanticism, and Balzac is a prime example in this field. He guessed that Lin Feng would definitely bring up Balzac early on.

"Balzac included almost all of his works in *The Human Comedy*, so simply answering with *The Human Comedy* would be somewhat simplistic. Therefore, I will list a few of his short stories—"

"Novels such as *The Wild Ass's Skin*, *The Chouans*, *Eugénie Grandet*, *Old Goriot*, and *Illusions Perdues*; novellas such as *Saragin*, *The Executioner*, and *Colonel Chabe*..."

"Enough, enough, enough..."

Lin Feng interrupted him and said to Guo Ranran, who was busy checking Baidu, "Xiao Guo, you don't need to check anymore, what he said is all correct."

Then, he raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The others at the table said, "Since Mr. Lin has already drunk, we'll join him in a drink!"

Upon hearing this, the leader quickly said to the other colleagues, "Then we'll all have a drink with you. Xiao Guo doesn't have to drink; he wants to check Baidu."

After everyone finished their drinks, Raymond Lam said, "Let me mention another French writer, Jules Verne, do you know him?"

"Captain Grant and His Children, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, The Mysterious Island, Around the World in Eighty Days," Wang Zixu said without pausing, "He was a science fiction writer, but also a popular writer. I loved his works when I was a child."

Without saying a word, Lin Feng downed a glass of wine and then asked without stopping:

"Let's say another one, Romain Rolland, can you answer that?"

The leader next to him smiled and said to those around him, "President Lin is really knowledgeable; I've never even heard of this writer he's talking about."

The prince closed his eyes slightly and murmured, "Romain Rolland, the 1915 Nobel laureate in Literature..."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "What? Don't you recognize this author?"

Wang Zixu shook his head. How could he not be familiar with it? Once he entered the realm of Nobel laureates, it felt more familiar to him than coming home.

"Romain Rolland has two major works: one is the collection of three biographies, 'Lives of Great Men,' and the other is the novel 'Jean-Christophe.'"

Upon hearing his answer, Lin Feng had already gripped his wine glass. Meanwhile, Guo Ranran flipped through the Baidu page and also found that Wang Zixu had answered correctly. She bit her lip and remained silent.

Before drinking, Raymond Lam asked, "Can you name the three main biographies in 'Lives of the Artists'?"

Wang Zixu said, "Beethoven's biography, Michelangelo's biography, and Tolstoy's biography."

Lin Feng raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

After finishing his drink, he said, "Then let me mention another French writer! Alexandre Dumas!"

Wang Zixu said, "Let's just talk about Alexandre Dumas patricis and Alexandre Dumas fils together. Alexandre Dumas patricis's *The Count of Monte Cristo* and *The Three Musketeers*, and Alexandre Dumas fils's *La Dame aux Camélias* and *The Illegitimate Child*."

Lin Feng said, "Should I have a couple of drinks?"

Prince Xu shook his head and said, "I'll only have one cup. I mentioned Alexandre Dumas on my own initiative."

Lin Feng shook his head and said, "No, I was originally planning to ask Alexandre Dumas fils too. I'll have a couple of drinks."

After downing two glasses of wine, his face was already slightly flushed. He then said, "Next, I'll test you on something a little less common: Stendhal."

Wang Zixu smiled and said, "President Lin has a very strong foundation; the people he mentioned are all French writers."

Lin Feng blinked: "You're being modest."

In the midst of the revelry, despite having already lost several drinks, he felt as if he had met a kindred spirit.

Moreover, he was well aware that France had countless outstanding writers, and being able to name a few wasn't impressive; what was impressive was Wang Zixu—

He knew he couldn't possibly answer as fluently as the other person.

Lin Feng's colleagues, who had also lost a few drinks, were now half-drunk. They urged Wang Zixu, "Hey, hurry up and answer! Is it that you can't remember this one and are just stalling for time?"

Guo Ranran, seizing the opportunity, clapped her hands and shouted, "You've run into an obscure author! Finally, you can't answer, right? It's your turn to drink!"

Wang Zixu glanced at her: "Who says I can't answer? Besides, Stendhal isn't obscure. 'The Red and the Black,' 'Armance,' 'The Abbey of Parma.' I repeat, Stendhal is by no means obscure; he was an excellent writer. Even Tolstoy made no secret of how much he learned from his books."

He interrupted just now because he was worried that Lin Feng might drink too fast and cause trouble. By complimenting him, he wanted to slow down the pace and avoid drawing too much attention and upsetting the boss.

After checking Baidu, Guo Ranran stammered, "Yes, yes."

Lin Feng shook his head and said, "I know he's right without even checking. He knows Stendhal better than I do. I didn't even know about the Tolstoy thing he mentioned."

Lin Feng was drinking when Guo Ranran said, "Brother Wang, how come you can get every single one right? Did you secretly check it on your phone under the table?"

Wang Zixu spread his hands and waved them in the air: "I didn't bring my phone."

Guo Ranran said, "Then how come you can answer them all! You're not a Chinese language teacher!"

Wang Zixu said, "It's basic practice. The current authors are all within the scope of what I read before I was 18, so I remember them quite well."

……

Zuo Ziliang handed the phone to Cheng Xing and said, "This is our original scriptwriter's script. You can see how he wrote it."

Cheng Xing silently took the phone and started flipping through the pages. At first, he squinted and kept his body far away, but after a while, he brought his eyes close to the phone screen and his expression became noticeably more serious.

Ye Lan pulled Zuo Ziliang outside the private room and whispered:

"You told me to find someone, and now that I've found someone, you're saying you're not satisfied. Right now, speech therapists are all clamoring for scriptwriters. Can't we solve the quantity problem first before talking about anything else? Besides, they've published a physical book; I don't believe the quality is worse than someone you just found randomly. You can't make me trust you like this."

Zuo Ziliang narrowed his eyes and said, "First, I didn't just find anyone. The person I found is the only one who can solve our app's problems. Second, just because someone has published a physical book doesn't mean they're necessarily good. Can't you see how mediocre his scripts are? They're all just amateurish stuff. Why would I bother hiring a scriptwriter for that kind of work? I could just let the speech therapists improvise, wouldn't I?"

Ye Lan crossed her arms: "You can't convince me with just that. How about this, you let Xiao Cheng take over first, and if it doesn't work, you can replace him."

Zuo Ziliang waved his hand: "No need for that. I can send his draft to a few speech therapists right now and see if they can spot the difference in the script. If they can see a clear difference, then we don't need to treat them to a meal first and then send them off."

Ye Lan blinked and said, "Okay, but I have a condition. You should send his draft to all the speech therapists and tell them that this is the script for The Little Prince. Let's see how many people can spot the problem. If more than three people can, then you win."

Zuo Ziliang frowned and said, "The little prince has been on leave recently, and the speech therapists are all clamoring for the script. If you give them the script without telling them, how many of them will notice something is wrong? Even if they do notice something is wrong, it's unlikely they'll take the initiative to report it."

Ye Lan pointed at his chest and said, "You can't take a joke, can you? If you can't take a joke, then don't mention it. Our goal now is to distribute the scripts to the speech therapists. As long as they have no objections, it means the scripts are acceptable. That's my only condition. I hired these people, so you have to give them an explanation."

Zuo Ziliang closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then sighed and slowly nodded: "Then let's leave it at that. I hope you'll accept the consequences of your bet."