I am not a literary giant

Wang Zixu said, "I'm just here to work and earn money from writing. The company belongs to you, so I can't say whether I'm willing or not."

"Really?" Zuo Ziliang said, "I can tell that you may not necessarily like doing this, but you are good at it. In that case, this has become your destiny. No one can escape their destiny."

Is it impossible for people to escape their destiny?

Wang Zixu recalled "The Alchemist," a work by Paulo Coelho.

The shepherd boy only wanted to find treasure, and shepherding allowed him to travel far and wide, so he chose to become a shepherd boy. However, finding treasure was his destiny.

Isn't he the same? He just wanted to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, and writing fiction was just a way to use his talent.

If you have to do what you're good at, then wouldn't talent become a curse? Does he need Wen Ai more, or does Wen Ai need him more?

His destiny should not lie here.

Zuo Ziliang added, "Besides, I never intended for you to actually meet the users."

"What?"

Zuo Ziliang leaned against the wall and sighed, "If you really meet with users privately and expose your identity, we'll be at a disadvantage. Listen carefully, your identity absolutely cannot be revealed."

"You just said the user wants to see me."

"You also can't underestimate the threat from users," Zuo Ziliang said. "We've devised a plan that, in the best-case scenario, you don't even need to show up in person. We can appease the users, give the Wen'ai app a new lease on life, and create an unprecedented opportunity."

Prince Xu asked, "What plan?"

Zuo Ziliang said, "Tell me first, do you still want to continue writing scripts for Wen'ai, and keep writing them forever?"

Wang Zixu said, "If I don't have to meet with users, expose my identity, or do any messy things, of course I'd be willing. As long as I have money."

"Alright," Zuo Ziliang nodded, "That's the determination I need. Come with me. I'll take you to see someone."

"Who?"

"Ye Lan. My partner."

The girl playing the saxophone swayed her long hair, the warmth from the colored lights making her face feel hot, sweat sticking her hair to her cheeks. The stage was unfocusing, making her feel like the whole world had shrunk to just herself, but during a break in the intense performance, her extra attention caught a glimpse of two people leaving the bar, one after the other. This didn't disrupt her rhythm much, but it still stirred a slight ripple in her emotions.

Zuo Ziliang's car is an Audi. He didn't know the model number and didn't ask. But the car was very beautiful, so it must have cost a lot of money.

He took him to a KTV, and when they entered the private room, a woman was already sitting there, wearing a tank top and a white bodycon skirt, her figure very eye-catching.

Like Zuo Ziliang, she looked haggard, as if she hadn't slept well. However, her makeup was impeccable, and her hair was styled in an elegant updo. Her lips were thin, as if she were about to utter a sharp remark, but there was no denying that she was beautiful.

"This is Ye Lan. This is the Little Prince." After introducing them, Zuo Ziliang sat down on the other end of the sofa, away from Ye Lan, and let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had relieved all his fatigue.

"Hello." Ye Lan sat on the sofa and extended her hand to Wang Zixu with an elegant gesture.

Prince Xu tried his best to avoid looking at her exposed skin, simply shaking her hand; it was icy cold to the touch. Thus, he had no choice but to sit down beside Ye Lan.

"I've wanted to meet you from the very beginning, little prince," Ye Lan said, her eyes scanning him closely. "I never expected that we would finally meet in this kind of setting."

Zuo Ziliang lay back on the sofa and said, "Ye Lan, you talk to him. Say what you need to say. I don't want to argue with you anymore."

Ye Lan nodded slightly, then stood up and gave Wang Zixu a deep 90-degree bow.

"sorry."

Wang Zixu noticed the whorl of hair on Ye Lan's head, and his gaze even lingered on the smooth nape of her neck and further back on her shoulder blades. He was at a loss for words.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Lan straightened up, her eyes red-rimmed, and said, "It was my fault. I leaked the script."

Wang Zixu stared at her: "Why?"

"I can only say that we were careless," Ye Lan said with a wry smile.

Wang Zixu didn't understand what "being careless" meant. He assumed that someone had stolen his script from Ye Lan, and that Ye Lan had been careless and hadn't kept a close watch on him.

He never imagined that Ye Lan would be the one to send out his script.

Ye Lan herself was too embarrassed to say it. She couldn't very well say that she didn't see how valuable the Little Prince's script was at the time, and thought it was just a worthless draft that she casually passed on to Cheng Xing, could she?

How embarrassing!

She and Zuo Ziliang had been arguing for two whole days. Of course, to a large extent, it was her who was the one being attacked.

She kept explaining that she didn't intentionally leak the Little Prince script, but Zuo Ziliang wouldn't believe her and thought she was deliberately sabotaging it.

But she was too embarrassed to admit it; she was too embarrassed to confess that she truly lacked literary appreciation. She was too embarrassed to admit that even after that day, she still hadn't realized the Little Prince's value.

It wasn't until she witnessed Cheng Xing's collection of short stories gradually gaining popularity online, and potentially becoming known worldwide, that she became afraid. Only then did she realize what kind of monster she had unleashed.

Therefore, she urgently began discussing with Zuo Ziliang how to deal with the matter. However, she decided to keep the reason why she, as the culprit, had leaked the script to herself, a secret from everyone.

That's so embarrassing.

"I won't say anything more. We're all adults. Let me show you my sincerity first," Ye Lan said. "Zuo Ziliang and I will each set aside 10% of our shares for you."

Wang Zixu looked somewhat bewildered, while Zuo Ziliang added, "On the condition that you stay. Continue working as the scriptwriter."

Ye Lan continued, "You will contribute your knowledge and technology as equity. After contributing, your job and responsibilities will remain the same, and you will still receive a salary. In addition, we calculate each quarter as a fiscal quarter, and you will receive 2% of the company's net profit each quarter."

Zuo Ziliang continued, "Let me give you an example. Our net profit last quarter was 161.7 million. If this quarter is the same, you can get more than 32."

Ye Lan said, "I brought the agreement and the ledgers with me. You can look at them and sign them at any time. After signing, the three of us will form a new board of directors."

Zuo Ziliang said, "That's why I said that ten or twenty thousand is just a small amount of money. I told you not to worry about it. You just couldn't calm down. Oh well, it's my fault too. I didn't sleep at all last night, and I'm still feeling dizzy."

Ye Lan stared at him with her dark eyes: "So? Do you want to consider joining us?"

The prince stood there, stunned.

In fact, he was already stunned when he heard the number "32".

It took him a while to calm down before he finally asked, "This...this isn't a trap, is it? Your company is facing a crisis, and you're dragging me into it too...Didn't someone say someone was going to report us? What if the Hsin Lok Department comes to investigate?"

Ye Lan and Zuo Ziliang exchanged a glance, then said, "So, we have a plan. If executed well, our company will not only avoid being reported, but will also experience tremendous growth and usher in unprecedented opportunities."