I am not a literary giant

Cheng Xing typed on the computer:

"Everything else is negotiable. I'd be happy to see The Little Prince's work published in a more serious magazine like 'Literary World,' as it would be more beneficial for the work's dissemination. The only problem is the payment. As you know, I can't get in touch with The Little Prince himself."

After a while, Tian Zhenlei replied:

"Is there really no other way? It would be such a shame if we couldn't publish it because of issues like payment."

Cheng Xing bit his lip for a while. The editor-in-chief of "Literary World" personally came to invite him to contribute an article. If this happened to him, he could brag about it for ten years. But since they were asking for an article about The Little Prince, he couldn't let his emotions get the better of him; he had to stay rational.

"I've never asked for tips or anything like that, but I still get a lot of tips from readers. I've already earned 20,000 yuan. After splitting it with the platform, I still have 10,000 yuan left," Cheng Xing typed. "I've created a dedicated bank account to store all the money. I'll pay it back to the Little Prince when I find him."

"sure!"

Over there, Tian Zhenlei said enthusiastically, "Let's create an account here too. We'll post an article and deposit a fee into it. To be honest, the fee isn't much. I mainly feel that this needs to be done."

Cheng Xing's eyes welled up with tears instantly: "When I saw the Little Prince manuscript, I also felt this sense of mission, that I had to do this. To be honest, at first, I seemed like a clown in many people's eyes. Thank you for your understanding and resonance, which made me feel that I am not fighting alone."

Tian Zhenlei said, "Of course. Good things are good things, and pioneers should stand at the forefront of aesthetics and say NO to cheap imitations. If I don't approve of The Little Prince, am I supposed to just hand over the market to certain writers?"

Cheng Xing didn't dare to respond; he felt that Tian Zhenlei's words could offend everyone. Tian Zhenlei continued, "I'm also planning to place a missing person ad in the magazine. No, a missing author ad. Anyone with clues about The Little Prince can report them to us."

Cheng Xing said, "Is this alright? You're *Literary and Art Circles*, aren't you?"

Tian Zhenlei said, "What's wrong with that? Don't you think this whole thing is an absurd metaphor? What appears elegant but is actually vulgar resides in the halls of power, while what appears vulgar but is actually elegant lies dormant among the common people. It's time for thunder, time for the awakening of insects! What's 'Literary World' compared to this? Try to get him on 'Yangtze River' next time!"

Cheng Xing clicked his tongue in disbelief. Only its editor-in-chief had the right to say something like, "Literary and Art Circles is nothing." He didn't even dare to agree.

……

"What a load of rubbish 'Xihe Literature'!"

After Wang Zixu finished speaking, he suddenly felt completely relaxed, feeling refreshed from his hair to every pore.

This is more than just the satisfaction of venting. As he said this, he finally broke free from the heavy shackles he had always carried and found the true meaning of his work.

"You need to get along with your colleagues, you know?" The night before his first day at work, his father patted him on the shoulder and admonished him, "Don't learn to swear like me, calling me 'dick stuff,' it's uncivilized. Dick stuff."

He did indeed follow this policy, but he found that while he wanted to unite others, others didn't unite with him.

A former colleague of mine used to gamble on soccer. He borrowed 2,000 yuan from me to cover his losses, but never paid it back. Later, he was transferred to another company. The day after he left, he blocked Wang Zixu on WeChat, which made me angry and depressed for a long time.

When Director Gou took office, he had worked diligently to help him. However, once Director Gou tried to fraudulently reimburse a small amount of money, and he refused to sign the document on behalf of the person in charge. From then on, Director Gou treated him coldly, and all his previous efforts were in vain.

Not to mention that before the last inspection, the leader arranged for him to work with Guo Ranran. He said it was to let the old man mentor the new man, but in reality, there was no clear hierarchy. Guo Ranran treated him purely as someone to help out and pushed a lot of work from her department onto him.

In the entire organization, there isn't a single person as honest and straightforward as Wang Zixu who would help other departments without complaint. Let alone those who aren't ambitious and are unwilling to do even their own work.

Guo Ranran had just graduated and entered the workplace, so she probably didn't understand these workplace dynamics. He didn't take advantage of his seniority to teach her, but only hoped to show her through his actions that she should do what she could selflessly and not become a petty and calculating person.

Unexpectedly, after Guo Ranran took his kindness for granted, she turned around and stabbed him in the back.

If it weren't for that stab wound, he wouldn't be in so much pain. He'd endured it for so many years, what's one more time? But that stab woke him up; he realized a truth:

Unity achieved through struggle will survive; unity achieved through concession will perish.

To put it simply, this world is a world that craves sex, and in this world that craves sex, there are many people who crave sex. They don't understand sophisticated language, like lofty ideals or selfless dedication. If you work with them using that kind of logic, they'll only try to fuck you. You have to fuck them a good time before they'll understand: "Oh, so this one can't be fucked."

A gentleman understands righteousness; a petty person understands profit. Confucius taught that all should be educated without discrimination, yet even he did not treat everyone equally. Prince Xu once wanted to treat everyone equally, but now he realizes that some people simply do not deserve it.

Therefore, he now says this frankly:

"What a load of rubbish!"

Instead of feeling disgusted with yourself, feel disgusted with others. That's the ultimate life hack.

"Brother Wang," Diao Yiwen stood up, her face apologetic, "you misunderstood, we weren't talking about you just now."

Song Yinglian said, "Yes, we were just chatting casually, and we happened to talk about you. We were even saying that Brother Wang, your ability to turn the tide that day was truly commendable."

The three immediately echoed each other, exchanging glances with genuine sincerity in their eyes. However, some of their acting skills still inadvertently slipped through their fingers.

Are you sure I'm praised by others, and not talked about behind my back?

After Prince Xu finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

He couldn't help but sneer, walked in, and sat down next to Diao Yiwen with an imposing air.

The little girl quickly moved aside to make room for him, but didn't dare to stand up, cautiously stealing glances at him.

The wooden sofa only had so much space to sit on. When Song Yinglian saw that he was almost pressed against Diao Yiwen, his eyes widened in fury, but he dared not speak out.

Wang Zixu said kindly, "Didn't you say that I don't usually talk to you much? I think that's true. We haven't been talking much, so I've come to chat with you and catch up on some casual conversation."

Diao Yiwen gave an awkward smile, and Guo Ranran raised her head and said, "But, Brother Wang, we feel uncomfortable with you sitting here. Please consider our feelings!"

Wang Zixu was still smiling kindly: "Hehe, did you even consider my feelings when you were talking about me behind my back? You can talk bad about me behind my back, but you complain to my face that I make you feel uncomfortable, and I haven't complained about you at all!"

After Prince Xu finished speaking, everyone present broke out in a sweat.

Diao Yiwen said softly, "Brother Wang, it was our fault. They were a bit careless with their words and disrespectful to you. I apologize. If you have any opinions, please feel free to criticize and correct us. We are all new to the workforce and lack social experience, so we need guidance and advice from senior colleagues like you."

Wang Zixu raised his eyebrows and said, "That's a very succinct way of putting it. I wish I were as eloquent and adaptable as you. But don't bring up my recent job. When I first started working, I wouldn't dare speak ill of my colleagues behind their backs. That's basic human decency. I'm from a single-parent family, you know. I didn't have a mother to teach me, but didn't your mothers teach you either?"