I'm not a literary giant

Chapter 27 Difficulty Traveling

Wang Zixu froze in place, but no one noticed him.

Shen Qingfeng smiled slyly and said:
"Yesterday, Lin Feng went to a unit for an inspection. During dinner, for some reason, he started a literary contest with a clerk."

Ning Chunyan said: "How can literature compete?"

Shen Qingfeng said, "Yeah, how can we compete in literature? That clerk has never published any articles. He is a literature enthusiast. Maybe he is not convinced by Lin Feng and wants to compete with him in reading volume."

Ning Chunyan said: "Some literature lovers read a lot."

Shen Qingfeng said: "Alas, many enthusiasts are like this. They always think that the masters are among the common people, and think that they are better than famous writers because they read a lot of books. They came up with a method of naming dishes to 'compete in literature'."

Ning Chunyan asked, "Can you tell me the name of the dish?"

Shen Qingfeng said, "Yes. Lin Feng says the author's name, and the clerk says the work. If Lin Feng says it right, he drinks a glass. If he says it wrong, the clerk drinks a glass himself. Should I say the name of the dish?"

Ning Chunyan said, "This is to test your reading ability. Well, I understand why you said it was a name of a dish."

Shen Qingfeng continued: "And guess what? The clerk actually answered all the questions correctly, one cup after another, and finally knocked Lin Feng down."

Ning Chunyan tilted his head and asked, "Then why was he kicked out of the house by his wife?"

Shen Qingfeng said, "Who knows? But what happened next was very funny. He was reciting Li Bai's "The Hard Road" on the street. Our president lived next door to him. I asked him what was wrong. He said that there are many people in the world who are talented but not appreciated. How sad. Our president was stunned."

After saying that, Shen Qingfeng clapped his legs and laughed.

"I don't know how Writer Lin was touched by the sadness of the passing of time and the passing of years, and how he resonated with a clerk. Anyway, this matter has spread all over Xihe. I told everyone I met today, and it made me laugh to death..."

"Wang Zixu."

In the corner of the office, a humble but firm voice suddenly sounded.

Shen Qingfeng and Ning Chunyan turned their heads at the same time and looked towards Wang Zixu.

Wang Zixu said: "The clerk's name is Wang Zixu."

Wang Zixu was deeply moved.

He could not have imagined that this story would spread all over Xihe in just one night. He also could not have imagined that behind his back, Lin Feng would actually feel so sorry for him.

But he also felt very sad - even in his own story, he was not the protagonist, he didn't even have a name. He even appeared as a clown, just like Sancho beside Don Quixote.

Fortunately, he is used to it. Sancho is also good.

"Who cares?" Shen Qingfeng said, "I don't know what to call him, so I'll just call him Brother Caiming. And Lin Feng also posted a circle of friends this morning, look."

He handed the phone to Ning Chunyan, who leaned over and read it carefully.

Shen Qingfeng said: "Then I commented on him, asking if he had ever listened to Zheng Yuanjie and written Pippi Lulu Xixi. I felt that I was also a talent that was not appreciated. In the end, he didn't reply to me, haha."

Wang Zixu interrupted and said, "'Wisdom Teeth' and 'White Guest' were also written by Zheng Yuanjie. They are fairy tales for adults and are quite interesting."

Shen Qingfeng glanced at him and said, "You don't have to name the dishes here."

Wang Zixu closed his mouth and continued reading the speech.

Ning Chunyan asked: "Then, how many works did Wang Zixu specifically mention?"

Shen Qingfeng said, "It's not important. What's the point of reading a lot of books? Talented people don't need to read books, they write by themselves. If you really have talent, you would have become a writer long ago. How can you still be a clerk here at the age of 30?"

He went on to say: "What's the point of reading so many classics? When I wrote "Sister, Hold My Hand", I hadn't read any classics. A truly awesome life can be interpreted by oneself, without reading books."

After he finished speaking, as if a starting gun had been fired, the office door was slammed open again, and at the same time, the telephone on the desk rang.

Wang Zixu quickly picked up the phone, and Xiaofang's voice came from the other end:

"Hello? Is Brother Wang still here? Sorry, the leader has made new requirements, which is very troublesome. I will send the document to you first, and you still have to make some changes. By the way, has anyone from the secretariat come to see you?"

Wang Zixu turned around to look at the man who had just come in. He was wearing a pair of glasses, had a slightly dark skin, and was staring at him seriously.

He pressed the hands-free button on the phone and asked the man, "Are you from the secretariat?"

The man nodded silently: "I'm Chen Bin. Are you new here?" Wang Zixu said: "I came here from another unit to help."

Xiao Fang said on the phone: "Hurry up, print it out and give it to him after you make the changes. He will deliver it directly to the site. You open the document first."

Wang Zixu was operating the computer in a panic. Chen Bin beside him said, "I'm dizzy. You haven't finished it yet?"

While operating, Wang Zixu said: "It needs to be modified."

The secretary asked: "How long will it take?"

"do not know."

"Fuck him," Yang Tian said from the Secretariat, "The meeting is going to start in half an hour! What happened to you guys? You are really drunk."

On the other side of the office, Shen Qingfeng and Ning Chunyan looked over here curiously.

Xiao Fang said, "Brother Wang, I sent you a revised version, please open it first."

Wang Zixu opened the document, his palms were sweating, and when he opened the revised draft, he was stunned.

Compared with the original manuscript, the revised manuscript has large paragraphs, sequences, and punctuation marks, and some sentences only have one or two key words. I don’t know what it wants to express, and I don’t know how to start changing it.

Wang Zixu said to the phone: "What does this mean?"

Xiaofang's nervous voice came from the phone:

"It's like this. Director Mei and Section Chief Liu found that the lines were too scattered, so the original manuscript had to be rewritten. The sentences above are still the original sentences, but the order has been changed. You need to copy the sentences in the original manuscript into the revised manuscript after changing the order."

Wang Zixu compared them for a while and finally understood what he meant. He then asked, "What does this sentence with only one or two key words mean?"

Xiao Fang said: "Those are the original texts from the manuscript. They didn't have the conditions or time to copy and paste when they were working on site, so they just wrote a few keywords and asked us to find them in the original text ourselves."

Behind Wang Zixu, Chen Bin covered his face and said, "Fuck, they don't have time to check, but we do? It's going to start in half an hour! I have to drive there!"

Wang Zixu thought for a moment, then turned around and asked, "How long will it take you to drive there?"

Chen Bin said: "At least twenty minutes."

Wang Zixu said, "It's still in time."

He skillfully adjusted the text size to size 3, the font to Fangsong GB2314, the line spacing to 28 pounds, the first line indented, 1.5 lines of space after the paragraph, the title font size to 22, and the font to Fangzheng Xiaobiao Song Simplified.

Then, he pinched his fingers and started to expand on the remaining sentences in the revised manuscript.

Chen Bin behind him asked, "Do you write it yourself?"

"No. These are all sentences from the original manuscript." Wang Zixu said without stopping his hands.

Chen Bin glared: "You didn't read the manuscript?"

Wang Zixu said: "I just saw it."

He typed for a while, then casually pressed enter, and said, "I just read the manuscript three times."

“Can you memorize it?”

"I've memorized it."

Chen Bin crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.

Behind him, Shen Qingfeng and Ning Chunyan came up curiously. Shen Qingfeng pointed and said, "Heh, this guy types pretty fast."

Wang Zixu said nothing.

He never thought about the problem of typing speed.