So red that everything is black

Chapter 70 Big Red ([-])

Seeing this, Qiao Zhen comforted him: "Teacher Guifu has just stepped out of the industry this year, so he must still not be used to some things. Vanity Fair is a mixed bag of good and bad people, muddy and sandy. Just listen to some comments, don't worry about it."

She is worthy of being a crown princess.

He is really a kind-hearted person with a high emotional intelligence.

Wen Xinlan was very grateful to Qiao Zhen for coming to the rescue.

If the ostentatious disguise of fine food overflowing with carved furniture and fine wine filling the golden wine glasses is revealed, the essence of tonight's banquet is an adult world where indifference, cruelty, greed, and self-interest are intricately intertwined.

Conditional help, purposeful kindness, are all based on value.

At this moment, Wen Xinlan, as Qiao Zhen said, was already in the vanity fair.

If it loses its value, even the last trace of mercy may no longer exist.

At this time, writer Hong Dao, who had just entered the hall, saw Wen Xinlan and came over to say hello: "Guifu, hello!"

As I got closer, I saw so many people surrounding me. The red dace greeted each one: "Hello! Hello! Hello everyone!"

"Hey, the red dace is here too! Still so beautiful!"

"The red dace is great!"

Wen Xinlan remembered that Pei Yuan said that red dace is a famous social zodiac syndrome and is naturally mature.

With her colleagues from She Niu by her side, Wen Xinlan suddenly felt more confident and no longer feared the questioning from Cui Zhenghao and others.

A boss greeted Lu Jie, and Lu Jie took Qiao Zhen to socialize.

Cui Zhenghao found it boring, and the others dispersed.

Honglu patted Wen Xinlan, "Let's go! Our position is over there!"

"Let's go."

Seeing that Wen Xinlan's expression was not good, Hong Dao asked with concern: "Guifu, what happened just now?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just feel that the people at CC Communications are not very friendly to me. I've obviously never offended them, so why are they trying to bully me?"

Hong Dao smiled mysteriously, "You don't know this, right? There has been a long-standing grudge between Wenyuan Pavilion and CC Communications."

"Oh?"

"Take our royalty income as an example: Although Wenyuange and CC Communications are both companies under YCEC, their channels are different, and traffic and profits are calculated separately. CC Communications is a direct descendant of YCEC and has a strong backbone. Wenyuange is Those acquired by YCEC in the later period are considered illegitimate at most. So every time when the family property is divided, how can the illegitimate son compete with the legitimate son? We, Mr. Mu and Mr. Li, have never won in a fight. People at CC Communications are also used to looking down on Wenyuan. People from the pavilion."

"So it is."

"Especially in the field of new media literature, if Wenyuange is the father of our online writers, then CC Communications is the second uncle holding his father's throat."

"Haha, senior's metaphor is too vivid and the picture is too strong!"

The seating arrangements for the YCEC annual meeting are clearly graded and are carefully arranged by conference staff based on each department's contribution to the group.

It's just that Wen Xinlan never expected that she would be lucky enough to sit at the round table with the leaders of Wenyuan Pavilion and famous writers, instead of the ordinary seats at the back.

Hong Dao led Wen Xinlan to the table and waved enthusiastically: "Mr. Mu! Mr. Luo! Mr. Wu! Guifu and I are late!"

Then he reminded in a low voice: "Guifu, say hello to everyone!" This was the first time that Wen Xinlan had a serious conversation with a senior executive. They were really not familiar with each other, so she could only nod awkwardly: "Mr. Mu! Mr. Luo! Mr. Wu! Hello! I am Guifu!"

But the senior executives here are very familiar with Guifu.

In the past six months, Guifu's name has not been mentioned in any meeting of Wenyuan Pavilion.

Wu Ren even felt that recently he didn't call his wife by her name as often as Guifu, so he didn't want to pay attention to this conspicuous person at all.

Luo E nodded politely and motioned for the two of them to take their seats.

Hong Dao followed the table sign and pulled Wen Xinlan to sit next to the writer Dagao.

There was silence on the table for a while, and Operations Director Wu Ren suddenly spoke, "Yesterday, I was chatting with a friend in the industry about the development of IP peripheral products. I wanted to learn from it, but I heard that Meng Lei's side followed Guifu's suggestion. Plan. Since Guifu has so many ideas, you might as well make more suggestions for your own company, after all, you are now a member of Wenyuan Pavilion."

Wen Xinlan vaguely remembered that she did talk about some IP peripheral products in Wei Qingkuan's office some time ago.

She smiled calmly and said, "Mr. Wu, you are joking. I just had a few casual chats with Mr. Wei. Meng Lei's performance today has nothing to do with me. I remember that when Meng Lei was still Mr. Chao, we vigorously developed related business, and now it has More than ten years.”

Wu Ren sneered coldly: "What, you mean Wenyuan Pavilion is ten years later than Meng Lei? It's too late to develop it now?"

Wen Xinlan replied: "Not really. In the early years when the details were still unclear, Meng Lei not only sold peripherals, but also created a blog. But everyone knows the consequences. Not to mention the high fines, it also caused some people to Come to jail. In recent years, Wenyuange has been able to avoid troubles in this area thanks to leaders like you, Mr. Wu, who have been at the helm and escort of website operations. The company has been able to operate smoothly in the ever-changing business war, and it is inseparable. Take credit for your work.”

Wu Ren originally thought that Wen Xinlan would be frightened into speechlessness, but unexpectedly she even complimented him.

Luo E also heard the meaning of overt praise and hidden damage, and couldn't help but chuckle secretly in his heart.

Mu Gui said in a deep voice: "We at Wenyuan Pavilion have always abided by the law. After all, we have cooperated with millions of writers and shoulder heavy responsibilities. It is better to go slower than to cause trouble."

Wen Xinlan echoed: "Mr. Mu, as you once said on the "Writing Youth" program, everything you do is striving to be worthy of this era. I believe that under your leadership, Wenyuan Pavilion will definitely become a Greater glory."

There was silence at the table, everyone was shocked by Wen Xinlan's words.

None of the great writers and editors here can write a few words that put on a high hat.

But Wen Xinlan was the first one who dared to say it so naturally.

Luo E coughed dryly, "The party is about to start, let's watch the show!"

The main stage lights came on, and the host invited Lu Haokuan, chairman of the board of directors and president of YCEC, to speak on stage.

During the long speech, Hongdao, a social expert, introduced Wen Xinlan's friend in a low voice: "Gui Fu, this is the platinum writer Da Gao. Da Gao, this is Gui Fu, who is also from Wendong."

Wen Xinlan raised her glass and whispered: "Senior Da Gao, I heard a few days ago that the alliance in Wendong issued unreasonable charging standards. It was you who stood up and bravely broke the rules. I'm very happy I admire you and want to toast you!”

Da Gao raised his wine glass slightly and replied coldly: "It's nothing, I just can't stand the behavior of those people."

"The writings of our predecessors are very powerful and defend the justice of literature like weapons."

As soon as he said this, Da Gaocai looked at Wen Xinlan and said, "I have read a lot of your news recently, and I also watched one of your stories out of curiosity."

"Oh? I wonder if senior has any advice?"

Da Gao sighed slowly, "Every writer is a person who uses words as a sharp blade. Weapons can hurt others, and they can also hurt themselves."

The lights in the banquet hall shone on half of Wen Xinlan's face, and her thoughts were dark and unclear.

(End of this chapter)