Song Wan was taken aback, finding the woman both interesting and strange.
However, she still generously shared her table, moving her books and computer to the side.
The coffee arrived quickly, and Xiao Liran and Rachel exchanged glances while enjoying their coffee and snacks.
Judging from her demeanor, she must be the Song Wan they're looking for.
Lin Zhaojiang has good taste. Little White Rabbit has a gentle and unassuming temperament. Not to mention men, even women would want to be friends with her.
"Are you writing something?" Xiao Liran asked curiously, watching Song Wan's hands constantly typing on the keyboard. "What are you writing? A novel?"
"this……"
Song Wan looked up, hesitating about how to answer her.
"Miss, you're not writing a novel, are you?" Rachel asked, noticing her books. "These look like textbooks. Are you preparing for an exam?"
Song Wan smiled faintly and did not answer.
Xiao Liran quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to spy on you. We just thought that such a kind and beautiful girl like you, holding a book, drinking coffee, and typing on the computer... that scene is so artistic! It's perfect for my company!"
"Ahem!" Rachel quickly pulled her boss back.
Whenever they chat, President Xiao always talks about the company, always wanting to sign all the best and most profitable authors in the world.
"Um... I'm writing a novel," Song Wan said, blushing slightly. "But it's just an outline."
"real?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Liran's eyes lit up.
Her intuition told her that this girl's writing skills were probably good. She smiled, wanting to take a look, but was afraid that Song Wan wouldn't agree.
So I chatted with her casually: "Have you finished your outline? Do you have a specific plan? What type is it?"
“I haven’t finished writing it yet.” Song Wan chuckled. “I’ve been preparing for the journalist qualification exam lately, but I can’t concentrate. I get sleepy after reading for a while. I turned on the computer intending to write a few current affairs articles to practice, but…”
"So you slacked off?" Xiao Liran laughed heartily. "It doesn't matter, even tigers have their moments of napping!"
"I just feel... really sorry for the people who helped me."
"Oh?" Xiao Liran raised an eyebrow. "Who helped you?"
Song Wan pursed her lips, "He's a... really nice older man!"
Rachel chuckled and couldn't help but laugh.
But that seems to be true. Lin Zhaojiang is so much older than her, he definitely looks like an uncle when they stand together!
“Miss,” Rachel said with a smile, “our CEO Xiao is a writer’s agent! He’s made many great writers famous. Why don’t you let her see how your writing is?”
Song Wan was taken aback, then turned to look at Xiao Liran, her face showing a mixture of surprise and delight.
Only after receiving permission did Xiao Liran seriously read the outline of the novel she had written.
"Hmm..." she nodded as she read, "The overall idea is quite good, but there are a few places where the plot doesn't connect very well, and there are some minor logical problems..."
Song Wan listened attentively, writing down every single point she made.
When I wrote the last news commentary, Lin Zhaojiang seemed to have mentioned this issue as well—the logic was flawed.
This seems to be a major flaw in her writing.
To avoid this, you need to pay more attention to mental training in your daily life.
"I knew I hadn't misjudged you," Xiao Liran said with a smile. "Your writing is quite good; this kind of simple and heartwarming style is still quite popular. However, what you lack is a bit of inspiration..."
"Cough cough cough!" Rachel coughed violently again—Big sister, she said someone's writing lacked talent the first time she met them, how is she going to recruit people in the future!
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Xiao Li then belatedly realized, "I'm the kind of person who doesn't mince words, I just say what I mean, don't be angry!"
Song Wan smiled sheepishly, "You're right, I really don't have much talent in this area, but I really enjoy writing, and that's why I want to take the journalist certification exam."
"Do you really like it?"
"Of course! I have a habit of writing in my diary, and whenever I encounter something upsetting, I like to sit down and write it down... When I'm writing, I feel like my whole mind is cleared up, and after I finish writing, my bad mood disappears!"
“Then you were born to do this!” Xiao Liran said sincerely.
“But you just said that I…”
“Spiritual energy isn’t the most important thing!” Xiao Liran patted the back of her hand, her gaze sincere. “Only passion can withstand the test of time!”
"Some people do have a natural talent for writing, but have you ever heard of 'the tragedy of Zhong Yong'?"
“I have met many talented authors who can write a long novel without any formal instruction. They haven’t read many other people’s works, and writing is more like an instinct for them.”
“But later, most people were buried in obscurity,” Rachel added. “The few who went further and further down this path were not the most talented, but the most hardworking!”
"Really?" Song Wan asked, half believing it.
“There are indeed writers in this world who possess both talent and diligence.” Xiao Liran smiled. “However, writers who have a passionate heart and are willing to strive for it can also stand out through hard work and diligent study.”
Rachel continued, "Most people aren't geniuses, so the old saying 'the early bird catches the worm' applies! Miss, you've met your benefactor today by meeting our CEO Xiao! Who knows, one day, CEO Xiao might just make you a rising star in the literary world!"
"Exactly!" Xiao Liran became more and more excited as she spoke. "I think you should just give up on studying to be a reporter! What female reporter is any good?"
"Ahem, Mr. Xiao..." Rachel whispered a reminder, "The scope of the attack is too broad..."
“Oh right,” Xiao Liran immediately corrected herself, “I meant, which of those female reporters who became the editor-in-chief of the Yunshi Morning Post is a good person!”
Song Wan was amused by their banter.
However, given her slow-to-warm-up nature, it's quite remarkable that she could chat so congenially with someone she was meeting for the first time; perhaps this is a kind of fate.
After finishing her coffee, Xiao Liran left her contact information before leaving.
At the same time, she was also careful not to tell her her real name, "Xiao Liran," but instead told her, "My name is Lilian, and this is my phone number. If you are interested in writing novels, feel free to contact me anytime!"
Stepping out of the hotel, Rachel frowned and looked at her boss: "Mr. Xiao, are you so sure... that lady was Song Wan? She never said who she was!"
Xiao Liran said confidently, "When has anyone I've chosen ever made a mistake?"
"It's hard to say," Rachel said, pursing her lips. "That writer you took a liking to last time, you even spent a fortune to promote him, but it turned out he was a jerk..."
"Hey!" Xiao Liran glared at her. "Don't you want your bonus for next quarter?"
"Alright, alright..." Rachel said with a forced smile, "Let's hurry up and get some investment, hahaha..."
"Not only do I need to attract investment, I also need to attract talent! How can I survive in this industry if I don't cultivate a few artistic goddesses..."
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