"Why is it wrong? Did you book this room? Xiaofang, take a closer look at the house sign."

Outside the door, the voice of a woman came.

As soon as Zhang Yifeng checked his spiritual sense, he immediately knew who the other party was. It was the two women he met at the airport.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng opened the door directly.

When the two saw the door open, they found Zhang Yifeng standing at the door before they could be surprised.

"It's you... why did you make an appointment with us? You won't follow us all the way?"

The two women recognized Zhang Yifeng. But why was he here? Could it be that the encounter at the airport was deliberately created by the other party? This young man was also a paparazzi?

The tricks of the world are deep, I want to go back to the countryside!

Zhang Yifeng looked at the two women and said lightly: "I want to ask you, why are you standing at the door of my room? This is my room."

"Your room?"

The two women were stunned. The woman who called Xiaofang looked at the room card carefully, and then said awkwardly, "Sister Ting, we seem to be No. 9, not No. 6, we have taken down the room card..."

"ah?"

The woman wearing a baseball cap immediately felt embarrassed. Although she was wearing black-framed glasses, Zhang Yifeng still clearly saw that the woman's fair face had turned red.

"That, I'm sorry, we made it wrong."

The woman apologized.

Only then did Zhang Yifeng realize that the woman's voice was very nice, like a yellow oriole, crisp and moving.

"fine."

Zhang Yifeng said lightly, then closed the door without any sign of chatting.

"Isn't it just that I've brushed the wrong door? What's the look of this person? It seems like someone owes him money." Xiaofang's unhappy voice came.

"Xiaofang, forget it, it was our fault."

"Sister Ting, do you think this person would open the door immediately if he knew your identity? Beg you to sign him?"

"I'm not that famous." The woman lowered her head embarrassedly, with a obviously shy personality.

"Why didn't this album be there? In just half a month, you've become popular all over the streets and alleys, from the age of fifty to the thirteen-year-old young master, who doesn't regard you as an idol?

In their eyes, they are fairies and fairy sisters. This person is only twenty-one or two years old, and is not much older than you. Even if he is not your fan, he must have heard your songs."

"Okay, let's go back to our room. Now I'll see clearly, is it No. 9?"

"I saw it clearly, found it, right across from it."

Xiaofang carried her luggage and turned to Room No. 9. This room was diagonally opposite Zhang Yifeng. It was only about ten meters away between the two rooms.

Zhang Yifeng closed the door and then took out the phone and called Zhang Kexin.

"Brother, why do you remember to call me? You can't have no money anymore, right?" Zhang Kexin's voice came immediately.

Zhang Yifeng was speechless and said, "Can I only have no money to call you?"

"I don't mean that, but you did do this before. By the way, brother, you called just right and just talk to me. I have been feeling very nervous and depressed these two days."

"Why? Someone bullied you?"

Zhang Yifeng frowned at that time.

"No, didn't I tell you two days ago that Chairman Feng Mei took the initiative to contact me? I took the product to their company for inspection, but I don't know if I can't pass it. If I can't pass it, my first pot of gold will be like this.

It's a waste. If I have passed and made money, I plan to open a factory by myself. I've contacted the technicians these days and waited for the start of the show myself in the future."

Zhang Yifeng was speechless and said, "You have not finished the road under your feet yet, but you think about the future?"

"Of course, you must prepare for the future and plan ahead. By the way, brother, what exactly do you call me?"

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "It's nothing, I just ask if you have time tonight and have a meal together."

"Ah?" Zhang Kexin was stunned at the time, "Go to have dinner? Brother, are you in Kyoto?"

"Um."

"You really come to Kyoto. Why don't you tell me that I can arrange time to take you to play in advance. No, there is no holiday yet, why are you here in Kyoto? Skip the class?"

"That's right. Just tell me if you have time, I'll introduce someone to you at night."

"If you have time, you have to take time out even if you don't have time. I originally wanted to go to class in the evening, so I signed up for a financial class to learn about financial management and other content. Because only by enriching yourself can people go further

.Then I skip class tonight too. By the way, are you in Kyoto now? I may not have time to accompany you during the day."

"It's okay, I'll arrive in the evening." Zhang Yifeng said a lie.

"That happens to be right. When you arrive, tell me, why don't I treat you to dinner tonight."

"No, I have booked the location, Rainbow Hotel. Have dinner on time at 7 o'clock."

“Rainbow Hotel?”

Zhang Kexin was slightly surprised. She knew about Rainbow Hotel. The Wen family liked to live in such a distinctive and not exaggerated hotel. Even many of the calligraphy and paintings in the Rainbow Hotel were written by Mr. Wen.

Mr. Wen is still very famous in Kyoto. His most ordinary characters can be auctioned for 60,000 or 70,000 yuan. His paintings are even harder to find. A year ago, a pair of "eagle spreads its wings" was auctioned directly for 360 yuan.

A sky-high price of ten thousand.

If he was not an acquaintance, Mr. Wen would not be able to sell face to write inscriptions and paintings for others.

In addition, Mr. Wen is the vice president of the Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association. No more than four people can beat him in calligraphy and painting. The president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association is one, and there are two people from the Calligraphy and Painting Association, but Mr. Wen is the most popular.

I admire him, but I am a junior.

That junior was only thirty or forty years old, but he was very good at painting. Even Mr. Wen felt inferior to him. In this world, there are indeed people who have their own talent for painting. The spirit of landscape painting is in the other person's writing, and it is simply hand-held

Come on.

Mr. Wen met him once and wanted to invite him to join the calligraphy association, but he was rejected by him.

"Brother, are you sure it's the Rainbow Hotel, not the Rainbow Hotel or something?" Zhang Kexin shook her head and spoke again.

"It's definitely the Rainbow Hotel, the five-star one."

"Brother, have you won the lottery?" Zhang Kexin asked again, when did her brother be so rich? She didn't ask her for living expenses, but she even took the initiative to invite her to have a meal in a five-star hotel.

"Why are there so many questions? You can arrive on time tonight."

"Okay, then can I ask who you introduced me to?"

"You will know when you see it."

"Oh. I'll go and do it that night. Grandpa will teach me calligraphy later. Oh my God, just kill me."

Zhang Kexin hung up the phone with some grievance. As long as she stayed in Wen’s house, someone would teach her to write and draw every day. Unfortunately, she really had no talent because her mind was not about calligraphy and painting at all.
Chapter completed!