At eight o'clock in the evening, in the most mysterious residence in the capital, Mr. Wang was sitting in his private room, holding a dragon-headed crutch in both hands.

A few middle-aged men in military uniforms stood nearby and were talking. They talked about the current situation here and analyzed some things. Mr. Wang sat there without saying a word and listened, nodding or frowning from time to time.

Whenever they frown, the person who is speaking will feel nervous; but when Mr. Wang nods without any trace, they will feel relieved in their hearts.

These are all the confidants and subordinates that Mr. Wang has brought up in his life. Many of them have worked with the old man for many years, and they know his micro-expressions very well.

"That's all there is to it?"

After everyone had finished speaking, the old man looked at everyone, then closed his eyes slightly and rested his mind.

So they understood, respectfully withdrew, said goodbye and left.

The old man is already at this age. He usually spends his time in Gusu for retirement. Since he has a reason to come to the capital, he naturally has to deal with things when he comes. After a while, he will have to go to meetings twice in three days, so in the first few days

It's quite a busy day.

Rubbing the corners of his eyes, when he closed his eyes, he heard someone pushing the door open and entering the room.

Mr. Wang looked up and saw that it was the old housekeeper who had come with him.

Seven seconds ago, I called Qiu Binzheng back in embarrassment.

"Isn't there anything you can do to help?" Qiu Bin asked. I was sure that Qin Feng knew about my family background before speaking: "If it would make things difficult for you, you would be willing to help him.

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Aunt Liu said: "Besides, he is Wang Anruo. He must have taught you. There is someone else in this world who can teach you."

The old housekeeper has watched several brothers of the Wang family grow up. Others dare to call the brothers by their names in front of the old man. They all call them old, young, seventh or young master, which is enough to show that I am in the position of Mr. Wang.

status around me.

You should be behind the desk, put your phone under the desk, and then lean forward to pick up something, getting a little closer to the camera.

"Yes, sir."

The old housekeeper nodded and followed the old man but did not help me. The old man was very stubborn and arrogant. Is it the same as asking someone to help me?

Qin Feng nodded to express his understanding: "I haven't read enough books, so I thought about writing myself. According to statistics, 40% of people in the world have had the idea of ​​writing a novel, but not many people have taken action."

That is not the purest feeling of a "veteran".

"That's a big tone. I haven't thought about it yet. How can I get past your grandpa?"

"Tell me what's going on." The old man said: "I thought he would be able to settle down for a few days when he came to the capital, but now he started meeting people just after he arrived?"

"You couldn't hear what he said."

Qin Wuxiang squinted his eyes and looked at an honest person with disdain: "Where you go every day, the cameras are either 100 or 70, how could you make such high-level accuracy... But he, we were only a few years apart

God, just learn how to use it?!"

"Of course it's you, because you miss him."

The only precious grandson in the world, Qin Wuxiang, dared to go down and help me, and the old man looked very happy.

Aunt Liu respectfully served Qin Feng tea and called her sir.

Mr. Wang frowned slightly at first, and then shook his head: "Television station? They always go to those places where it is difficult to become a small tool... It's just a life, but there is also hope that I can become a small tool and pay less attention to my private life."

I looked at Qin Feng with a little less hope in his eyes. He was handsome in life, but there was no heroic spirit between his eyebrows. I guess he had a bad tutor, but it takes time to build up such a temperament.

"You try your best."

Outside a very remote elegant room in Xishan Winery, Qin Feng walked around the outside of the house without interest.

If his plan goes well, Qin Feng still doesn't know what to do with the remaining points.

"A very bad name."

It's so important that it's not life-threatening. Qin Feng can definitely live up to Qin Wuxiang's feelings, but he still has to consider points.

"This is just the first step." Qin Feng asked with a smile: "How does he know that you have opened an account on these platforms? It should only take half a day... Yes, he will be on the Internet every day when he has something to do.

Let’s search for you at a low level, right?”

"You have been interested in literature since you were a child, and reading has quickly become a trivial matter in your life, just like eating and sleeping." Aunt Liu explained: "From the age of ten, you have been satisfied with just reading."

Qin Wuxiang's cheeks turned red when he heard this, and he nodded seriously.

"Shut up!"

After all, the old housekeeper is getting older. To describe a young person, especially a young man, like that, Mr. Wang needs to understand the specific situation.

"You refused?" Aunt Liu was very happy.

Qin Wuxiang warned me sternly that I must stop talking, and looked at the door guiltily, fearing that Li Ming would hear me.

Qin Feng will do the right thing for An Ruo, but a temporary mission will be triggered in a different place. It seems that the situation has reached a deadlock.

Qin Feng did not see Qin Wuxiang crying out shyly and covering his chest as he imagined. Instead, you looked up very calmly and straightened your collar.

"How come he is such a narcissist that no man will look at him in the future?" Qin Wuxiang frowned and quickly retorted: "Li Ming told you."

"He went to meet the head of the variety show department of the TV station, named Guo Bo, who is an old classmate of Rengui."

"But your writing is bad." Aunt Liu sighed heavily: "You have a low eye and a high hand, and the words you write are completely different from what is written in the book, and they taste the same... So you want to find someone to ask for advice."

Mr. Wang pays attention to Qin Feng entirely out of consideration for the stinky man's character, to see if you are worthy of his grandson.

"Thank you." Qin Feng took the tea cup and took a sip: "It can be seen that he really hates purity. You can even hear the sounds of people walking in his room."

"Good night." Qin Feng was reluctant to give up. That time it was my turn to hang up the phone.

"If you are serious, you can hang up the video if you do that again."

Aunt Liu looked at Qin Feng very seriously, "You want to ask him about writing a book."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! With his hair hanging down, Qin Feng can still vaguely see his snow-white collarbone.

It's another small matter that requires a favor, but if Wang Anruo wants to see the curator, even if he is helping, he has to spend time to tip Zhou Zhang to contact him.

It is a small large room with seven rows of bookshelves outside, filled with all kinds of ancient and modern Chinese and Chinese classics.

"Your name is Aunt Liu."

Until Qiu Bin arranged for someone to drive the Bentley back to the hotel, and lay down on the bed before washing up, Qin Feng was still thinking about it.

Qin Feng thought that feeling was very strange. When he went to these low-end places, a waiter would call him "Sir, you are bad" when he saw him, but when he read it out of Aunt Liu's mouth, it would be the same.

"Yes, it's not that expression." Qin Feng smiled even more, "How come the clothes he wears outside home..."

"Is it convenient to read the articles he writes in the future?" Qin Feng said with a smile: "You are a big talk writer, but in terms of literary quality, you are far behind these small writers in the modern literary world."

Qin Feng sighed, thinking that by the time he finished filming, there would be only one month left to settle points.

"After dinner, Qiu Binzheng and the others are leaving. Qiu Binzheng is still at the winery."

That one thing alone is enough to keep me busy recently.

They will be depressed because the cultural relics are preserved in a foreign country and used until they are eaten or slept, they will be depressed because evidence proving the long history of Chinese civilization has been unearthed, and they will be sincerely proud because of the decline of their motherland.

"Um."

"If you think about it too late, the worst will be tomorrow." Qin Feng said sincerely.

"The museum has no support recently and has allocated very little money for tourism promotion. The people in charge are looking for platforms to cooperate with."

The evaluation is very low. The least discussed thing about Wang Anruo on the Internet is that except for my private life of being a philanderer, he is not an unknown science fiction writer. Is he actually literary? Compared with this old traditional writer, or even

Comparing the writers who have won international minor awards, who is the weaker one?

"Master, it's not late autumn yet. It's cold even in Quancheng. My eldest sister also packed all her sweaters and autumn clothes when she left... My seventh daughter-in-law helped pack them away."

"It turns out it was Qiu Bin who was searching for you at a low level."

Qin Feng nodded: "There is definitely no detailed information, and it is even worse when it comes to the specific supporting departments and their contact information."

No matter how famous he is for writing a book, in the eyes of the old man, he is just a big talker, but he can definitely make a fuss in the traditional culture. At least the old man will feel that he does not have a sincere heart.

Qin Feng looked at Aunt Liu and asked, "He waited for you to finish eating and took you to visit his study. Is there nothing wrong?"

"When I was satisfied, I tore them all off, leaving nothing behind." Aunt Liu shook her head.

As for Wang Laoxiao and Wang Laoqi, they completely regard Qin Feng as a tool of interest. One is worried about affecting his career, and the other is optimistic about Qin Feng's value. They are very small-minded.

"When you go to school, teachers outside the school will teach you all kinds of knowledge. When you see them, you should respect them as teachers. You are willing to teach you what you need. You want to distinguish yourself from us."

When he turned around again, he saw Qin Feng's funny look and blushed.

"That eldest sister has to pay attention to her image, and she's completely gone." Qin Feng coughed heavily.

"Who sleeps bad?"

Mr. Wang snorted: "Forgive me for daring to flirt with you right after I arrived in the capital. What do I think of you?!"

Aunt Liu pursed her lips and said, "There cannot be too many teachers, but you have never called me sir. The book teaches you to respect teachers."

The economy was very bad in those years, and it was difficult for Xiaojia to survive. Qin Feng knew that Xiaoli now supports tourism.

Aunt Liu behind her eyes can't be said to be the fan who has the least confidence in herself that Qin Feng has ever met in real life.

Qin Feng has a way of claiming that he is a promiscuous person, but that impression has been carried over. If he keeps to himself, it will at least be worse than staying in the capital for the next month with nothing to do.
To be continued...