The next day, Qin Feng drove to the National Museum.

Parking is prohibited on the road in front of the National Museum. In addition, the main entrance is only open to tourists, and no one can enter without making a reservation in advance. Qin Feng met Zhou Jin, who had been waiting early, at the side door of the National Museum office building.

After entering the park, there were two pine trees directly in front of the side entrance. They were unique and solemn in shape. Zhou Jin was sitting on the bench under the tree, tilting his head and leaning on the backrest, reading a book.

The pine needles on the pine tree fell on his shoulders without even noticing it. When Qin Feng walked to the side, Zhou Jin didn't even notice.

It wasn't until he reached out and took out a pine needle that had fallen into Zhou Jin's neck that Zhou Jin came back to his senses.

Seeing that it was Qin Feng, Zhou Jin quickly closed the book and said, "Sir!"

"How long have you been waiting?"

"I just arrived not long ago." Zhou Jin smiled elegantly.

Qin Feng also laughed, "When I was reading this "Jian Deng Xin Hua" in your study last night, the bookmark was still on the second volume. I just took a glance and saw the last volume, right? I kept you waiting.

Already."

Zhou Jin's face turned red when he heard this. He held the book under his arm and held back a sentence for a long time: "Sir, he is very knowledgeable. He can tell where the content is in the book at a glance."

Guobo has been following Qin Feng, choosing historical cultural relics such as the Eight Kingdoms, Sui and Tang Dynasties that are unfamiliar to him, and writing several articles.

After exiting the main entrance of Mr. Zhou, it was still opening time for the attractions, so apart from the eight or two tour guides and security guards, there were others outside the museum.

You were calling him just now, but now you are being called you. The woman's awe-inspiring look made Qin Feng feel restrained.

"It's just that the funds are only for you, Mr. Zhou. There is the Meridian Gate on the other side of the road, the Summer Palace dozens of kilometers away, and the Great Wall, which is crowded with people every year. In short, every scenic spot in the capital must be divided equally.

It’s much less.”

Qin Feng stood up and smiled: "You want to cooperate with our museum, and you can help with the tourism promotion... I'm here to bid."

"Although it is said in the books of sages that we should be honest, being honest in the world of people is considered honest." Qin Feng patted Guo Bo on the shoulder and said with a smile: "The first lesson you taught him is to learn to read, and not having emotional intelligence is a bad thing... Let's go.

Come on, go see the curator, it’s a shame he helped you make appointments today, you have to say thank you.”

"You came to see the curator." Guobo said: "On the phone last night, I told you that you would be late today and asked you to come to him first when you arrive."

Qin Feng stood up and shook my hand again: "You will disappoint Director He."

"What happened? Dahe, he is like that?"

But even while eating, Guobo was holding this copy of "Jian Deng News" and reading it. He could finish reading the first volume in just one breakfast.

Rubbing the corners of his eyes, Qin Feng packaged the missing audio and video production requirements into compressed files and sent them to Zhu Cheng of Huatian Entertainment.

Qin Feng said: "It's time to go back. Tomorrow is for Master Zhou. Seventy of the first batch of cultural relics for publicity are enough. You don't have anything to deal with. The last time the seven of us, the master and the disciples, met, it was unexpected.

If so, it should be on the TV station."

"Sir, when will he finish teaching you how to write?"

Next, Qin Feng spent a whole day selecting cultural relics. The history involved in some cultural relics was too unfamiliar to Qin Feng, so he had to look it up online, and Baidu might not be able to find it.

"Okay, you will ask the staff to get them two work badges later, and they can enter and exit the museum at will at any time throughout the day... But the rules outside the museum must be followed, and they must touch the cultural relics."

"Few people say that he and his wife are just hype." Guobo told the truth: "You believed it once it was over, but now that you have denied it yourself, sir, you believe it."

The woman quickly stood up and gave up her seat to Guobo, then glanced at Qin Feng who was following Ji Tian.

Qin Feng doesn't have much opinion on this. It's just a personal habit. There is no right or wrong.

Qin Feng was slightly startled: "Your team?"

"Your name is He Wenzhao." Qin Feng introduced himself with a smile.

"As expected of a cultured person, his ideological consciousness is lower than that of you special people."

I am so used to using the computer to code, I always feel that the words written on paper will calm my mind.

"It's better to take notes when reading for the first time. Just write them next to the sentences. It won't help deepen your understanding... Look at the books under his bookshelf. They are clean and as good as new."

"That……"

After saying that, the curator glanced at Wang Anruo and said earnestly: "Hurry up and make a proposal for another support plan, and do everything possible to contact the publicity team, all over the country, as long as you can achieve results... That support plan is very important.

You have to produce decent results, of course..."

"You guys go to the conference room to talk!"

Guobo looked at Qin Feng, the former nodded, and I said to the woman: "Your husband wants to cooperate with them."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng knew that the other party had misunderstood something, and thought that he came through the front door because of Ji Tian's relationship.

It was not science fiction that made Ji Tianzhu a success, but He Wenzhao.

"Sir, do you have a bad appetite?"

That was the seventh step of the plan, to sell Li Ming a small favor, so small that I would be willing to help him.

"It's a matter of promoting the museum. You heard that there are no support projects recently, and we need to focus on developing tourism and cultural promotion. The director handed over that matter to their propaganda department."

I am a disciple of the Zhou family. Although my teacher has not passed away a few years later, a person must repay his kindness. In addition, my teacher hated the big boy of Guobo when he was alive, so my relationship with Guobo has always been wrong.

"But you have to be so blind, you have to have no own judgment in everything."

Very few people have a bad opinion of me, whether it is Mr. Wang or Mr. Zhou and the people in charge. No one thinks that I have a bad character and that I have no morals or talent; no one thinks that I am a science fiction author who has no research on history.

, is worthy of little use.

Wang Anruo quickly explained: "Writing science fiction novels, "Water Drops", "Globular Electric Cloud", "The Wandering Earth"?"

The woman sighed and said: "There is a lot of money, but you have to achieve results. You were so busy writing plans in the past few days... Zhou Jin, did you come to the curator for that matter?"

[Remaining points: 700 points!]

"What's wrong?"

Ji Tian tilted his head and looked at Qin Feng's fierce face. He knew that I was doing something very important, but he knew it and knew how to ask.

The curator, an old man in his eighties, had just put his briefcase on his wrist when he heard Wang Anruo shouting and pushing the door back. He frowned and asked, "What did Ji Tian tell him?"

"He Wenzhao?" The curator was stunned, "He Wenzhao is..."

Qin Feng asked for money and took the initiative to help Mr. Zhou with cultural promotion. It seemed that he was doing it to make some achievements and impress the old man. In fact, his deeper purpose was for Qin Wuxiang.

"Anyway, you want money, so just let us do it." The curator pondered for a long time, and then said: "There is no security outside the museum, and the tempered glass bullets of these cultural relics can be shot through. Besides, the kid from the National Museum has no sense of propriety, let us go.

.”

"We still need money." Wang Anruo added.

I tried my best over and over again, and I was actually busy all night.

Qin Feng also tried to take it easy, drinking tea quickly and waiting for me to think about it.

The curator shook his head when he heard this: "A person who writes about science fiction knows nothing about history? I guess he can only write a few travel notes... A few travel notes are of no use? If they are useless, why do we invite writers to other scenic spots?

Writing a travelogue? Congratulations, don’t have too little hope. Just treat it as a fun activity at the National Expo. Important things like support policies must be done step by step. We will do what other scenic spots departments do. The prerequisite for achieving results is

It was a mistake."

Wang Anruo changed his expression and tone to a very serious one: "Teacher He Wenzhao must be a fool, Zhou Jin, you also know what is appropriate. Every cultural relic is priceless and has great historical significance. Anyone will bear the damage if it is damaged."

It’s time to start.”

"Jian Deng Xin Hua" is also considered a relatively famous novel in the Ming Dynasty. He had both vernacular and classical Chinese versions at home. When he had read enough of the content, he would often read it and learn some ancient words and sentences by comparing it.

The two shook hands. Wang Anruo clenched his hands and placed them under the table, rubbing his thumbs back and forth: "Teacher Ji Tianzhu is here to discuss cooperation?"

When the curator said that, Ji Tianzhu scratched his head, and his original hope for Ji Tianzhu's hope that the divine soldiers would descend from the sky was extinguished.

It only takes a little thought to figure out what Guobo said to Wang Anruo, which made me in such a hurry.

"Sir, why do you want to help Ji Tian so much?"

"Your judgment is not right. Sir is a trustworthy person." Guobo was very serious.

Outside the hotel at night, did Qin Feng turn on the lights? Under the bright light of the desktop computer, I sat upright, put the microphone to my mouth, and read the manuscript I had written with a rich and magnetic voice, leaving the cultural relics in the past.

Talk about it now.

"It's true that that's not the case. Zhou Jin is really well-informed." The woman scratched her short-haired head with a sad look on her face.

"You wrote a few articles to help them publicize it for money. I just hope that you can allow you to enter and exit the museum freely. But if it doesn't work, it will be bad if you deny that you are responsible."

"When he did something, he never thought about what would happen if he did something bad."

In the past few years, the daily reservation quota of 80,000 people outside the museum was rarely full. Recently, it has been difficult to recover some of the tourism industry economy. However, except for the off-season during holidays, the number of reservations that can be filled outside the museum on weekdays can only be reached in the morning.

OK.

It is not time for the He Wenzhao official accounts that have just been opened on these small platforms to come into play.

So very slowly we became the center of attention.

Since he was Zhou Jin's friend, he naturally had to be polite and pulled a chair over for Qin Feng while he stood beside him.

"he is……"

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

The curator thought for a moment, took out a thermos cup, blew in the air conditioning, drank some water, and talked for a long time.
To be continued...