After checking out of the hotel, Wen Hao carried his suitcase and came to the courtyard.

He planned to stay in the courtyard tonight.

Feel the tranquility of the courtyard.

In the afternoon, he also bought some new bedding and daily necessities online.

Nowadays, the Siheyuan can be fully packed and moved in.

Wen Hao sat on a wicker chair in the courtyard, stretching comfortably.

In my heart, I am thinking about what to write in my next patriotic work.

He is now particularly looking forward to the rewards from the system.

It always gives people endless surprises.

He silently took inventory of his current works.

So far, he has written one short article "The Story of Young Dragon Kingdom", three poems "I Love This Land", "Nostalgia", "Some People" and one novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Currently, the only serialized work he has on hand is "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

As of last night, 23 chapters of "Shooting the Condor" have been updated on Tiantianwen.com, and there are only 17 chapters left before the end of 40 chapters.

There is only one week left and the serialization is almost finished!

Since he uploaded all the chapters of The Condor to the system background, what he does every day is to update them in the settings of his mobile phone.

However, the performance of the Condor has never been weak, and the reading data every day is so good that it explodes.

Up to now, the total number of reads of "The Condor" has reached more than 1 billion, and on average, each chapter has almost 50 million reads.

This data is simply terrifying.

According to Lin Dong, as long as "Shooting the Condor" is not unfinished, he will be able to fully establish himself as a patriotic martial arts master once it is completed.

Therefore, Wen Hao plans to write a full-length novel for his next work.

But what kind of work is good to write?

Wen Hao had no idea for a while.

At this moment, Wen Hao's phone rang. When he saw the caller ID was Liu Zhengtao, he quickly answered the call: "Hello, Chief Editor Liu!"

"Hahaha, Wenhao, have you left Kyoto?"

"Not yet, I have something to do at the moment, so I won't leave until tomorrow!"

"Do you have anything going on this afternoon? Why don't you come to my house for dinner?"

"OK!"

Wen Hao readily agreed.

Wen Hao had a very good impression of Liu Zhengtao, a teacher at Sichuan University.

"Hey, my home is in 501, Building xx, xx Community."

"OK."

...

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Hao walked out of the courtyard, hailed a car and drove to Liu Zhengtao's home.

When Wen Hao arrived at the gate of Liu Zhengtao's community, he thought he couldn't walk in empty-handed.

So he went to a nearby cigarette shop and bought a few bottles of good wine and some good cigarettes.

The community where Liu Zhengtao lives is relatively old.

However, because it is a degree room, the price is not cheap.

Knocking on the door of Room 501 in Building xx, Wen Hao heard Liu Zhengtao's voice coming from inside the room: "Here he comes!"

Liu Zhengtao opened the door and saw Wen Hao. His face was overjoyed. When he saw the cigarettes and wine in Wen Hao's hand, he quickly said, "It's fine if you come, why do you bring anything with you!"

"Hahaha, it's your first time visiting, so of course you have to bring something with you."

Wen Hao said with a smile.

"Come in and sit down."

Just as Wen Hao walked into the living room, a gentle and kind-looking woman in her 40s walked out of the kitchen.

"Wen Hao, this is my wife Zhao Min, you can just call me sister-in-law!"

"Hello, sister-in-law!"

"Haha, Wen Hao, welcome to our home."

Zhao Min showed a kind smile towards Wen Hao.

"My old Liu has always been full of praise for you."

"He talks about those poems you wrote every day!"

"It's like he wrote it!"

"Uh~" Liu Zhengtao stood aside a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Wen Hao quickly said: "Sister-in-law, why do I smell something burnt?"

“Ouch, my sweet and sour pork ribs!”

Zhao Min turned around and hurried back to the kitchen.

...

Wen Hao was sitting in the living room chatting with Liu Zhengtao.

Liu Zhengtao said: "Wen Hao, when you sent me "Young Dragon Kingdom", I really didn't expect it to be so popular!"

"But your article is really well written!"

"And I like your song "Some People" very much, it's very touching!"

"I really don't know how your kid got such a long head and such deep thoughts!"

"It all depends on my usual hard thinking!"

Wen Hao said with a slight smile.

"Hahahaha~"

"Wen Hao, I would like to ask if you can write scripts?"

Liu Zhengtao changed the topic and asked suddenly.

Seeing that Wen Hao was a little confused, Liu Zhengtao said quickly:

"Haha, I'm mainly asking this for a friend of mine at Kyoto TV Station."

"Recently, the superiors gave them a task to film a TV series with a patriotic theme on the Anti-Japanese War."

"They solicited many scripts from outside but were not satisfied with them."

"Now in the entire Dragon Kingdom, if you are said to be the person with the strongest ability to control patriotic themes, I guess no one will object."

"Because I was having dinner with my friend two days ago and I accidentally said that I knew you, so he wanted to ask me to ask you."

"But I'm just asking you. After all, there are specialties in the art industry."

Wen Hao touched his chin and said:

"Hey, Editor Liu, you've asked the right person. Writing scripts is also my strong point."

Liu Zhengtao looked at Wen Hao with wide eyes: "You really know how to write?"

"necessary!"

"incredible!"

Liu Zhengtao patted Wen Hao on the shoulder and said excitedly.

He has a very close relationship with his friend, so he takes the requests from his friends very seriously.

"Then do you and my friend want to meet?"

"sure."

"Okay, then I'll call him over now."

So, Liu Zhengtao took out his mobile phone: "Lao Zhang, come to my house quickly, Wen Hao said he can help you write a script."

I heard a mellow male voice coming from the other end of the phone: "Really? I'll be right over!"

...

In less than 10 minutes, a short, fat middle-aged man hurried in and sat down on the sofa.

Then he picked up a water glass, filled it with water, and poured it into his mouth.

"Wen Hao, this is my friend Zhang Dongliang, deputy director of Kyoto TV Station."
To be continued...