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 their current situation 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 out 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.
"Is it about Qin Wuxiang?"
"Yes sir."
"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?"
"He went to meet the head of the variety show department of the TV station. His name is Li Ming. He is an old classmate of Rengui."
This old butler can be regarded as having watched several brothers of the Wang family grow up. Others dare not call the brothers by their names in front of the old man. They all call them boss, second, or eldest son, which is enough to show his status around Mr. Wang. .
Mr. Wang frowned slightly at first, and then shook his head: "Television station? It's hard to be successful in places like this... But whatever, I don't expect him to be successful. Pay more attention to his private life."
"Tonight they had dinner at Xishan Winery. Li Ming brought his niece, who is more... open."
After all, the old housekeeper is old, so to describe a young person, especially a young woman, in this way, Mr. Wang already understands the specific situation.
"Then what?"
"After dinner, Li Ming and Li Ming have left, but Qin Wuxiang is still at the winery."
Mr. Wang snorted: "I'm sorry he didn't dare to flirt with women under my nose just after arriving in the capital, otherwise what would he think of me?!"
The old housekeeper cupped his hands and said, "I think Qin Wuxiang is also a smart man."
"He is a smart man, but as the old saying goes, nature is easy to change but hard to change." Mr. Wang got up to get ready to rest. He was too old to stay up late: "Observe more, if you are really a hypocrite, sooner or later his flaws will be revealed. "
The old housekeeper nodded and followed the old man but did not help him. The old man was very stubborn and arrogant. Isn't it the same as being supportive?
Only his precious granddaughter Wang Anruo in the world dared to go up and help him, and the old man looked happy.
"By the way, sir, Renwei and the others are also asking about Qin Wuxiang, what should we do?"
Mr. Wang paid attention to Qin Feng entirely out of consideration for the brat's character and to see if she was worthy of his granddaughter.
As for Wang Lao and Wang Lao Er, 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 thoughtful.
Mr. Wang glanced back at him and sneered: "Just ask around, what do you care about them? They have their mouths, and I, as a father, can't care about them... I don't want to care about it anymore when I'm old, so care about me." Just my precious granddaughter."
Upon hearing Wang Anruo, Mr. Wang's expression softened instantly: "Is Anruo still used to living in Quancheng? I heard it's very hot there."
"Sir, it's already late autumn now. It's not too hot even in Quancheng. The young lady also put on all her sweaters and autumn clothes when she left... My second daughter-in-law helped pack them away."
Mr. Wang nodded with satisfaction, and then sighed softly. He didn't know when he would be able to see his precious granddaughter again after filming.
"Go and keep an eye on the man named Qin. Don't interfere in any of his affairs. Just let nature take its course and let him reveal his true nature." Mr. Wang ordered: "In addition, if he dares to sneak out of the capital to see An Ruo, you can directly Tell him that he doesn’t have to come back, go back to Guanhai, and don’t come into our house again!”
"I understand, sir."
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In a very remote elegant room in Xishan Winery, Qin Feng walked around the room with great interest.
There are four rows of bookshelves in the small small room, which are filled with various classics from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad.
Unlike Qin Feng's bookshelf, Mr. Zhou's bookshelf contains not only books, essays, autobiographies of literati, etc., but also some technical books, such as programming, financial management, etc.
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a library organized into categories.
Qin Feng sat back at the table. The young man made tea for him and handed it to his hand politely.
"Thank you." Qin Feng took the tea cup and took a sip: "I can see that you really like to be clean. You can't even hear the sound of people walking outside in your room."
Entering the house felt like a different world. As soon as the door was closed, the noise outside suddenly decreased by half.
"I don't know what your name is yet."
"My name is Zhou Jin."
"A very nice name."
Qin Feng looked at Zhou Jin and asked, "You waited for me to finish eating and took me to visit your study. What's the matter?"
Zhou Jin looked at Qin Feng very seriously, "I want to ask you about writing a book."
"You want me to teach you writing?" Qin Feng was stunned.
"I have loved literature since I was a child, and reading has gradually become an essential event in my life, just like eating and sleeping." Zhou Jin explained: "I have been dissatisfied with just reading since I was ten years old."
Qin Feng nodded to express his understanding: "After reading too much, I thought about writing. According to statistics, 80% of people in the world have had the idea of writing, and some people have put it into action."
"But I can't write well." Zhou Jin sighed softly: "The words written are very different from those in the book, and they taste like wax... So I wanted to find someone to ask for advice."
There was more hope in his eyes when he looked at Qin Feng. He was handsome in life, but also had a heroic spirit between his eyebrows. He thought he would have a good tutor, otherwise such a temperament would take time to build up.
"Can I take a look at the articles you wrote before?" Qin Feng said with a smile: "I am a writer, and I am not literary at all. Compared with those in the modern literary world, I am far behind."
"I tore them all apart if I wasn't satisfied, leaving nothing behind." Zhou Jin shook his head.
"That's it..." Qin Feng thought for a moment and said, "Why do you think I can teach you?"
"When I was in Suzhou, you made me understand with just one sentence that the more gorgeous the words, the better the writing style. The most important thing is that the words make people feel involved and stimulate imagination."
Zhou Jin said: "And you are still Qin Wuxiang. If you can't teach me, no one else in the world can teach me."
This is a very high rating. The most discussed topic about Qin Wuxiang on the Internet, apart from his philandering private life, is that he is a well-known science fiction writer. Whether he is literary or not is different from the old traditional writers, or even Comparing writers who have won international awards, who is stronger or weaker?
Qin Feng has never paid much attention to these things. Although compared to making money and international fame, he is definitely number one in the country, and his influence on the entertainment industry is greater than those of veteran writers. But if there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, there is nothing anyone can do about it. The coffin is sealed.
The Zhou Jin in front of him can be said to be the most confident fan Qin Feng has ever met in real life.
So after thinking for a while, Qin Feng looked at him and said with a smile: "Let me tell you first, I have never taught students, and what I write is not traditional literature. I can't guarantee whether I can learn anything."
"You agree?" Zhou Jin was very happy.
Qin Feng shook his head: "I can teach you, but it will take some time. I have been busy with very important things recently, and I have to finish this time."
It was so important that his life was in danger. Qin Feng must not let down Wang Anruo's feelings, but he also had to consider points.
This incident alone is enough to keep him busy recently.
Zhou Jin was very sensible and nodded: "That's right. Since I'm asking you for advice, of course it's up to you."
Qin Feng looked at the trace of disappointment flashing across his face and asked with a slight smile: "Don't be too upset now. If you can help me, maybe we can start tomorrow."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Zhou Jin asked. He was not sure if Qin Feng understood his family background before speaking: "If it won't embarrass me, I am willing to help you."
"I want you to inquire about something." Qin Feng said seriously: "It is very important to me. Has the capital recently adopted any policies to support traditional culture? For example, it plans to focus on promoting a certain scenic spot, and the Cultural Tourism Bureau plans to restore tourism."
The economy has not been very good in the past few years, but everyone has managed to survive. Qin Feng knows that tourism is now strongly supported.
But he has no reputation and no connections in the capital. If he wants to get this kind of information, he can only rely on social networking.
"Are you just asking this?" Zhou Jin was stunned and didn't understand why Qin Wuxiang wanted to know such things.
Qin Feng nodded: "It would be better if there is detailed information, including the supporting departments and their contact information."
This was the best way he came up with after thinking about it all afternoon.
Wang Anruo told him that his grandfather is old, and old people like traditional culture and have patriotic feelings and a sense of cultural identity.
They will be so angry that they cannot eat or sleep well because the cultural relics are preserved in a foreign country. They will be happy because evidence that proves the long history of Chinese civilization has been unearthed. They will be sincerely proud because the motherland is strong.
This is the purest feeling of a "veteran".
No matter how famous he is for writing a book, in the eyes of the old man, it is just a family, but if he can make a fuss about traditional culture, at least the old man will feel that he has a sincere heart.
Qin Feng couldn't claim that he was not a promiscuous person, but this impression made him better. If he stayed on his own terms, it would at least be better than sitting idle in the capital for a month or so.
Zhou Jin thought for a while, went out and made a phone call. When he came back, he told Qin Feng everything he had learned.
"The museum recently received support and allocated a lot of money for tourism promotion. The people in charge are looking for platforms to cooperate with."
When Qin Feng heard that there was such support, he suddenly let out a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, if you are unfamiliar with the place, it will be easier to make more friends.
"The museum, is it the National Museum?"
"Yes, the National Museum. If you want to chat, I can help you make an appointment." Zhou Jin smiled and said: "The curator is my relative's disciple. It's not troublesome just to meet someone."
It's not a major matter that requires spending favors. It's just that if Qin Wuxiang wants to see the curator, even if he doesn't help, it's just a matter of spending time and trouble to contact him.
This sentence made Qin Feng have more and more speculations about the background of the young man in front of him. Not to mention that he has his own winery in Xishan, and the directors of the National Museum are all disciples of relatives. As expected, the capital is a place where dragons and tigers are hidden. .
"I want it as soon as possible, preferably tomorrow." Qin Feng said sincerely.
"I try my best."
Zhou Jin nodded, and then looked at Qin Feng with a bit more hope in his eyes: "Can I call you sir?"
"gentlemen?"
"When I was in school, the teachers in the school taught me all kinds of knowledge. When I saw them, I had to respect them as teachers. If you are willing to teach me what I like, I want to distinguish you from them."
Zhou Jin pursed her lips and said, "There can be many teachers, but I have never called you sir. The book taught me to respect teachers."
Qin Feng smiled and found this child more and more interesting.
I am only seven or eight years older than him, but he is already a gentleman.
"It's up to you. Not long ago, you said you wanted to call me Qin Wuxiang."
Zhou Jin respectfully served Qin Feng tea and called him sir.
Qin Feng found this feeling very strange. When he went to those high-end places, the waiters would greet him as "Hello, Sir", but when he heard it from Zhou Jin's mouth, it was different.
Until Zhou Jin arranged for someone to drive the Bentley back to the hotel, and after washing and lying on the bed, Qin Feng was still thinking about it.
Thinking of the voice on the WeChat video call, Qin Feng knew who it was without even looking.
When she picked up her cell phone and connected it, what caught her eye was Wang Anruo's beautiful hair.
She was probably at the desk. She put her phone on the table, then leaned forward to pick up something, which brought her much closer to the camera.
With his hair hanging down, Qin Feng could still vaguely see his snow-white collarbone.
"This lady should pay attention to her image, she's all gone." Qin Feng coughed lightly.
The camera shook for a while, and Wang Anruo fixed the phone and sat at the table.
Qin Feng did not see Wang Anruo crying out shyly and covering her chest as she imagined. Instead, she looked down very calmly and straightened her collar.
"How is it possible? Aunt Liu has carefully selected the clothes for me. Even if I lean down and look at them from the front, they won't be exposed."
Wang Anruo squinted his eyes and looked at someone who was lying with disdain: "Wherever I go every day, the cameras are either 100 or 50. How could I make such a low-level mistake... But you, after only a few days apart, learned Did you lie?!"
"I have reason to suspect that you are lying to me." Qin Feng asked pretending not to understand: "Then why are all the clothes in your home loose? The skirts I see you wearing on weekdays have such big cuffs..."
"Shut up!"
Wang Anruo warned him fiercely not to say anything more, and looked at the door guiltily, fearing that Aunt Liu would hear him.
When he turned around again, he saw Qin Feng's evil smile and blushed.
"Yes, that's the expression." Qin Feng smiled even worse, "Then why are the clothes you wear at home..."
Wang Anruo gritted his teeth and spat at him: "You ask even though you know clearly."
"I didn't hear what you said clearly."
"nothing!"
"Did the filming go well today?" Qin Feng shared the day's experiences with her: "I went to meet the person introduced by Uncle Wang today, and I have a connection in the capital... In addition, I also accepted a disciple."
"Accepting a disciple?"
"Well, I have to call you Master Wife."
"You sound pretty good. You've already figured out how to get past my grandpa."
Wang Anruo originally planned to give Qin Feng a little beating to make him understand that the relationship between them was not a done deal yet, and there was still another biggest obstacle, don't be too idle.
As a result, Qin Feng nodded seriously: "There is already a way."
Wang Anruo was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, then thought about it and asked, "Is it related to the personal accounts you opened on various platforms?"
"That's just the first step." Qin Feng asked with a smile: "How do you know that I opened an account on those platforms? It should only take less than half a day... No, you don't just go online every day when you have nothing to do. Search me intensively?"
"How did a woman like you, a narcissist like you, fall in love with you before?" Wang Anruo was a little delicate, frowning and quickly retorted: "Aunt Liu told me."
"It turns out that Aunt Liu was searching for me intensively."
"You are not serious. If you keep doing this, I will hang up the video."
"You don't want to hang up." Qin Feng looked confident and proud.
Five seconds later, he called Wang Anruo back in embarrassment.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Wang Anruo asked aggressively, "Wasn't it quite arrogant just now?"
Qin Feng smiled and said: "I miss you. I've been thinking about it for a while and let you know about it, otherwise I won't sleep well tonight."
"Who can't sleep well?"
"Of course it's me, because I miss you."
Wang Anruo's cheeks turned red when he heard this, and he nodded softly.
"Um."
"Only one?" Qin Feng was looking forward to something.
"I won't say it every day if I miss you." Wang Anruo looked at Qin Feng and said softly: "Anyway, you know it in your heart...I know it in my heart too."
"Then...good night." Qin Feng was a little reluctant. This time it was his turn and he didn't want to hang up the phone.
Wang Anruo felt a little distressed when she saw the look on his brows. She was alone in the capital and suffered from the pain of long-distance love. At least she had Aunt Liu by her side, and she forgot about other things when she was busy with her career.
"I'll go find you after I finish filming. During this period of time before, you first visited interesting places in the capital and looked for delicious restaurants. When I go there, if you dare to lead me to step on the thunder, you will Wait to die!"
Narrowing his eyes and making a sweet threat, Wang Anruo suddenly approached the screen and let out a soft pop.
Probably because she was too shy, such a bold move was inconsistent with her dignified and steady persona. After the kiss, she quickly said good night and hung up the video.
Qin Feng sighed, thinking that he can't wait until you finish filming, and there is less than a month left for the points settlement.
Based on his understanding of the system, if you are in a long-distance relationship, temporary tasks will not appear in the air, and he cannot leave the capital. Wang Anruo still has scenes to film and cannot leave Quancheng...
Qin Feng would not do anything to regret An Ruo, but the temporary mission would not be triggered in a different place. It seemed that the situation was at a deadlock.
But if his plan goes well, Qin Feng already knows how to get the remaining points.
(End of chapter)
