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 strange 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. ”
Zhou Jin's face turned red when he heard this. He held the book between his arms 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."
Qin Feng shook his head, thinking that his level 10 thinking ability should not be forgotten. At least he could clearly understand what parts of the books he had read.
This "Jian Deng Xin Hua" was also relatively famous in the Ming Dynasty. He had two editions in vernacular and classical Chinese at home. When he had read enough of the content, he would read it often and learn some ancient words and sentences by comparing it.
"Although it is said in the books of sages to be honest, being worldly is not lying." Qin Feng patted Zhou Jin on the shoulder and said with a smile: "The first lesson I will teach you is, don't read to death, having emotional intelligence is a good thing... Let's go Come on, go see the curator. Thanks to you for helping me make an appointment today, I have to say thank you."
"Sir, there is no need to be polite to me. It is only natural for students to help teachers."
Zhou Jin stuffed the book into the bag he was carrying and entered the side door with ease.
It seemed like this wasn't his first time here.
Now is the time to go to work. Many employees in the office building are arriving one after another. It can be seen that this top tourism department has very strict dress requirements. Qin Feng walked around a lot. The men were all wearing leather shoes and collared shirts, and the women were wearing leather shoes and collared shirts. They were all dressed in business attire, and it was rare to find people like him and Zhou Jin in casual clothes.
So they soon became the center of attention.
But Qin Feng soon discovered that they were very respectful after meeting Zhou Jin. When an outsider like him entered the office building of the National Expo, no one came to ask questions along the way. It was smoother than his stroll at Guanhai TV Station.
Zhou Jin led Qin Feng to turn left and right, and arrived at an office with the nameplate on the door saying "Propaganda Department".
After knocking on the door, Zhou Jin pushed the door open. A short-built, capable-looking middle-aged man was typing on the keyboard with a frown. He was obviously taken aback when he saw Zhou Jin come in.
"Master Zhou?"
"I came to see the curator." Zhou Jin said: "On the phone last night, he said that he would be late today and asked me to come to you first when I arrive."
"What's wrong, Mr. Zhou?"
The man quickly stood up and gave up his seat to Zhou Jin, then glanced at Qin Feng who was following Zhou Jin.
Qin Fengsheng was handsome and unrestrained, and it was not obvious from his appearance that he was already a third-year student. He looked like a sunny and handsome college student. This man regarded him as Zhou Jin's friend.
Since it was Young Master Zhou, he naturally had to be polite and pulled a chair over for Qin Feng while he stood beside him.
"It's a matter of promoting the museum. I heard that there are support projects recently to vigorously develop tourism and cultural promotion. The director has handed over this matter to your propaganda department."
"It does happen. Mr. Zhou is really well-informed." The man scratched his hairless head with a sad look on his face.
"It's just that the funding is not just for our National Museum. It's across the road from the Meridian Gate, the Summer Palace dozens of kilometers away, and the Great Wall that's crowded every year. In short, every scenic spot in the capital needs to be divided, and it won't be much if we divide it evenly. ”
The man sighed and said: "The funds are small but we have to achieve results. I have been busy writing projects these days... Mr. Zhou, did you come to the curator for this matter?"
Zhou Jin looked at Qin Feng, who nodded, and then said to the man: "My husband wants to cooperate with you."
"Cooperation?" The man's ears twitched. He first listened to what he was interested in, and then wondered: "Your husband?"
Qin Feng stood up and smiled: "I want to cooperate with your museum. I'm here to help with tourism promotion... I'm here to bid."
"Who are you……"
"My name is Qin Wuxiang." Qin Feng introduced himself with a smile.
In his eyes, the process of the man's expression changing from puzzlement to shock was almost in slow motion, as the muscles affected by the change in expression were so distinct.
So Qin Feng not only sighed in his heart, but out of Guanhai's one-third-acre land, the name Qin Wuxiang was much easier to use than Qin Feng.
"Are you Qin Wuxiang?!"
I was calling you just now, but now I am calling you you. The man's awe-inspiring look made Qin Feng feel uncomfortable.
"Let's go to the conference room to talk!"
The man went out first and shouted at the door to the empty corridor: "Who is that? Make three cups of tea and send them to the conference room. Pick up a few more souvenirs for the Double Ninth Festival and send them there too!"
After that, he politely led Qin Feng to the conference room, and soon tea and gifts were prepared.
He had no doubt whether Qin Feng was really Qin Wuxiang, and the person Zhou Jin brought over could never be fake.
"Hello, Teacher Qin Wuxiang, my name is He Wenzhao, you can just call me Xiao He."
"Hello, Director He."
The two shook hands. He Wenzhao put his fists on the table and rubbed his thumbs back and forth: "Teacher Qin Wuxiang is here to discuss cooperation?"
"Yes, as a literati, of course I have to contribute to promoting traditional culture."
"As expected of a cultural man, his ideological consciousness is higher than that of ordinary people like us."
He Wenzhao chatted with Qin Feng for a moment and asked tentatively: "I personally agree with the cooperation. Teacher Qin Wuxiang will go back and ask your team to contact us and send the plan and quotation. If there is no problem, I Go report it to the curator and the matter will be settled."
Qin Feng was slightly startled: "My team?"
"Yes," He Wenzhao nodded: "The publicity team, whether it is under your name or otherwise, as long as it is introduced by you, I will give priority to the project."
When Qin Feng heard this, he knew that the other party had misunderstood something, and thought that he had relied on Zhou Jin's relationship to come through the back door.
"I don't have a team." Qin Feng said with a smile: "I really just want to help promote it. I'm not familiar with quotations and so on. I'm not short of money, so I just treat it as a friend."
This time it was He Wenzhao who was stunned, "What on earth do you mean?"
"I will write a few articles to help you promote it. I don't charge any money. I just hope that you can allow me to enter and exit the museum freely. If it is effective, then just admit it is my credit."
"this……"
Qin Feng told He Wenzhao that he was confused. He looked at Zhou Jin without knowing why, but the latter was very calm.
"Sir, what you said is very clear. Visit the museum and write a few articles to help promote it. No money is required, just reputation."
He Wenzhao scratched his head again and thought for a long time.
Qin Feng was not in a hurry and drank tea slowly while he waited for him to think about it.
"Okay, I will ask the staff to get you two work badges later. You can enter and leave the museum at any time throughout the day...but you must abide by the rules in the museum and you are not allowed to touch the cultural relics."
He Wenzhao put on a very serious expression and tone: "Teacher Qin Wuxiang should be a smart person, and Mr. Zhou, you also know what's appropriate. Every cultural relic is priceless and has special historical significance. No one can bear the damage if it is damaged." rise."
Qin Feng stood up and shook hands with him again: "I will not let Director He down."
Qin Feng and Zhou Jin left. They came too early in the morning and neither of them had eaten, so the master paid for Zhou Jin to have a good meal nearby.
He Wenzhao was thinking about this matter in the office. He really couldn't figure out what Qin Wuxiang wanted to do. After hearing that the curator came to work, he hurried to the curator's office.
"Director, Director!"
"What happened, Xiaohe, are you so anxious?"
The curator, an old man in his sixties, had just put down the briefcase in his hand when he heard He Wenzhao shouting and pushing the door in. He frowned and asked, "What did Zhou Jin say to you?"
He is a disciple of the Zhou family. Although the teacher passed away a few years ago, a person must repay kindness. In addition, the teacher liked Zhou Jin very much during his lifetime, so he and Zhou Jin have always had a good relationship.
You don't need to think about it to know that Zhou Jin said something to He Wenzhao that made him in such a hurry.
But He Wenzhao shook his head: "It's not Mr. Zhou, it's Qin Wuxiang!"
"Qin Wuxiang?" The curator was stunned, "Qin Wuxiang is..."
He thought about it in his mind for a while, but he felt that the name sounded familiar, and for a while he couldn't remember who it was.
He Wenzhao quickly explained: "Writing science fiction, "Water Drops", "Globular Electric Cloud", "The Wandering Earth"?"
"Oh, it's him." The curator suddenly realized, nodded and asked, "What's going on?"
"Young Master Zhou, bring him here..." He Wenzhao told the director of the conference room the details of the conversation. This time, the director was stunned.
"You said this science fiction writer wants to help us promote it?"
"No money yet." He Wenzhao added.
The curator thought for a moment, took out the thermos cup, blew in the hot air, took a sip of water, and said nothing for a long time.
He Wenzhao then asked cautiously: "I gave them work badges and let them wander around the museum. This matter..."
"It doesn't cost money anyway, so just follow them." The curator pondered for a long time and then said: "There are security guards in the museum, and the tempered glass bullets of those cultural relics can't penetrate. Besides, this kid Zhou Jin also has a sense of proportion, let them go. "
After saying that, the curator glanced at He Wenzhao and said earnestly: "In addition, hurry up and prepare the proposal for the support plan. Do everything possible to contact the publicity team, all over the country, as long as we can achieve results... This support plan is very important, we have to Come up with decent results, otherwise..."
The curator frowned, looking distressed.
Visiting the National Museum requires advance reservation, as is the case with most attractions in the capital.
In the past few years, the museum's daily reservation quota of 30,000 people was often not filled up. Recently, the tourism industry has finally recovered some of the economy. However, except for the off-season during holidays, on weekdays, you can only fill up the reservations in the afternoon.
He Wenzhao nodded and said solemnly: "The plan is already being written, and the team is also in contact. However, the funds are tight, and I am afraid that the results will not be as expected... Director, I think you are not optimistic about Qin Wuxiang's help?"
The curator is older, just a few years younger than Mr. Wang. People of his generation are more recognized by the old writers, those who wrote "Red Sorghum" and "Alive".
Qin Wuxiang's audience is young people, so the curator only thought his name was familiar at first, and even couldn't remember it for a while.
The curator shook his head when he heard this: "A person who writes science fiction knows nothing about history? He probably can only write a few travel notes... What's the use of a few travel notes? If they are useful, why don't other scenic spots invite writers to write travel notes? Xiao He, don’t have too much hope, just think that Zhou Jin is showing off his fun. 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 that we don’t make mistakes."
When the curator said this, He Wenzhao scratched his head, and his original hope for Qin Wuxiang's hope for the magic weapon to descend from the sky was extinguished.
The curator is right, making no mistakes is the most important thing. Besides, a science fiction writer is not very suitable for a museum!
"If you can help promote the aerospace museum and get more tourists, it will be a victory." He Wenzhao sighed and murmured.
——
"Sir, do you have a bad appetite?"
“I’m not very used to the food in the capital.”
Qin Feng looked at the bowl of bean juice on the table, frowned and waved his hands with a wry smile. Just now he pinched his nose and took a sip, and he was convinced that he would never let this thing be on his dining table again for the rest of his life.
Zhou Jin drinks it very neatly. After all, he is a native of the country and has long been accustomed to eating.
But even while eating, Zhou Jin was still reading "Jian Deng News" and had already finished reading the last volume in one breakfast.
The two of them left the hotel and rushed to the main entrance of the National Expo. Qin Feng asked as they walked: "Are you good at reading a book a second time?"
"Yes, I will have new experiences every time I reread it."
"Then you might as well take notes when you read them for the first time. Write them next to the sentences to help you deepen your understanding... I see that the books on your bookshelf are clean and as good as new."
"I'm always afraid of getting the book dirty, so I don't dare to write on it."
Qin Feng smiled and rubbed Zhou Jin's head: "It's not a good thing if the book is too clean. If the book is clean, the mind will also be clean. At least something should be left after reading."
"Sir, when did you start teaching me how to write?"
"Start today."
After entering the main entrance of the National Museum, it was not yet the opening time of the attractions, so there was no one else in the museum except a few tour guides and security guards.
The lights in the empty museum were dim, with only the booths shining with white light, as if each piece of cultural relic told the two of them their glory in the long river of time in the dark night.
The historical area of the National Museum is Datou, which displays representative cultural relics of each era in chronological order from primitive society to the Qing Dynasty.
Qin Feng stood in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States exhibition area and took out his laptop from his bag. "Next, I plan to spend a whole day visiting all the exhibition areas, select some representative and visually impactful cultural relics, and write about them." The story behind it. I will also select a few things you are familiar with for you to write about. Write with confidence and boldness. I will give you guidance based on your writing style and narrative techniques."
Zhou Jin nodded and took out pen and paper from his bag.
He is not used to using a computer to code, and always feels that words written on paper can calm him down.
Qin Feng doesn't have much opinion on this, it's just a personal habit, there is no right or wrong.
"Shopping around all day will make you very tired. I'll let you know in advance."
"It's okay sir, I'm not afraid of getting tired."
"Perseverance is the prerequisite for achieving anything. If you have this determination, it is only a matter of time before you succeed."
Qin Feng has a high opinion of Zhou Jin. He is so stable and sensible at less than twenty years old, and he has a promising future.
Next, Qin Feng spent a whole day selecting cultural relics. Some of the cultural relics involved history that Qin Feng was not familiar with, so he did not need to check it online. Baidu's information may not be accurate.
He only needs to ask the corresponding tour guide in the museum. The tour guides who can work at the National Museum can be said to be the highest level in the industry. Some anecdotes and unofficial history will come out of his mouth. Qin Feng only needs to use his level 10 thinking ability. Coupled with level 10 writing skills, just blend it into a story that will impress people.
Zhou Jin has been following Qin Feng, choosing historical relics such as the Three Kingdoms, Sui and Tang Dynasties that he is familiar with, and writing several articles.
Whenever Zhou Jin came to him and handed over a letter, Qin Feng would immediately stop the keyboard, put the computer aside, and read Zhou Jin's article with all his heart, no matter what inspiration he had in his mind or what he was writing. Then give serious instructions.
Just like a responsible middle school teacher teaching students to write essays, Qin Feng really regarded Zhou Jin as his own student and spared no effort to teach him.
Someone pointed out that Zhou Jin has made rapid progress. In the past, he was inspired to write something. After he finished writing, he couldn't read it. After tearing it up, he became discouraged and would not write again for a long time. .
But today, every time Qin Feng gave him advice, he felt it was reasonable. The encouraging education made Zhou Jin feel that he could write better next time. At the end of the day, he actually kept up with Qin Feng's writing speed by one-tenth with pen and paper. , can be called terrifying.
And Qin Feng was even more terrifying. His hands seemed to be dancing on the keyboard. In one day, he browsed all the cultural relics in the museum and selected 20 satisfactory cultural relics. He wrote seven or eight words on each cultural relic. A copywriting story of a thousand words.
Zhou Jin saw all this and admired it from the bottom of his heart.
The gentleman is really a great talent. He even takes time to travel and write and teach himself, but he doesn’t even look tired at all on his face.
Zhou Jin had gotten over the fresh energy, and by the evening she felt tired and tired like a tide, and her feet were sore and painful.
"Sir, why do you want to help Guobo like this?"
Qin Feng packed up his laptop and put it back into his bag. He thought about it and replied, "For your wife."
"Fang Nianwei?"
"Looks like you've checked it out."
"Many people say that you and Mistress are just hype." Zhou Jin told the truth: "I didn't believe it at first, but now that you have admitted it yourself, sir, I believe it."
"It's not necessary to be so blind. You have to make your own judgment in everything."
"My judgment is that Mr. is a trustworthy person." Zhou Jin was very serious.
Qin Feng smiled when he heard this. He could see that Zhou Jin was sincere.
When the two of them left the gate of the National Museum, it was already dark.
Qin Feng said: "It's time to go back. We don't have to come to the National Expo tomorrow. Twenty cultural relics will be enough for the first phase of publicity. I have some things to deal with. Next time our master and apprentice meet, if nothing else happens, we should It’s on TV.”
Zhou Jin was smart and smart. She was stunned for a moment, then came back to her senses and asked, "Is it related to Li Ming, who is in charge of variety shows at the TV station?"
Qin Feng nodded: "It's probably just a matter of the past few days."
This is the second step of the plan, to sell Li Ming a big favor, big enough that he is willing to help him.
This is very important.
Qin Feng looked back at the gate of the National Museum. The National Museum was so magnificent under the sunset.
It is so big that it contains five thousand years of Chinese civilization.
Qin Feng took the initiative to help the National Expo with cultural promotions without asking for money. It seemed that he was doing it to make some achievements and impress the old man. In fact, his deeper purpose was for Wang Anruo.
【Point settlement】
[The relationship with "Wang Anruo" is a "long-distance relationship"]
[Reward points: 500 points! 】
[Remaining points: 700 points! 】
"There are still seven days left."
Qin Feng murmured to himself.
Every time after settling the rewards with Wang Anruo, the monthly payment will be deducted seven days later, which means that in the remaining seven days, he has to get 300 points.
But he wasn't worried at all. He patted his computer bag and realized that his plan was more than half successful.
Zhou Jin tilted her head and looked at Qin Feng's calm face, knowing that he was doing something very important, but she didn't know it and wouldn't ask.
"gentlemen."
"What's wrong?"
"When you do something, have you ever thought about what to do if you don't do it well?"
"Zhou Jin, never consider retreat for failure, otherwise it will lower your bottom line."
"Sir can always say very philosophical things, just like he writes articles. His writing style is really good."
"I have said before that writing is not about gorgeous words, but that there are always a few sentences in ordinary articles that make your eyes shine."
Qin Feng paused and murmured softly: "Just like love in life."
A luxury car stopped on the side of the road and picked Zhou Jin up. With nothing to worry about, Qin Feng also drove the Bentley back to the hotel.
Next, it’s time for Qin Wuxiang’s official accounts that have just been opened on major platforms to come into play.
The account with the largest number of followers has increased to 6 million followers in a day and a half, which is extremely exaggerated and has broken the follower increase records on all platforms.
In the hotel at night, Qin Feng did not turn on the lights. He sat in front of the bright light on his desktop computer, put the microphone to his mouth, and read the manuscript he had written with a magnetic voice, combining the past and present of cultural relics. Come on.
All twenty stories were dubbed. Qin Feng felt that his throat was about to smoke. He took a sip of water. It was already dawn outside.
He tried his best over and over again and was actually busy all night.
Rubbing the corners of his eyes, Qin Feng packed all the audio and video production requirements into compressed files and sent them to Zhu Cheng of Huatian Entertainment.
After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and lay on the bed, sent Wang Anruo a good morning, and fell asleep.
Many people are not optimistic about him, whether it is Mr. Wang or the people in charge of the National Museum. Some people think that his character is too poor and he is virtuous but not talented; some people think that he is a science fiction author who has no research on history and is not of much use.
But little did they know that Qin Wuxiang became a world-renowned science fiction author simply because he chose science fiction as a subject when he was writing his book.
It was not science fiction that made Qin Wuxiang a success, but Qin Wuxiang made science fiction a success.
All that is left to do next is to wait quietly for the fame and connections accumulated under the pseudonym Qin Wuxiang to ferment over the years, and how much of a shock it will bring to the unfamiliar capital.
(End of chapter)
