"I don't know, it's very strange here. I came by a taxi." Jiangxi Wen continued.

Brother Long listened and tried his best to hold back his smile.

"Wait, we'll be here soon. We're going to arrange for you in the hotel of our symposium. I'm really sorry."

"Okay, then hurry up."

When Jiangxi Wen hung up the phone, Brother Long laughed out loud: "You kid are even better than me, you are a fellow fellow man." Then he patted Jiangxi Wen on the shoulder and said: "I'll go to the venue first, so that they won't see it, and you will know that we are together, but that's not good."

"Okay, you go first." Jiang Xiwen nodded, "I will go to the venue later, one after another, there will be no problems."

Half an hour later, Jiangxi Wen came to the meeting location, Anyun Hotel, which was only five minutes away from the place where they just called. Brother Long arrived one step earlier and was arranged to rest in one of the single rooms. It is estimated that the people from Volkswagen Software have sent people to the Beijing Hotel, which is more than an hour's drive away.

Jiangxi Wen walked to the small conference hall where he was reporting, but the reception staff ignored him and sat in front of the stage and ate melon seeds.

"Is this the Huaxia RPG game selection venue?" Jiangxi Wen asked.

"Yes." The woman who was eating melon seeds said without raising her head: "Which magazine is from?"

"It's not a magazine, it's Yujianju."

"I haven't heard of Yu Jianju." The woman was obviously not familiar with the business. I don't know which editor's relative or the waiter in the hotel.

"Yu Jianju?" A young man sitting next to the woman holding a book to read raised his head and looked at Jiangxi Wen suspiciously and said, "Yu Jianju's Jiangxi Wen, we have sent someone to pick him up. Where did you come out?"

"I am Jiangxiwen..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the young man and said, "Stop joking, who are you? This is just a meeting. Is it interesting to pretend to be so? It's not a movie. Do you still want to eat and drink?" Obviously, the young man believed that this guy was pretending to be so impersonating. It was impossible for the Beijing Hotel to come back so quickly.

"I waited for a long time in the Beijing Hotel. I didn't see anyone coming, so I just took a taxi by myself. I didn't expect you to slander me and pretend to be a lie?" Jiang Xiwen looked incredibly angry.

The more difficult the other party made things difficult at this time, the happier Jiangxi Wen felt. From the beginning of getting off the plane, he saw through the other party's thoughts, just to make him feel grateful in the end.

However, they failed to get what they wanted, and they got unhappy when they arrived at the venue. It was impossible to be grateful. See what they would say at the talk salon.

"What?!" The young man looked shocked. When he heard Jiangxi Wen mention the Beijing Hotel, he couldn't help but look up and down. Yes, he still looked like a high school student. Oh no, just now he thought that this kid was so tall and didn't pay attention to his age.

Thinking of this, he quickly changed into a smile: "Jiangxiwen, Xiwen, I'm sorry, we didn't rush over in time. I'm really sorry."

The woman looked at everything in front of her and also reflected that the young man was told by the editor-in-chief that the leader of the residence must be warmly received, and he enthusiastically handed over the sign-in form. "Young man, I'm really sorry, my aunt didn't pay attention just now, please sign here."

When the young man saw this, he hurriedly snatched the notebook, but then he realized that he had lost his composure and smiled awkwardly: "There is no need to sign up for Western culture, just sit here first. Our editor-in-chief comes later. We will take you to the accommodation place and rest for a while. At noon, the editor-in-chief will have a meal with you, and the salon will officially begin at 3 pm."

"Sit here and wait?" Jiang Xiwen looked unhappy: "If you don't live there, I'll just go to the downstairs to open a room."

"Don't let it go, Xiwen, just wait a moment. The editor-in-chief said that he will come to see you in person, soon. Are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water first. Put your backpack on the sofa, and it won't be thrown away." The young man pointed to a double sofa, then got up to pour water.

"No need, I was so angry that I just came to Beijing. It's nothing if no one answered the airport. I found the wrong place and called you. But after waiting for a long time, I asked a lot of people before I found this place. Now there is no place to rest." Jiangxi Wen looked angry.

He had long seen that the young man still didn't trust him. He only guessed from his appearance and the Beijing Hotel that he might be Jiangxi Wen. But he was afraid that if he was really a liar and could not afford the responsibility, so he asked him to wait here.

The signature form handed over by the woman shows that all the people who came to the meeting signed and opened the room to rest. He was only so special that he had to wait until the editor came to check in. Obviously, the young man still didn't believe him.

"Xiwen, just wait for a while. Don't worry, the editor-in-chief will come back in at most half an hour."

"Half an hour?" Jiangxi Wen shouted: "Half an hour or a half hour. What kind of activities you organized? I wouldn't have come if I had known. I even asked for leave. I had asked my teacher to come. Your editor-in-chief didn't agree. Why is it more attractive to start a business at the age of 18? Now that I'm here, I'm already in my third year of high school, missing classes, and delaying the college entrance examination. Are you responsible?"

"What's wrong? Why don't you come according to the regulations? When Xiwen comes, you will take him into your room to rest. You don't have to wait until I come." The voice of a majestic middle-aged man came in from outside the door: "It's so unreasonable. Xiao Wang and Xiao Li went to the airport and the other went to the Beijing hotel, but they didn't receive Xiwen."

Jiangxi Wen turned around and saw a middle-aged fat man looking at the young man with a serious face. He then looked at himself and then adjusted to a gentle expression: "Xi Wen, I'm really sorry, I'll take you to open a room now, rest for a while, have a meal together at noon, and welcome you."

"Editor Che, this, actually..." The young man wanted to explain, but was immediately interrupted by Editor Che, "Stop talking, Xiao Wang and Xiao Li are back later, and ask them what's going on."

After saying this, Editor-in-Chi Che politely made a gesture to Jiangxi Wen. Since the Editor-in-Chief has arrived, Jiangxi Wen will naturally not pick on it anymore, but his face is still not good-looking, so he strode towards the elevator.

Editor-in-chief Che turned around and glared at the young man hard, then followed Jiangxi Wen and entered the elevator. The small conference hall just now was on the ground floor, which belonged to the underground floor parallel to the road, and the real hotel hall was higher than the first floor and belonged to the first floor. The main entrance should actually come up from the high slope on the other side. Jiangxi Wen just walked through the small door and went in directly as soon as he rented it out. It happened to be the reporting point.

Looking at Editor-in-Chief Che's performance, Jiangxi Wen could completely guess the other party's psychology.

The moment I entered the small conference room of the report point, the editor-in-chief of the car knew what happened to him and the young receptionist. Obviously, I was listening outside the conference hall for a while. This guy must have no idea whether Jiangxi Wen was a real brand, so he had to sing the unlucky young man with black faces. After almost confirming it, he walked in, so he could know that the young receptionist had said that the editor-in-chief had to meet Jiangxi Wen in person before he could check in a room to rest.

"Editor Che, are we the only two of us having dinner at noon?" Jiangxi Wen asked, "Where are the others?" He asked this on purpose, just to see how the other party explained that he was only invited.

Editor-in-chief Che smiled: "You are young and promising. I always want to have a meal with you alone and chat. In addition, the deadline is the deadline before 2:00 this afternoon, and some people have not come. After the symposium was held in the evening, everyone had a meal together. Besides, I didn't receive you twice today, which made you suffer. I should treat you no matter how hard it is for this meal."

These reasons are really comprehensive. Jiangxi Wen smiled and shook his head, and said, "Okay, I'll go to sleep for a while first."

Of course, he would not ask more questions. If he was too uncooperative, the other party would prepare in advance for the question that would make things more difficult for Yu Jianju at the symposium. Now he is an honest but not very introverted Jiangxi Wen. It is completely in line with his 18-year-old technical maniac, and at the same time he can become the image of the "Xianyun" game planner.

He concluded that Qingruan only knew that he had planned "Xianyun", but it was impossible to know the investment structure of Yu Jianju. The other party said ambiguously on the phone, and then he also answered ambiguously.

When the afternoon symposium begins, he will explain these things clearly, put himself above the game planner, and from a comic author to the game planner, he can even tell the past.

After entering the room, Chief Editor Che made a few simple and polite words and left. Jiangxi Wen was not tired. He leaned on the sofa and watched the TV. After a while, the phone rang. When he answered, he heard that it was Brother Long who called. This guy's voice was cautious when he heard it, which made Jiangxi Wen laugh again, "Brother Long, isn't it? Isn't it just a game discussion? It's impossible to monitor. Have you read too many detective novels recently? How do you know my room number?"
Chapter completed!