Outside the hotel, they got into the car arranged by Shi Nuannuan in advance and went to visit Mr. Qin Dewen at his residence.

It is said to be a courtyard house in Shangjing City.

On the way, Shi Nuannuan kept secretly looking at Ye Zhiqiu in front of her, feeling in a trance.

Are works such as "Zhu Xian" and "Xia Ke Xing" really written by Qianfeng, a young man about his own age?

Ye Zhiqiu had no intention of chatting, and Shi Nuannuan didn't know how to speak for a while.

What should I do? Shi Nuannuan was secretly anxious, suddenly remembered something, and said: "Mr. Ye, you can send me the invoice for the hotel stay when the time comes, and I can be responsible for reimbursing you."

"Huh? Is there such a good thing?" Ye Zhiqiu was stunned.

Shi Nuannuan said quickly: "Of course, we originally planned to invite you, and these are the things we should be responsible for."

"That's okay, thanks."

Ye Zhiqiu is not pretentious. The Chengzi reading benefits are really good. The hotel booked by the "Singing a New Voice" program team costs more than 2,000 yuan a night for an ordinary room.

If it weren't for being too lazy to change, Ye Zhiqiu would really be reluctant to live with it.

Hearing the good news early in the morning, Ye Zhiqiu was in a good mood and said with a smile: "Editor Shi, we should be about the same age. You can just call me by my name or Zhiqiu."

"Ah? Oh... okay." Shi Nuannuan said quickly.

In reality, he doesn't seem as cold as on the Internet, Shi Nuannuan muttered in his heart.

Usually, when Penguin talks to Ye Zhiqiu, she usually replies with only one sentence out of ten.

Shi Nuannuan was nervous for several days when she learned that Ye Zhiqiu was coming to Beijing and was tasked by the company to entertain him well.

Gradually, Shi Nuannuan became more courageous and asked tentatively: "Brother Ye...have you finished your work here?"

Updates can be resumed, of course Shi Nuannuan didn't dare to say this.

Ye Zhiqiu said casually: "For the time being, I may ask for leave almost once a week in the future."

"!!!"

Why is this person like this t_t.

Shi Nuannuan was shocked, and her face fell.

Seeing Shi Nuannuan's expression through the rearview mirror, Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will update more when I don't ask for leave, and the progress of "Zhu Xian" will not fall behind."

Shi Nuannuan breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "Brother Ye, so you will come to Beijing every week in the future?"

Ye Zhiqiu nodded and said: "Yes, I will participate in a variety show. If everything goes well, there will be six more episodes."

What the hell? Variety show?

Shi Nuannuan's ears suddenly stood up.

As a novelist, what does it have to do with variety shows?

"Can you please tell me what program it is?" Shi Nuannuan couldn't help but ask.

"It's called "Sing a New Voice". It hasn't been aired yet. It will probably premiere next week." Ye Zhiqiu replied casually.

Unexpectedly, Shi Nuannuan almost jumped up and said excitedly: "I know!"

"The original song program where Chen Dan and Yu Caiwei served as mentors, right? These two are my favorite singers."

"Isn't that..." Shi Nuannuan suddenly reacted, "Brother Ye, are you a singer?"

Who is the best at singing and writing novels? Who is the most awesome at singing among writing novels?

"That's right." Ye Zhiqiu did not deny it, but suddenly remembered something and said: "By the way. You are the first to know that I am the author of "Zhu Xian". Please do not tell this secret."

Shi Nuannuan suddenly felt a chill drifting over her, and quickly nodded in agreement.

The two were chatting casually. At this time, they were in a courtyard of pavilions.

The temperature outside is quite cold, but the yard is full of green plants, as warm as spring.

A long table was set up in the center of the courtyard, and several gray-haired old people gathered together.

Qin Dewen held a calligraphy brush and splashed ink to write down a few big characters with flowing movements.

"Heaven and Earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs." An old man read out a few big characters and said in surprise: "The words are good, but the sentences are even better, Lao Qin."

Standing next to the old man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the only young man with black hair quickly added: "Mr. Qin's calligraphy is so powerful that it was sold at auction not long ago.

The price is half a million."

The white-haired and red-faced old man who spoke was named Ma Xuemin, and he was quite famous in the literary world.

It's just that in terms of status, he is definitely not as good as Qin Dewen.

The black-haired young man is Ma Xuemin’s disciple, Tian Xiong.

Qin Dewen waved his hand and said: "It's okay not to say that. I don't understand the twists and turns of the financial circle, old man."

"Speaking of these words, this was not made by me."

Another old man asked curiously: "Who did that come from?"

Qin Dewen gave it a try and said, "I'm sorry you can't guess that it's not everyone in the circle."

When Qin Dewen said this, everyone became even more curious. At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit walked into the yard and whispered something in Qin Dewen's ear.

Qin Dewen's eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "Please come soon."

Ma Xuemin asked curiously: "Who, Lao Qin, deserves you to be so happy?"

Qin Dewen laughed and said, "A friend is coming from afar!"

While everyone was curious, a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit had already come in with Ye Zhiqiu and Shi Nuannuan.

Walking into this courtyard, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but sigh.

How awesome!

Different from the splendid local tyrants, owning such a garden-like courtyard in a place like Shangjing City, at the foot of the emperor, where every inch of land is precious, is no longer something that can be done with money.

Looking at the people standing in front of the long table, Ye Zhiqiu recognized at a glance that the kind-faced old man in the center was Qin Dewen.

Qin Dewen looked at Ye Zhiqiu and Shi Nuannuan, then looked past them and looked back, and then asked doubtfully: "Where is Mr. Ye?"

The assistant turned slightly sideways and said respectfully: "Mr. Qin, this is Mr. Ye."

"Huh?" Qin Dewen suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Ye Zhiqiu in disbelief.

Shi Nuannuan whispered: "Hello, Mr. Qin, I am the editor of 'Chengzi Reading', and this is Ye Zhiqiu, the author of "Xia Ke Xing"."

"This, this, this..." Qin Dewen looked at Ye Zhiqiu in disbelief and was stunned for a moment.

He originally thought that the author who could write a famous line such as "The Journey of a Chivalrous Man" must be over thirty years old no matter how young he was, so he automatically classified this young man as an assistant.

However, Qin Dewen is also a person who has seen strong winds and waves. He knows that Tian Zongzhi, who became famous all over the world at a weak age in history, is real, so he quickly reacted.

"Hello, little friend Ye, welcome."

Qin Dewen stepped forward and stretched out his hand, saying enthusiastically.

Ye Zhiqiu did not dare to neglect this man, who was both a man of virtue and art. He quickly stepped forward and held the gift in return with both hands.

"Wherever I go, I just write whatever I want. I can't compete with Mr. Qin."

Qin Dewen laughed and said: "You write so casually, old man, I am ashamed of myself. I have read the poem "Xia Ke Xing" more than a hundred times, and the more I read it, the more exquisite it is. I have to be a genius to write it.

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Ye Zhiqiu smiled coquettishly, "That's right. Isn't Li Shixian a genius?"

He was just a porter, but this secret could never be told, so Ye Zhiqiu had no choice but to shamelessly "admit" that he wrote it.

"Old Qin, why don't you introduce me? Who is this kid...?"
Chapter completed!