A few days later, An Younan threw a address to Wang Zixu and ordered him to arrive at his destination within thirty minutes without saying a word.

From the venue, this "Guxuan Reading Salon" was a bit beyond Wang Zixu's imagination.

In a private mansion or small manor, the fireplace is burning, pastries are placed on the long table, and a group of gentlemen sit or lying down - this is the picture that appears in his mind when the word "salon" is mentioned.

This kind of imagination shows that he was deeply influenced by Flaubert, Maupassant and others, and only had the scene of Western novelists gathering in his mind. But in fact, the address was Yujiang Huashan Hotel on Wangjiang Road.

There are five-star hotels in Donghai that are famous, and here is one. The hotel often holds domestic and international events and sometimes also hosts official receptions, which is very strong.

There is a large stone tablet like a shadow wall at the door, with green bushes clustered around the fountain, three flagpoles in the middle, and the national flag is flying at the highest point. The main building has 5 floors, and the glass curtain wall follows the streamlined wall, and the overall shape is like a large cap.

Wang Zixu arrived early, parked his car in the square at the door and glanced at it quickly. There were two Maybach units, three Big G units, one Rolls-Royce, and an unknown supercar with a cool shape.

He buttoned the first button of his shirt, took out a tie from the car window, and wrapped it around his neck.

Before coming, An Younan repeatedly told Wang Zixu to wear the best and most dignified clothes he could find, and never be as down-and-out as he wore at the seminar.

Wang Zixu didn't tell her that it was the one he thought was the most dignified.

So today he was wearing a casual suit that Ning Chunyan and Ye Lan had chosen for him. Out of his knowledge of his aesthetic sense, he chose to believe in women's judgment.

However, after taking a glance at the parking lot, he began to feel that his clothes might still be a little uncautious.

Taking out your cell phone, Wang Zixu sent a message to An Younan: "I'm here."

There was no reply there. He put his phone in his pocket, and a Range Rover drove past him and stopped in the port about twenty meters away from him.

The door opened. He looked over and several people got out of the car, one of whom was dressed gorgeously, like a golden boy and a jade girl, which made Wang Zixu subconsciously turn his head.

The man on the co-pilot got down and lit a cigarette. The "Golden Boy" said, "Director Lu, are you going in with us?"

This claim is a bit pissed, and then a familiar voice drifted into Wang Zixu's ears along the wind:

"I won't go this year. You are the key training targets of the Association for Culture and Culture this year. You will perform well after you go."

It's a long road.

The three of them walked towards the door.

"I also thought you could go in and help us support the venue. There were big names inside. We participated for the first time, so we were a little nervous." The woman said.

Lu Chaoyuan glanced at her and smiled at her: "Don't be nervous, you will be the focus of the field."

Jin Tong asked: "Where is me?"

Lu Chaoyuan smiled slightly and said, "You won the Lu Award at a young age. Will you not be confident if you choose your works to be sent to the sea?"

Jin Tong smiled and said, "Being able to hear the praises to me from Director Lu makes me shine."

The jade girl gave him a blank look: "Is this idiom used in this way?"

"I'm a broken house."

The "Golden Boy" couldn't see a pleat in the suit, and the fabric was as flat as a lake; the "Jade Girl" had long hair hanging down, gently lifting the hem of the skirt with her hands, and the red dress swayed like flames.

Both of them look in their twenties, with neat makeup and meticulousness. Compared with Wang Zixu's image, it can be said that "Ye Ran is like a god."

The three of them passed by Wang Zixu. Wang Zixu was afraid of embarrassment and deliberately turned his back to the three of them. He waited for the three of them to pass before turning back.

After passing by, the jade girl turned around and looked at him and whispered:

"That man seems a little familiar."

Jin Tong pursed his lips, laughing and whispered: "That person is the one who is popular on the Internet recently..."

"Well. He is Wang Zixu." Lu Chaoyuan nodded, "I have never met him officially, but he saw it when he went to the Wenhui Association."

"Why is he here?" The jade girl frowned, "Have you actually invited him this year?"

Lu Chaoyuan said: "From his qualifications, he is not qualified to receive the invitation."

"I'm here to find someone," said Jin Tong, "Are you going to say hello?"

"No, there is anything to say hello. I don't want to see him now." Lu Chaoyuan's face turned as usual.

The jade girl breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. You don't have to say hello to him in the venue, right? I'm quite afraid of dealing with him."

Jin Tong wondered: "Why?"

"I just feel that he is a little aggressive, what are the old seniors being forced into by him?"

Jin Tong remembered something and asked, "Director Lu, why didn't Wen Xie deal with him? His videos are still fermenting online and are getting more and more popular. Would he just let him do this?"

Lu Chaoyuan shook his head: "That video was not posted by him. The popularity is hard to suppress."

The jade girl thought: "Is there a master behind him?"

Jin Tong said: "Don't conspiracy theory, I just didn't find any troublemakers. What kind of master can be higher than Director Lu?"

Lu Chaoyuan didn't want to talk about this matter more, so he said simply: "I'll send it here, you two can come in. Remember, show it well."

After saying goodbye to the two, he turned around and looked deeply at Wang Zixu who was standing by the roadside.

This man stood by the flower bed, his hands were in his pockets, his hair was squirted by the wind, and he was silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

Lu Chaoyuan waved, and Land Rover came up and took him away.

After the golden boy and jade girl waved goodbye, the jade girl turned her head and looked at the golden boy:

"Prince Xu may have indeed received the invitation."

Jin Tong said: "Are you thinking too much? How could someone who became popular by online hype? How could he receive an invitation?"

"Intuition." The woman turned around and entered the gilded gate without explaining too much.

A white sports car drove over like a silver arrow, drove over with the posture of knocking over Wang Zixu, and stopped beside him.

The scissors door was raised high, and half of the slim ankle stretched out from behind the cold metal light. The white high heels inlaid with broken diamonds were awesome, and the arch of the foot stretched out like a bright moon.

An Younan's figure appeared from behind the car door.

She was wearing a silk dress with thin shoulder straps hanging gently on her round and smooth shoulders. The black satin made the cold white skin look more dazzling, making people feel palpitations when they climb upwards;

The two ice-blue earrings on the earlobe flashed with her movements. Going up, you can see the corners of her mouth full of confidence, the foggy rosy color on her lips, and the dark-colored eyeliner tips at the end of her eyes.

"Does it look good?" An Younan put his hands behind his back, "I asked a well-known makeup artist to help me put on makeup. I got up at 4 o'clock this morning and started doing it. It took more than 3 hours to do it."

Wang Zixu left his face and said, "No wonder he arrived so late."

"Ha, I guessed your reaction." An Younan's face collapsed, but he replied with a smile in a flash, looked him up and down, nodding, "No, the aesthetic is OK."

Wang Zixu was a little surprised: "You didn't even mock me for wearing cheap clothes?"

"How luxurious can you wear those children?" An Younan said, and asked again, "By the way, why are you doing here? Why don't you go in first?"

Wang Zixu pointed to a huge billboard at the door, with the instructions for the venue "Guxuan Reading Salon" printed on it, and a line of small words were written below:

"Please show the invitation when entering."

It took An Younan two seconds to figure out what he wanted to say, and laughed out loud, saying, "Just just report my name."

"I don't know that your name is so convenient."

"Then you're a little ignorant."

An Younan stretched out his hand and naturally took his arm. Wang Zixu subconsciously retreated, but she tightened her arms and hit her arms, pressing against the slender waistline wrapped in a long waist skirt.

"Support it for me. These high heels are too tall, and I'm a little unaccustomed to it."

Wang Zixu said: "Since that's the case, why wear it?"

"I have height anxiety, okay? Today is an important occasion, I must take it seriously. You know what a thing."

As the two walked towards the entrance, a low-key black sedan slowly drove over. After stopping, Chen Qingluo got out of the car from the back row, and the man in the driver's seat followed closely behind.

"Qingluo, we're here." The man closed the car door.

"I can see." Chen Qingluo narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance.

The man's name is Zhang Ruofei, who is the editor-in-chief of Zhongwang Publishing House and the editor of Chen Qingluo's works. He has just been promoted to editor-in-chief recently, and his age is similar to Chen Qingluo.

Early in the morning, he drove downstairs to Chen Qingluo's house and waited, saying that he would bring her there, but Chen Qingluo happened to be too lazy to drive, so he came over together.

Zhang Ruofei walked to her and looked at the hotel at the end of her sight with her:

"Oh my God, I'm still surprised. It's like a dream that I can actually come to the Guxuan Salon."

Chen Qingluo didn't answer, just looked into the distance, and his eyes narrowed even harder.

"It's all thanks to you." Zhang Ruofei turned to look at her.

Chen Qingluo said: "I didn't invite you."

"But I really have to rely on your blessing to come here," Zhang Ruofei smiled. "I can get the title of celebrity editor, half of the credit... no, 80% of the credit lies in you."

Seeing that Chen Qingluo didn't say anything, Zhang Ruofei continued: "Thanks to your talent, I wrote one book after another. When those writers heard that I was your editor, they rushed to take responsibility. Whose credit is not yours?"

He kept chattering in Chen Qingluo's ear, but Chen Qingluo didn't listen to a word.

She noticed the man and woman at the entrance of the hotel from afar. No matter how the man looked, his back looked a bit like Wang Zixu.

Although Chen Qingluo did not wear glasses, she actually had mild myopia of 100 degrees and her vision was not as high as 0. She squinted her eyes and looked at her for a long time, but she was still not sure after all, and she felt a little irritated.

"That person..." She pointed to the two people in the distance and said to the beginning. Suddenly, she thought that Zhang Ruofei didn't know Wang Zixu, so she had to give up and put down her arms, "Forget it, nothing."
To be continued...