Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 617 Hello!Wang Xiaobo

During the chat with Jiang Yongan afterwards, He Ping asked him his opinion of Liu Chuanzhi.

Jiang Yongan said this: A shrewd businessman only has money in his eyes.

Jiang Yongan's evaluation was a bit harsh, but extremely accurate.

If He Ping is a person of this era, he may still be skeptical.However, the later generations of the godfather of Chinese business have too many show operations, which is completely worthy of Jiang Yongan's evaluation.

He also had some admiration for Jiang Yongan's knowledge of people.

After dealing with the global investment business, He Ping and the Three Musketeers of Peking University got together. During the meeting, they talked about their years in school, feeling a little nostalgic.

A few people came up on the spur of the moment and wanted to go back to school to revisit their old places and visit the school teachers and classmates who stayed in school. He Ping also followed them to join in the fun.

Returning to the campus of Peking University again, they felt a lot of emotion in their hearts.

"It's been several years since we graduated." Luo Yihe said.

"Yeah, almost thirty."

"Yeah, I'm already 24."

The last sentence was said by Cha Haisheng.

He Ping wanted to hit someone when he heard this. He was only 24 years after graduation, and you still sighed.

How embarrassing is He Ping, an old man who is about to turn [-] in a few years?
Even Luo Yihe and Liu Jun were hit by this guy. This guy is a pervert. He went to college at the age of 15 and was only 19 when he graduated.

The most exasperating thing is that he is now in adultery with Zhang Mingming, and they are about to talk about marriage.

Poor Liu Jun is still a single dog, and he has to be a big light bulb every time he gets together.

He Ping glanced at him. They both graduated from Beijing University and both were poets. Why is there such a big gap in life?

Feeling He Ping's malicious gaze, Liu Jun knew with all his ass that this guy was definitely not pitying himself.

He set his sights on the students from Peking University who came and went on the road. The quality of the younger generation of school girls seemed to be much higher.

The four of them squatted on the side of the main road in front of the library, staring closely at the Beijing University girls walking on the road, like a gangster who came to school to photograph his wife, and didn't care about the angry eyes of other Beijing University boys.

"Hey! Good thief, how dare you act like a hooligan in broad daylight!"

There was a sudden shout from behind, and the four of them almost peed their pants in fright.

Looking back, it turned out to be Lin Yanzhi.

"You bastard, you'll scare me!" He Ping said with lingering fear.

Lin Yanzhi showed a successful mischievous smile, "Don't do bad things on weekdays, and don't be afraid of ghosts calling at your door in the middle of the night. A guilty conscience means that you guys didn't do good things."

"Fuck you, uncle, don't talk nonsense, our brothers are all decent people!" Liu Jun said angrily.

Lin Yanzhi pointed at him: "Look, he's in a hurry, he's in a hurry!"

Liu Jun came up to chase him, "Dare to ruin my reputation, and see how I deal with you!"

A group of old friends met, the atmosphere was harmonious, and they laughed for a while before returning to seriousness.

"Why are you so busy coming to Beijing University today?" Luo Yihe asked Lin Yanzhi.

"Come here to do something. I saw the four of you squatting here when I came out of the School of International Relations. It's too eye-catching."

Lin Yanzhi is now the director of the Beijing City Sports Committee and the secretary of Group D. He is young and has a bright career.

"Why are you here today? And Teacher He."

"I miss my alma mater, come back and have a look. Mr. He took the time to meet us Shengdou people."

When Luo Yihe introduced, he still did not forget to make some sarcasm about He Ping.

Lin Yanzhi is now a member of the officialdom, and he must watch news broadcasts and newspapers every day. How could he not know He Ping's recent limelight.

"I haven't congratulated Mr. He yet, but he was once again rated as a national outstanding entrepreneur. Mr. He, congratulations!" Lin Yanzhi clasped his fists at He Ping and smiled.

He Ping clapped his hands, "Stop these polite words between us."

They chatted for a while, and the Three Musketeers of Peking University planned to visit their teachers. He Ping and them couldn't get together, so they separated, and agreed to have lunch together in the cafeteria.

He ran to the edge of Weiming Lake by himself. The spring in the capital came earlier than in the Northeast, and the eyes were already green in mid-April. He sat leisurely on the grass by the lake, admiring the scenery of Yita Lake.

Appreciate, appreciate.

Suddenly an ugly face appeared in the field of vision, which almost ruined the beauty in front of him.

Who is this!If you don't care about public morality, can you find a place where there is no one, and people are enjoying the beautiful scenery!

A man and a woman walked obliquely behind He Ping to the edge of Weiming Lake, and kissed each other about five meters in front of He Ping as if there was no one else around.

Not far away, He Ping could see the man's ugly face.

Looking at it, He Ping felt that this ugly face looked familiar.

Looking at it, a smile appeared on his face.

Because he remembered a sentence he read in a book a long time ago-when he thought of you, a smile appeared on this ugly face.

He stood up happily, walked in front of the man and woman, waved to them, and said loudly: "Hello! Li Yinhe."

A man and a woman who were lying together were taken aback. The woman looked at He Ping, "Do we know each other?"

"I don't know." He Ping said decisively.

"I don't know, why are you calling so loudly? No, how do you know her name if you don't know her?" said the ugly man beside Li Yinhe.

He Ping smiled ambiguously, "I don't know her, but I know you!"

The ugly man felt that they might have encountered a mental illness today, so he kept Li Yinhe behind him, "Who are you?"

"Wang Xiaobo!"

He Ping called the ugly man by his name, which surprised him. This man really knows himself. Could it be that he is a fan of his book?
"How do you know my name?"

He Ping grinned and stretched out his hand, "Hi, I'm He Ping."

Wang Xiaobo held He Ping's hand subconsciously, "He Ping? Are you the He Ping who wrote "Fugui"?"

"it's me."

It was a peer.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"fine."

After exchanging names and knowing each other's details, Wang Xiaobo and Li Yinhe became less wary of He Ping.

"I came to the capital this time for business. Today I came to Beijing University for a stroll with some friends. Are you returning from graduation from America?" He Ping asked.

Wang Xiaobo wondered how this man knew his situation so well.

"Yeah, I just came back a few days ago."

"Good to be back, the country is slowly developing, and I want to read more of your books!"

"Thank you, I will write more when I have time."

When talking to He Ping, Wang Xiaobo and Li Yinhe kept holding hands.

"Your relationship is really good. Have you been married for several years? How do you keep your passion?"

He Ping's gossip came unexpectedly.

Do we know you well?
The staring eyes of the two made He Ping enjoy the success of the prank.

Nice to see you again wow!Wang Xiaobo.

(End of this chapter)