After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 269 Chapter 269
He spoke slowly.

"Jin Yong, the name is good, it has a meaning."

Zhao Yuanle chuckled.

She wanted to tell Chen Moying that Jin Yong just took apart the word "Yong" in Jin Yong's name.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's reaction like this, Chen Moying couldn't help but ask, "Did I get it wrong?"

Zhao Yuanle coughed and said sternly: "Everyone has their own opinion, I chose this name because I like gold and I am a vulgar person.

If you have other opinions, that's fine too. "

The corners of Chen Moying's eyes narrowed slightly.

"The poem you mentioned before, I searched all the books but couldn't find it. I also looked for all the recorded poets surnamed Song, but I couldn't find it."

Zhao Yuanle: "This... probably because you have no fate with this."

Chen Moying did not continue to dwell on this issue.

He polished a paragraph a little, read it to Zhao Yuanle, and asked, "What advice do you have?"

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "No."

Chen Moying read another passage.

After hearing this, Zhao Yuanle said it was very good and there was nothing to change.

Chen Moying smiled, and asked about the Enyu book that Zhao Yuanle had borrowed before.

Zhao Yuanle: "This one, maybe I have to borrow it for a little longer, maybe another ten days?"

Chen Moying: "Those things, are you okay?"

Zhao Yuanle was a little embarrassed: "Actually, it's okay. For me, it's not difficult. After all, I'm born with a good memory."

After hearing this, Chen Moying smiled softly and nodded.

"Well, I've heard of it."

Zhao Yuanle also smiled: "Really?"

Chen Moying: "Yes, so... Can Miss Zhao repeat the sentence I polished up just now?"

Zhao Yuanle's smile froze.

Chen Moying's smile remained unchanged.

"I've never learned Enyu before, so I can remember it by rote. It should be very easy to recite the sentence that I just polished up according to the story Miss Zhao told me."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

There was a little cold sweat on her forehead.

Chen Moying tilted her head slightly, and looked at Zhao Yuanle with a smile: "Go ahead."

Zhao Yuanle: "..." Damn it, I can't recite it at all. They are all so-called vernacular Chinese with ancient Chinese habits and awkward words. It's strange if I remember them.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle remained silent for a long time, Chen Moying was also silent. Under his silent gaze, Zhao Yuanle's expression became more and more guilty.

He took another sip of tea and looked down at the things he had written.

"Brother Ming seldom cares about trivial matters, all he cares about is his own responsibilities and the important affairs of his family and country.

The red belly is his confidant, but he took your pig fungus and gave you gold. Brother Ming even went to your uncle's house to see a doctor in person.

His identity is different from mine, and there are many things to pay attention to.

Before, I thought he was interested in your talent, Ms. Zhao, but now it seems that although you have unique views on things, Ms. Zhao, you are not a genius.

Brother Ming can see things that I can perceive at the first glance.

So... why exactly, Brother Ming still treats you like this. "

Zhao Yuanle's back slowly broke out in cold sweat, and he couldn't help swallowing.

Chen Moying's attitude is gentle.

"Don't be nervous, I think I still have a good eye for seeing people, you are not a secret agent or a spy, nor are you a person with ulterior motives.

I'm just curious, why exactly is this. "

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle's head was lowered, his heart was more empty, and he was becoming more and more afraid to speak, Chen Moying sighed.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later when you want to tell me. If you don't want to say it now, don't say it."

Zhao Yuanle nodded immediately: "Okay."

Chen Moying smiled helplessly.

Zhao Yuanle raised his eyes to look at Chen Moying, and then looked away.

"The story is over, I want to go back."

Chen Moying got up and walked in front.

"I'll ask someone to pay, go out and wait."

Zhao Yuanle lowered his head and walked behind, keeping a fixed distance from the person in front.

Chen Moying didn't look back, but just smiled silently.

When the two came out, Laicai who was waiting here greeted him.

Chen Moying nodded to a servant over there, that person came over, went down after getting the order, came back soon, took a purse and handed it to Zhao Yuanle respectfully.

Zhao Yuanle accepted the purse and said thank you.

Chen Moying glanced at the stationery over there, then turned around and asked, "Do you still want a pen?"

Zhao Yuanle paused, but still nodded.

"need."

The two went over, and Zhao Yuanle picked out two simple-style pens with black metal shells, and bought a box of pen ink.

The guy here wrapped it up, and when he was about to settle the accounts, he looked at Chen Moying.

Chen Moying: "How to calculate how to calculate."

Zhao Yuanle looked at him and whispered, "No more discounts?"

Chen Moying laughed: "No discount, I have no plans."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

A vengeful man...

The buddy said the price, and Zhao Yuanle gave the money directly.

One silver dollar was not enough to buy two pens and a bottle of ink, and she had to make up another [-] cents, and she couldn't help but lament how expensive reading was.

At this time, a man and a woman came towards this side, stopped after seeing Chen Moying, and stopped to say hello to Chen Moying.

Wang Xianzhi was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Yuanle beside Chen Moying.

"you…"

Zhao Yuanle was also a little surprised when he heard the voice and saw Wang Xianzhi.

"you?"

The short-haired girl in a foreign skirt next to Wang Xianzhi squinted her eyes, and pinched Wang Xianzhi's flesh calmly.

"Why, you two know each other?"

Mr. Wang coughed.

"This is the cousin of the woman I arranged the marriage with, Fourteen."

The short-haired girl came to her senses, she let go of Wang Xianzhi's hand, and looked at Zhao Yuanle with a smile.

"It's a little sister."

Under Zhao Yuanle's puzzled eyes, Wang Xianzhi introduced the woman beside him.

"This is my girlfriend, a college classmate, Lin Yin."

After finishing speaking, he said to the woman next to him, "Her name is Zhao Yuanle."

Lin Yin looked at Zhao Yuanle with a smile, and stretched out a hand.

"Hello, little sister."

Zhao Yuanle was about to reach out to shake hands, but when he realized it, he just nodded to Lin Yin.

"Hello."

Lin Yin was not surprised by Zhao Yuanle's reaction, she withdrew her hand, her eyes fell on Zhao Yuanle and Chen Moying, and then she chuckled.

"Little sister is just here to buy a pen? Does anyone at home write a pen?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Yes."

Lin Yin snorted, looking at Zhao Yuanle with curiosity.

Wang Xianzhi looked at Chen Moying: "Mr. Chen, Lin Yin can speak English and French. She was the editor of a newspaper when she was in college. She will definitely not let you down."

Chen Moying nodded: "Then try it first."

Seeing what Wang Xianzhi said, Zhao Yuanle probably understood why.

Wang Xianzhi must have been suspended for living expenses.

I'm afraid I brought my girlfriend to work together?

But Zhao Yuanle looked at Lin Yin's attire, and it didn't look like he was short of money. It seemed that Wang Xianzhi was only working part-time for living expenses, and Lin Yin might be doing it to experience life.

Zhao Yuanle also asked.

"Are you here to be an editor?"

Wang Xianzhi: "She is an editor, and I write articles."

(End of this chapter)