I Am a Big Player

Zhou Wumeng got up as soon as it was light, and he called Ren He and said, "Where are you, come out and discuss something. Liewen.com www.liewen.cc"

Who would have imagined that a literary master like Zhou Wumeng would ask a 16-year-old boy to discuss matters early in the morning? The exposure of this incident alone would be enough for He to become famous.

This is the weekend, Ren He thought for a while and said: "You always come to my house, just to ask you to eat something that you can't normally eat in the city," he said to Zhou Lao and reported his address last time. At that time, the old man Zhou couldn't come in the mountain village, but when he came, it was estimated that the scene exploded...

When Mr. Zhou rushed to Liu Hai Hutong, he looked at the two high-quality stone lions in front of Ren He's house and was taken aback. Why is this kid so rich? ! He only knew that Ren He actually made a lot of money to write books, and he made tens of millions in Kunlun alone, but this yard can't be bought with more than ten million.

As soon as he walked in, Mr. Zhou asked about the smell of food. Ren He was typing crazy with his notebook in the yard. Mr. Zhou was taken aback when he saw Ren He typing: "Are you writing a novel?!"

"Yes," Ren He said without raising his head. It has been almost a month since he wrote, more than 30,000 words per hour, three hours a day, just like walking. Sometimes you will find yourself unconscious. After walking for a long time, thinking about other things won't affect at all. And Ren He is in this state now, extracting memories from his brain and tapping them with his fingers is all instinct, and his thoughts are floating elsewhere.

I wonder if this is a dual purpose? It should be fine.

It’s just that Mr. Zhou looked a little bit bad at his typing: "You write novels like this, can you keep up with your thinking?"

"Yes," Ren He said frankly.

"His," Older Zhou took a breath. This is a bit too perverted. It's really the first time he has seen someone write a novel with the degree of a recruiter...

You know, Zhou Lao understands how difficult it is to write things. Ren He's degree is a bit unreasonable, okay, he has forgotten to come here to discuss something with Ren He.

At this time, Uncle Fang came over with the plate: "My boss, the meal is ready."

However, Uncle Fang was stunned when he looked up at Zhou Lao's appearance: "You are not on TV... My daughter admires you very much."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou," Ren He said with a smile. Uncle Fang did not expect to have seen Mr. Zhou, but it is not uncommon. Uncle Fang and his place are not particularly poor. Color TVs have long existed, and you can see them on the news. Zhou Lao is not unusual.

"Oh, it's really old Zhou. If you slowly don't have enough food, I will cook it for you and the owner." Uncle Fang smiled, but he didn't expect that his owner would even know the characters on TV. I am afraid that my own owner might have a background Isn't it small? It's Zhou Lao being a friend again, it's a celebrity girlfriend again...it's mysterious.

Zhou Wumeng looked at Ren He calmly, and smiled at him: "You really have the magnanimity of those writers in the Republic of China. There is a small yard of your own in the downtown area, which is quiet but still full of smoke and smoke. Inside is my own world."

He looked at Ren He sitting there, not knowing why he always felt that Ren He's temperament seemed to have changed a little. The change was like a pool of muddy water suddenly cleared a lot, and his expression was also a lot more cheerful.

"Haha, don't let me go," Ren He clicked to save and put the computer aside: "Come and taste Uncle Fang's craftsmanship, the authentic Kyoto farmhouse, come here when you are used to eating big fish and meat when socializing. I'll clean up your oil and water."

Zhou Wumeng looked at the light dishes and pancakes on the stone table with emotion: "Also let you live out the realm first."

"Let's pull it down, you can stay in the mountains for so long, that's the realm. I can't stand it after 15 days," Ren He handed the chopsticks to Zhou Lao: "But you also pay attention to your body. If you don’t like to hear it, although the Qinghe Fund is still in my hands, the problem is that I definitely don’t have the energy to manage it. If you are sick, who can I safely give it to?"

This is what Ren He is most worried about now. It is Zhou Lao’s serious illness that reminded Ren He. The reason why he was able to hand over the Qinghe Fund without any worries was because he believed in Zhou Lao’s character. But how many people in this world can believe?

Elder Zhou said while taking the burrito: "Send me the crow's mouth. I have a business discussion today."

"You said you said," Ren He said cheerfully.

"I am going to resign from Kyoto News," Zhou Lao said solemnly.

"Huh?" Ren He was shocked, it turned out to be such a big thing? Zhou Lao has served as the editor-in-chief of the Kyoto News Group for 17 years, and has been the chairman of the board for 12 years, so if he resigns, he will resign.

And the biggest question is, why should I discuss this with myself? Which green onion can I discuss this with Elder Zhou? Isn't it enough?

"I have been in the Kyoto Newspaper Group for a long time. Actually, I should have retired 3 years ago but I have been procrastinating. Now the affairs of Qinghe Fund are so complicated that I have no experience to manage the Kyoto Newspaper anymore. ," Zhou Lao said self-consciously: "I was in the mountains for the last three months of last year, and the Kyoto Newspaper Group was almost messed up. Now think about it, since I have found another dedication goal, then don’t miss it. Let me give up my position. I want to dedicate it to the mountains for the rest of my life. That's what I care about the most, but I still have a question. Can you really make the pie you painted? Yes, then I will apply for retirement."

The biggest problem that Zhou Lao is considering now is that if Ren He really keeps Qinghe Fund healthy and huge funds all year round, his current energy is obviously not enough, so it is inevitable to focus on Qinghe Fund.

Ren He thought for a while and said, "Are you serious?" He probably understood Zhou Lao's thoughts.

"seriously."

"Yes," Ren He said firmly: "I am sure it will sell well all over the world, and it is a person who chases kites far away. As for how much it is produced, I really can't explain it. You will understand later that the two are not the same type of themes. , Nor is it a level of commercial value."

"Okay, then I can rest assured," Zhou Lao didn't put the burrito in his hand into his mouth until this time, as if he would be sure as long as Ren He was sure.

Ren He was a little bit dumbfounded: "It's really a bit stressful for you to press such a big thing on me."

"When I retire and quit my post as chairman, your book will not be operated by the Kyoto Newspaper Group. I will run it for you. All income is counted as Qinghe Fund," Zhou Lao said calmly: "One more It is also good to divide money into the Qinghe Fund to help those who really need help."

Yes, I just decided to start digging the wall when I came out of the Kyoto Newspaper Group, but Ren He felt that it would be a good thing if it really was. 3o% income is not a small sum for Harry Potter.

"Cheng~www.readwn.com~ I will take the time to write you an operation plan for this book. This operation is not only in the cultural field. You should be mentally prepared. Sponsors have broken the threshold," Ren He said.

Zhou Wumeng didn't know where Ren He's confidence came from, but who would dare to believe that the 16-year-old boy in front of him was the best-selling book kite chaser in China and the author of Kunlun...

Seeing Ren He's young face, Zhou Lao was envious from the bottom of his heart, his youth was flourishing, so good.

He smiled and said, "Then I will formally focus on Qinghe Fund in the future, what will I call you, boss? My boss? Haha!"

Uncle Fang was carrying corn porridge. When he heard that Zhou Lao Guan Ren He was also calling the owner, he almost frightened the bowl in his hand. He suddenly remembered what Cui Qiangqian had told Wan: Don’t listen. Listen, don’t ask what shouldn’t be asked, don’t say what shouldn’t be said...

Things in the city are so complicated!

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