The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 397, a surprise for you (please subscribe!)

   After watching and listening for a while, Zhang Xuan was a little stunned.

  Why does Mark Helmer's design prototype sound a bit like the Sands Hotel in Singapore?

  This hotel consists of three buildings with an open-air super swimming pool overhead, which is very famous in the world.

   But the problem is that it is expensive!

   The most expensive hotel in the world.

   In 2010, the total construction cost was as high as 4 billion pounds.

   How can it cost 3 billion RMB now?

   Shanghai Jinmao Daxia, which just started construction this year, is only 5 billion RMB!

   Thinking of this cost, he almost sentenced the design to death, but Zhang Xuan still listened carefully beside him.

   This is his good habit, and he won't rudely reject other people's achievements halfway through.

   That would be disrespectful to people.

   After listening for about 40 minutes, Zhang Xuan quietly winked at Chen Min next to him and walked out of the shop.

   Chen Min groaned in his heart, looked at Qiu Boren tacitly, and then followed out.

   came outside, Zhang Xuan asked: "How much will this landmark building cost?"

  Chen Min knew what he meant, and said truthfully: "It is still in the stage of theoretical research, and the cost has not been calculated yet."

   Zhang Xuan sighed, "Things look good, but I don't necessarily have so much money."

   Chen Min's mind was sinking to the bottom at this moment. After thinking for a while, he said, "I see, I will discuss with you and figure out the budget as soon as possible."

"it is good."

   After chatting in detail for a few minutes, Zhang Xuan walked directly to the side of the road in order not to hurt himself, and called a taxi to leave.

   "What are you looking for?"

   Just came to the classroom with the book, Zhang Xuan's buttocks hadn't even settled down yet, and Xiao Shi came from the front.

  Xiao Eleven sat down next to each other and said, "Would you like to be on the show for the New Year's Day party?"

   Zhang Xuan is confused: "The day after tomorrow is New Year's Day, aren't you already rehearsing the show, how can you temporarily add a show?"

  Xiao Shishi looked at him with light in his eyes: "Of course others don't have this qualification, but you are an exception."

   Zhang Xuan was speechless: "Who ordered you to come?"

  Xiao Eleven said, "The result of our school's student union's joint negotiation?"

   Zhang Xuan asked: "The school student union? What if I don't go?"

   Little Eleven replied: "You are a great writer, you are the winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award, no one dares to keep their eyes open."

   Zhang Xuan laughed, "I'm going, what's in it for you?"

  Xiao Eleven glanced around, tore a piece of paper, and wrote: No benefit, I will not trade you for a benefit.

   After reading the note, Zhang Xuan thought about writing: Then what are you drawing?

  Little Eleven: With your current status, it will be difficult to see you perform at school in the future. We all want to watch it again.

   Zhang Xuanhui: Let’s talk about it.

   Seeing that he was perfunctory, Little Eleven crumpled the note into a ball, no longer bothered about this topic, and then opened the textbook and listened to the class carefully and took notes.

  Let's talk about it, let's talk about it, on New Year's Day, it was still tricked by Little Eleven.

   She asked everyone on stage, do you want a great writer to sing a song?

The people below    are not too big of a problem, of course they applauded.

   As a result, Zhang Xuan had to take the stage and sang the well-known "The Sound of the Waves".

  Zhang Xuan is an old man and a big celebrity. He can sing wherever he goes, and everyone in the audience laughs and sings along, making it a big chorus scene with a little effort.

  The atmosphere is so hi, the teachers and students here are all carried away.

After the song    ended, Xiao Shi excitedly gave him a firm hug backstage.

   "You sing really well, it feels like a concert being sung by you." Little Eleven whispered in his ear with a smile.

The male host Zhao Liang next to    looked at the two with a smile on his face. He knew what Little Eleven was thinking, and he was no stranger to it.

   It's just that Zhao Liang's heart is silently sour. He himself had a crush on Xiao Eleven, but since he knew who Xiao Eleven likes, he stretched out his hand and ruthlessly crushed his mind!

   Can't compare! Can't be bothered! This is Zhao Liang's idea.

   Zhao Liang felt that he could not offend Little Eleven, and Zhang Xuan also felt that he could not offend her.

  Looking at Wen Hui who was not far from the backstage, Zhang Xuan's soul was about to come out, and he hurriedly said, "It's okay, don't take advantage of me with your clumsy excuse."

  Xiao Shi was dismantled, and Xiao Shi also glanced at Wen Hui not far away from the corner of his eye.

   Seeing Wenhui looking this way, she let go of him and ran to the stage.

   Zhang Xuan frowned, looked at Wenhui silently, and left the backstage without saying hello.

  …

library.

   Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling, Wen Hui, and Zou Qingzhu sat down not long before Xiao Shi sent him a letter.

   Since the New Year's Day party, Zhang Xuan has become wary every time he sees Little Eleven.

  I'm afraid this woman is doing something wrong.

   But he thought too much this time.

   After Little Eleven gave him the letter, he followed Gu Run and Xie Yi to another self-study room.

   "Whose letter?" Du Shuangling glanced at Little Eleven who was far away, and asked with a smile.

   "Rowling's." Zhang Xuan handed the envelope to her.

   "Will I ask you questions again?"

   "Well, I think so too."

   Seeing that Du Shuangling did not answer the letter, Zhang Xuan simply opened the letter.

  This letter is different from the past, much thinner, with only two pages of letter paper in it.

   The first page of stationery is still asking questions as usual.

   is not a matter of details, but a matter of logic at the end.

   And the number of questions is much less than usual, only three.

  The second page of stationery: Rowling told him that Harry Potter was almost finished, and she was very satisfied and thanked him for his teaching these days.

   At the same time, Rowling also said that she had made a decision, but she could not tell him for the time being, hoping to bring surprises to Zhang Xuan in the future.

surprise?

  What surprise? What kind of surprise counts as a surprise?

   Zhang Xuan looked at the letter paper, thoughtfully.

   After thinking about it for a little while, he couldn't think of what the surprise would be, so Zhang Xuan simply didn't want to.

   On the contrary, there is a strange feeling in her heart. Rowling knows herself, and she can be regarded as being driven by herself with butterfly wings.

   The first Harry Potter book, which was originally completed in the second half of 1995, turned out to be half a year ahead of schedule.

  It is conceivable that with his own teachings, Harry Potter today can be considered reborn.

   I just wonder if Rowling will be able to publish it smoothly this time?

   If Rowling became popular in advance, would she still remember her kindness?

   For this question of human heart, especially the human heart of Westerners, to be honest, he is also not sure.

   But the help has been helped, and Zhang Xuan doesn't care that much.

   Anyway, he just throws the bait at will, and he doesn't lose much if the fish doesn't catch the bait.

   At most a few registered postage stamps and letter paper, not worth a lot of money.

  If the fish is really hooked.

   Let’s not talk about the actual economic benefits, at least one more friend is one more way.

   Thinking so, Zhang Xuan picked up the pen and began to reply.

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   (end of this chapter)