There is no shortage of fame or money. Selling a painting is enough for us to earn a lifetime. What do you use to invite others to join?
After traveling to Somalia last year, the two also opened Weibo and uploaded videos, but so far the video playback volume is only one-tenth of Han Qi's video, and Weibo is only a fraction of others.
Based on all these analyses, she did not think Zhang Xinyu's idea would be successful.
"Why would you consider Han Qi, just because Han Qi is in Norway and is close to us?"
"Of course not."
He began to analyze. "First of all, Han Qi must like to travel. Judging from his current Weibo and videos, he has not yet set foot on the Arctic continent. This may be our opportunity."
As soon as Zheng Qiao came in, he heard Zhang Xinyu talking about Han Qi and said in surprise: "You want Han Qi to come over and be your helper?"
"I don't need help, I just need a companion."
Zheng Qiao didn't believe it because he knew that no matter how many people there were on the ship, there could only be one captain.
Even if Han Qi does not join the team as a sailor, as long as he gets on the ship, he will not feel comfortable even as a tourist. Because there can only be one captain. When the tourist's opinion conflicts with the captain, whose opinion should be listened to?
Don't you still have to listen to the captain?
It’s not like Han Qi has never been on a ship. One of the top ten most viewed works on Station B last month was one posted by Han Qi. That travel documentary about the ocean. Zheng Qiao didn’t believe that Han Qi didn’t understand this principle at sea.
.
So like Liang Hong, neither of them believed in Zhang Xinyu's crazy idea.
This feeling is like a young star who has just debuted and wants to invite Jay Chou as a guest at his concert.
This is no longer a question of how much money to pay.
"No matter what, I have to try. Otherwise, what should I do? Do I really want to go back?"
Zhang Xinyu was unwilling to give in. He also thought about whether he should go out this way in the dead of night. If he didn't stubbornly sail the boat over, Liang Hong would not get seasick and faint, which would put his life in danger, and he would not lose so many friends.
Is it my problem?
No!
If we can get through it, we will definitely be able to get through it.
"In this way, we have two plans. The first is for you to send messages on Weibo and the Icelandic network to see if you can find Chinese people who are proficient in sea navigation. The second is for me to go to Norway to see if I can meet Han Qi.
, try to invite."
Zheng Qiao nodded, he really could give it a try. It would be great if he succeeded, but there would be no loss if he failed.
And if Han Qi joins, it will definitely increase the popularity of the fleet and gain a lot of fans.
So there were only three people left, divided into two parts, and each went to complete his own plan.
At this time, Han Qi had nothing to do and chatted with an old housekeeper about etiquette?
The origin of European etiquette is relatively recent, and it may seem a bit complicated to those who don't understand it. However, as long as you study for an hour, you can understand all the etiquette knowledge by analogy.
After all, they are different from the ancient Chinese concept of governing the country by etiquette. Proper etiquette was the most important thing in ancient China. From the emperor to the common people, everyone could not do without the word etiquette.
This old housekeeper has also heard about this matter, but it was not until chatting with Han Qi today that he realized that there are so many Chinese etiquettes, which can write a very thick book.
"Are there really that many?"
"Of course, and in addition to daily etiquette, there should be no problem with religious etiquette or rituals."
Specifically speaking, it is not just one book, but at least a set of books.
The old housekeeper showed a surprised expression.
Han Qi is very satisfied. He likes to see these foreigners who have never seen the world. In fact, he doesn't understand this very well. He can just talk about it in general terms, but he doesn't have the ability to talk about it in detail.
When I chatted with the butler, I mainly wanted to know some Norwegian customs.
When it was time to finish eating, Han Qi received a call from the company.
"Yang Xue? What's the matter?"
"Boss, there are many people following you on Weibo. I read that a travel group encountered some trouble off the coast of Iceland and posted a Weibo post. Since some of your fans overlap, many people are following you.
Aite you."
"Need help?" he asked, but what help could he provide? Was he short of money?
"What do you want me to do?"
"They didn't mention you on Weibo." Yang Xue added, "Now some netizens are making noise. Anyway, the group of travelers said they had differences with their companions at sea and their companions have finished their journey."
"It's interesting. I'll check it out on Weibo."
Log in to Weibo, and sure enough there are many people on Aite.
‘Help them’
‘Brother Han, take a look at this [Luxing: I actually made a lot of preparations, but I still didn’t expect that there would be so many surprises along the way...]’
Click in and read other people’s Weibo posts.
This is a Weibo account followed by less than one million people. Looking at the messages it has sent out before, it turns out that it has even been to Somalia?
Have courage.
Han Qi has always wanted to go to a place like this. If you go to other peaceful countries and you photograph the scenery, then when you go to a chaotic country like this, what you photograph is the humanities.
It is said that the most beautiful flowers only bloom in the filthiest places. In fact, it is the filth and chaos around them that accentuate the beauty of the flowers.
Han Qi wanted to chat with them, but only saw an email account.
Don't have a phone?
…………
Zhang Xinyu was standing on the street in Oslo, with a call displayed on his mobile phone.
Can't get through.
Han Qi's phone number is not a secret, but if you call it, it will either be out of the server or powered off, because this number will always be in a state of rejecting all unknown calls. If Han Qi doesn't take the initiative to add others, others will not be able to call even if they get the phone number.
So Zhang Xinyu finally found Han Qi's phone number from a friend, but he only got a call that couldn't be reached.
Now there is only one way, and that is to meet Han Qi on the streets of Oslo.
The odds are not low. Many tourists who come to Norway like to do this. There are even some brave tourists who can become Han Qi’s WeChat friends. This is an honor that can be envied in Han Qi’s fan group for a lifetime.
"Oh, now I can only gamble on luck."
Zhang Xinyu knew that Han Qi lived in the palace, but he didn't know when he would come out.
You can't wait outside for one day if you don't come out, and wait here for two days if you don't meet Han Qi for two days, right?
I don’t have an exact figure for when we have to wait.
Do you want to go in and find someone?
He looked at the guard at the door and hesitated, but after all, he was the one who dared to go to Somalia, so he went there immediately.
Guards with spears are nothing. Even thugs with AKs have been talked to more than once or twice by him. The leader of the local armed organization has also threatened them to prevent them from leaving Somalia. In comparison, this group of guards is simply
It's an angel.
He walked over and told the guard to look for Han Qi.
The guard glanced at Zhang Xinyu.
Probably Chinese.
Looking for Mr. Han Qi?
Han Qi came to ask him this way before, right?
He recalled when Han Qi came to ask him, oh, all of a sudden everyone became a prince-in-law, and he was so handsome that he could do whatever he wanted.
The guard looked at the man.
Yeah, he's in good shape.
solid.
"Do you have anything to do with Mr. Han Qi?"
"I am also a traveler from China and would like to invite Mr. Han Qi for a cooperation."
"cooperate?"
The guard looked a little suspicious.
Why don’t we make phone calls when we cooperate? What era has it been?
After asking for his name, the guard walked into the palace and announced.
Han Qi was still painting in her room at this time. She liked the oil painting that she had given to Ingrid on her birthday, and Han Qi had been recognized by them at that time, so she gave her painting to the king and queen.
appreciate.
When the queen saw the beauty standing there with an expectant expression, she had thousands of questions in her heart.
Is this my granddaughter?
It seems so, but no matter how you look at Ingrid, she shouldn't be so beautiful.
So the queen was jealous.
She is the number one fan in the palace. To be honest, without her help, whether Han Qi can enter the king's field of vision is a problem. Now when I saw that Han Qi gave Ingrid such a beautiful oil painting, I just felt
An idea.
Ask Han Qi to send another pair.
But I'm embarrassed to say that I want it.
I asked Han Qi to paint a painting for the corridor on the first floor of the palace as an excuse. Then it can be placed at the front of the corridor. When future guests come to visit the palace, they can see Han Qi's work immediately.
Han Qi is working hard for this painting.
The weather was nice today. The king took Ingrid's brother Hahn to swim. The king really liked this sport, especially after seeing the performance of the athletes in the Winter Olympics. He has always been very happy.
It's just that the number of gold medals is still not as high as that of several big countries today. After all, the population is still too low to compare with the number of people.
"Mr. Han Qi, someone is looking for you."
"Who?"
Han Qi raised his head and asked.
My friend?
It seems that no one has said that they will come to Norway recently. He thought about his recent circle of friends, and then he was suddenly surprised.
Trieste?
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
"It's a man named Zhang Xinyu."
Zhang Xinyu?
Han Qi seemed to have heard of it somewhere, and it was a bit familiar. When he looked back, he remembered the call Yang Xue had made before - wasn't this the person he wanted to call, and he actually found him.
"I know him, let him come."
The guard went out.
Han Qi looked in the mirror for a moment and changed into a coat.
I don’t know when there was a little paint stained on my previous coat, and it was so dark that it looked ugly at the corners.
After two minutes, the guard knocked on the already opened door. Han Qi saw the fat man standing next to him, with a round face and a big belly, wearing a simple down jacket, greeting him.
"Hello."
"Hello, come and sit."
The guard saw Zhang Xinyu entering, nodded to Han Qi, then closed the door and went out.
Zhang Xinyu looked at Han Qi's room.
This room is not as luxurious as Zhang Xinyu imagined. There are no gold-woven bed curtains, no famous paintings, no expensive carpets... etc. It cannot be said that there are no famous paintings.
He saw a work that Han Qi was creating.
Is it the royal palace?
When he came from Karl Johan Street, he passed through the tree-shaded road and entered the square. This was the first thing he saw.
I don’t know how Han Qi created it, but this half-finished painting actually looks so real and illusory.
It is real because this is the building in reality. Anyone who has seen the Oslo Palace will remember what the building is when they first see this painting.
Illusion, it was Han Qi who made the palace, which originally seemed a bit ordinary, look so grand and majestic.
This is still a semi-finished product and many details cannot be seen.
Zhang Xinyu can already imagine what Han Qi's painting will look like after it is completed. It will definitely not be worse than the paintings Han Qi once created.
Would such a person go to the North Pole with me?
Seeing his expression, Han Qi poured him the tea he brought from China, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the rooms in the palace would suddenly be treated like a hotel? Haha, it's a coincidence. I was just looking for your room.
Call me and come here by yourself."
"ah?"
Zhang Xinyu was confused, why was Han Qi looking for his phone number?
Obviously for the sake of immoral kidnapping, he did not mention Han Qi in the Weibo post he sent out. Instead, he talked about some of his experiences and hoped that the Chinese people near Iceland would come to help and complete the record of the yacht landing in the North Pole.
"You don't know?" Han Qi said, "The Weibo you just posted was very popular. Your fans left messages on my Weibo and I saw it."
After Han Qi finished speaking, he shrugged and said: "Unfortunately, I didn't find the contact information in your interface. There is only one email address. I just sent my resume. I want to see if I can help you."
Zhang Xinyu stood up excitedly: "Do you agree?"
"I have no reason to refuse," Han Qi said. "I even took the time to study the sea map. Judging from the route posted on your Weibo, you should be here." He pointed to a small town in Iceland.
"Yes, the ship is being repaired here now."
Han Qi pointed to a piece of sea in front of Iceland.
"There is a storm circling here now. Since it is high seas, I can't find specific data, but generally this kind of storm will not subside in a short time, so it is best to wait for more than ten days and then go there."
Han Qi calculated that he would be able to watch Ingrid's Christmas speech in ten days.
Ingrid, who has the same personality as a little girl, said her New Year's greetings on TV in a serious manner. This kind of scene is not something you can see at any time. After all, her girlish aura is not suitable for the people of Norway to see.
"Ten days? No, no, no, we don't have ten days. We will continue to leave after the yacht is repaired in two days."
"Two days? This storm has just been born. It cannot end in two days."
Zhang Xinyu shook his head, gestured for Han Qi to give him his phone, then zoomed in on the storm area and said: "I have researched it. The storm is caused by the special terrain of Glenling. There is a feature that gives us a chance to pass through it."
This storm."
"Is it just us?"
Han Qi has experience in walking through storms, and Sean is a crazy photographer. In order to take good photos, he actually asked the captain to drive the boat into the storm.
