Zhou Wumeng got up as soon as it dawned. He called Ren He and said, "Where are you? Come out to discuss something."
Who would have dared to think that a literary giant like Zhou Wumeng would have a serious discussion with a 16-year-old boy early in the morning? Just the exposure of this matter is enough to make Ren He famous.
Today is the weekend. Ren He thought for a while and said: "You can come directly to my house. I'll treat you to something that you can't usually eat in the city." After saying that, he gave Mr. Zhou his address. The last time he burned the bottom of the pot,
At that time, Mr. Zhou was in the mountain village and couldn't come, but when he came, the scene would probably explode...
When Mr. Zhou rushed to Liu Hai Hutong, he was stunned when he saw the two high-grade stone lions in front of Ren He's house. How could this kid be so rich?! He only knew that Ren He was actually very profitable writing books. Just a copy of Kunlun
I made tens of millions, but this yard cannot be bought for more than ten million.
As soon as he walked in, Mr. Zhou asked about the smell of the food. Ren He was holding a notebook in the yard and typing frantically. Mr. Zhou was stunned when he saw Ren He's typing speed: "Are you writing a novel?!"
"Yes," Ren He said without raising his head. He has been writing for almost a month, more than 30,000 words an hour, three hours a day. It's like walking. Sometimes you will find that you are unconscious.
After walking for a long time, thinking about other things did not affect him at all. And Ren He was in this state now. Retrieving memories from his brain and tapping them out with his fingers was all instinctive, and his thoughts were wandering elsewhere.
I don’t know if this counts as dual-tasking? It should be fine.
But Mr. Zhou felt a little uncomfortable when he saw his typing speed: "You are writing a novel at this speed, can you keep up with your ideas?"
"Yes," Ren He said confidently.
"Hiss," Mr. Zhou gasped. This is a bit too perverted. This is really the first time he has seen someone write a novel at the speed of a stenographer...
You know, Mr. Zhou knows best how difficult it is to write. Ren He's speed is simply beyond the norm, so he has almost forgotten what he came here to discuss with Ren He.
At this time, Uncle Fang came over with a plate: "Master, the meal is ready."
However, when Uncle Fang looked up and saw Mr. Zhou, he was stunned: "You are not on TV...my daughter admires you very much."
"Yes, Mr. Zhou," Ren He said with a smile. He didn't expect Uncle Fang to have met Mr. Zhou, but it was not surprising. Uncle Fang and his family were not particularly poor in their place. They had color TVs for a long time. They could see it on the news.
Mr. Zhou is not unusual either.
"Oh, it's really Mr. Zhou. If you don't eat enough, I'll cook it for you and my boss." Uncle Fang smiled broadly. He didn't expect that his boss actually knew the characters on TV. Then his boss might have a different background.
Not too young, right? Having Mr. Zhou as your friend and a celebrity as your girlfriend... is so mysterious.
Zhou Wumeng looked at Ren He calmly, and smiled as he looked at him: "You really have the magnanimity of those literary giants in the Republic of China now. You have your own small courtyard in the downtown area, which is quiet but still has the atmosphere of fireworks. In this courtyard
It’s your own world inside.”
He looked at Ren He sitting there, and for some reason he always felt that Ren He's temperament seemed to have changed a bit. The change was like a puddle of muddy water that suddenly became much clearer, and his demeanor became much more cheerful.
"Haha, don't bother me," Ren He clicked to save and then put the computer aside: "Come and try Uncle Fang's cooking, an authentic Kyoto farmhouse. If you are used to eating big fish and meat when socializing, come here.
Let me clean up the oil and water for you."
Zhou Wumeng looked at the light side dishes and pancakes on the stone table and sighed: "You have to live out the realm first."
"Come on, you can stay in the mountainous area for so long. That's your state. I stayed there for 15 days and I couldn't stand it anymore." Ren He handed the chopsticks to Mr. Zhou: "But you should also pay attention to your health.
To tell you what you don’t like to hear, although Qinghe Fund is still in my hands, the problem is that I definitely don’t have the energy to manage it. If you become ill, who can I safely leave it to?"
This is what Ren He is most worried about now. However, Mr. Zhou's serious illness has reminded Ren He. The reason why he can hand over the Qinghe Fund without any worries is because he believes in Mr. Zhou's character.
But how many people in this world can be trusted?
Mr. Zhou said as he rolled the cakes: "Don't give me the crow's mouth, I have serious business to discuss today."
"You say it, you say it," Ren He said cheerfully.
"I am ready to resign from the Kyoto newspaper industry," Mr. Zhou said solemnly.
"What?" Ren He was shocked, it turned out to be such a big thing? Mr. Zhou has been the editor-in-chief of the Kyoto Newspaper Group for 17 years and the chairman for 12 years. Why should he resign?
And the biggest question is, why should I discuss this matter with myself? Who am I to be able to discuss this with Mr. Zhou? I am not qualified at all.
"I have been with Kyoto Newspaper Group for a long time. In fact, I should have retired three years ago but I have been putting it off. The affairs of Qinghe Fund are so complicated that I no longer have the experience to manage Kyoto Newspaper Group.
," Mr. Zhou said to himself: "I spent the last three months of last year in the mountains, and the Kyoto Newspaper Group was almost in chaos. Now that I think about it, now that I have found another goal of dedication, I shouldn't miss it anymore.
, give up the position. I want to devote the rest of my life to the mountains. That is what I care about most. But I still have a question, can you really make the pie you drew? If
If I can, then I will apply for retirement."
The biggest problem Mr. Zhou is thinking about now is that if Ren He really wants Qinghe Fund to maintain healthy and large 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 moment and said, "Are you serious?" He probably understood what Mr. Zhou was thinking.
"seriously."
"Yes," Ren He said firmly, "I'm sure it will sell well all over the world, and it will be far better than The Kite Runner. As for how much more, I really can't explain. You will understand later that the two are not the same type.
The subject matter is not the same level of commercial value."
"Okay, then I'm relieved," Mr. Zhou only then put the burrito in his mouth into his mouth, as if Ren He dared to be sure as long as he was sure.
Ren He was a little dumbfounded: "It's really a bit stressful for you to put such a big thing on me."
"When I retire and resign as chairman, your book will no longer be operated through the Kyoto News Group. I will operate it for you, and all income will be counted as Qinghe Fund." Mr. Zhou said calmly: "One more
It’s also good to invest some money into the Qinghe Fund to help people who really need help.”
Yes, I just decided to start poaching from Kyoto News Group, but Ren He thinks it would be a good thing if this is the case. 30% of the income is not a small amount for Harry Potter.
"Okay, I will take the time to write you an operation plan for this book. This operation is not just in the cultural field. Please be mentally prepared. The Qinghe Foundation will be overstepped by those sponsors.
Yes," Ren He said.
Zhou Wumeng didn't know where Ren He's confidence came from, but who dared to believe that the 16-year-old boy in front of him was the author of the best-selling domestic book The Kite Runner, Kunlun...
Looking at Ren He's youthful appearance, Mr. Zhou felt envious from the bottom of his heart. He was so young and in full bloom, so good.
He smiled and said: "Then what will you be called when I officially focus on Qinghe Fund? Boss? Boss? Haha!"
Uncle Fang was coming over with corn porridge when he suddenly heard Mr. Zhou calling Ren He his boss. He almost dropped the bowl in his hand. He suddenly remembered what Cui Qiang Qian and Wan had told him: Don't listen to things you shouldn't.
Listen, don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, don’t say what you shouldn’t say…
