After rolling on the 1.8-meter big bed, Xiaobao got up happily. He wanted breakfast. There were porridge and meat buns downstairs, which were a good combination.
Especially since I just moved here not long ago, I still haven’t gotten tired of it yet.
Today we have another live broadcast, but there is a legitimate reason, a few water friends want to come over for a face-to-face interview.
At first, it was a rich second-generation man named Xiang Yang in the live broadcast room who suggested it, saying that he had nothing to do after the New Year, so why not get together.
The proposal was seconded by several others.
Every boss contributed gifts worth at least five digits, so it was hard for Xiaobao to refuse. Besides, having multiple friends was not a bad thing. After thinking about it, he simply mentioned it in the book club group, and the last one was
In total, a total of eleven fans will come to meet Ji.
And Xiangyang is even more generous. He also lives in Magic City. After making an appointment, he was so interested that Xiaobao didn't need to do anything.
Xiang Yang was responsible for picking up people, opening the hotel, and even arranged the activities.
If Qin Xiaobao hadn't strongly requested that he pay for the dinner, this meeting would have been a waste of time.
Of course, thanks were needed, and he would go over to meet Xiang Yang later.
To be honest, I'm a little nervous.
After all, there is still a title on his head, an abandoned star. After this period of time, the name Qin Xiaobao has disappeared in the entertainment industry, and the remaining small media occasionally mention it.
I don’t know what they would think if they took off their masks.
With mixed feelings, I waited until half past nine when the phone rang. It was Xiang Yang. He had already arrived outside the community.
Xiaobao dressed up a little and put on his long-lost sunglasses and baseball cap.
As soon as I left the community, I saw a Jaguar parked on the side of the road. A young man wearing a red suit and cropped trousers, who looked a bit slutty, was leaning against the car, holding a cigarette in his hand.
"Hada?"
After seeing Xiaobao, he stamped out his cigarette butts and came up to him.
"Hello, it's me." Xiaobao smiled.
"You are actually so young." Xiang Yang was very surprised.
"Why, you think I'm an uncle?"
Xiang Yang nodded seriously: "To be able to write such a classic song, you must have experience. I didn't expect you to be a genius."
Is it okay to lick like this? You are a rich second generation.
Xiang Yang has said that his family is engaged in trading. He is 25 years old and even if he spends a lot of money, he will not be able to spend it all in his lifetime.
However, the young man worked very hard and graduated from college. He used the funds provided by his family to build a small company of his own, earning several million a year.
"Where are we going now?" Xiaobao got into the car and put on his seat belt.
"Let's go to the villa first. Two people from nearby cities will drive over and they will be there soon. The rest will basically arrive in the afternoon. I have already arranged for someone to pick them up. You don't have to worry."
"Fine."
Xiang Yang studied this interview for several days and found out that those who could come, to put it harshly, were basically considered rich.
It's not that I did it deliberately. The day I chose was not a weekend, and office workers didn't have time at all. Besides, it's okay to give you some gifts, but buying a plane ticket or something on purpose was a bit expensive.
Moreover, the main reason is that Xiaobao has little experience in this. In the future, if conditions permit, he may do it on a larger scale. For now, let’s make do with it.
The venue for the meet-and-greet was a hot spring on the outskirts of the city, and it was impossible to book it.
Xiang Yang explained that they were all bosses, and there was nothing unusual about Magic City for them. It was not as old-fashioned as eating and singing in the city.
The hot spring environment there is good, especially now that the weather is still cold, the bubbles are quite comfortable, and the facilities are complete.
Xiaobao will naturally not have any objections, and it will save trouble if someone arranges it.
Because we often chat in QQ and live broadcast rooms, I don’t feel particularly embarrassed. Plus, they are all young people, so the chat is quite cheerful.
As he spoke, Xiangyang slowed down the car and said, "Hada, I always feel that you look like a human being."
"Nonsense, I am a human being." Xiaobao deliberately interrupted.
"That's not what I meant." Xiang Yang turned to look at him: "I think you are particularly...fuck!"
Halfway through, Qin Xiaobao took off his sunglasses and baseball cap.
"Are you really Qin Xiaobao?"
"Um!"
"Ah..." Xiang Yang sighed and said nothing for a full minute: "It seems there are many stories in it."
"It's not a story, it's just a cruel reality." Xiaobao smiled.
Neither party said it explicitly, but they both knew what the other party meant and were both smart people.
"Wait a minute. I'll explain it when everyone is here. Otherwise, I'll be exhausted if I don't explain it all over again."
"Okay." Xiang Yang nodded simply. He didn't ask questions, which didn't mean he wasn't curious, and he didn't ask questions, which showed respect.
The vehicle drove for about an hour. During this period, Xiangyang answered two phone calls and Xiaobao also chatted for a few words. He was a friend from the next city. He had already arrived in the Magic City and was on his way here.
XX Hot Spring Hotel is more like a resort. After turning into the intersection, your eyes will be filled with green. In two months, it will definitely be full of birds singing and the fragrance of flowers.
The four lanes are surrounded by lush trees, and there is a creek on the side. It can be described as a paradise with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
After driving for ten minutes, it suddenly became clear that several modern buildings were hidden behind the mountains. Looking from a distance, you could still see smoke rising.
Qin Xiaobao got out of the car and stretched. Xiang Yang followed him and took out a cigarette: "Smoke a cigarette?"
"I don't smoke, thank you!"
"Hua Zi."
"don't want."
Xiang Yang puffed away: "Is it because I don't want to smoke for the sake of my throat? It's the singer's insistence, right?"
Xiaobao shrugged, if you like to make up your mind, just make up your mind.
How strict the welfare home was, and besides, there was no money to buy cigarettes at that time.
"I've been here a few times, it's pretty good." Xiang Yang led the way into the lobby: "There are eleven of us. I booked six rooms. You are alone. It combines Japanese and Chinese styles. I remember it right. It seems that there are
There are more than fifty springs with various functions, including KTV, foot bath, bowling, billiards..."
He is like a guide. It is expected that other people will arrive later. Looking at this posture, it will not be surprising if he recognizes the wrong person.
When the two of them were sitting in the room making tea, admiring the scenery, and chatting, the two fans who had called before arrived. They were book friends.
When I saw Qin Xiaobao, I didn't recognize him yet. I was just surprised, eh, why is there only the anchor, what a great author.
Qin Xiaobao stood up: "Hello, I am a husky who will not break up the house, and huskies can sing."
The two were shocked.
"Holy shit, so the so-called good brother is actually the same person?" The older man's eyes widened.
"Wait a minute, are you that Qin Xiaobao?" The younger one is called Zhao Huan, who is also the leader of the Silver Alliance, Darling.
"Well, it's me."
"So, there have never been two people. On top of writing two novels and writing at least 20,000 words a day, you also have to do live broadcasts and write songs?"
"Well...that's right."
"It's so hard." Zhao Huan was very moved: "I guess I sleep less than five hours a day. I think other authors can code two thousand words an hour, which is very fast. It takes at least ten hours, and you have to eat.
There will also be a live broadcast..."
"No wonder." Xiang Yang was moved: "I asked you why I often do pigeons recently. I wrongly blamed you. It's really hard."
Eh?
Qin Xiaobao screamed in his heart, "I'm really not tired. I only need three hours to write novels every day. If you think so, there's nothing I can do about it."