Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Du Shuangling opened her eyes suddenly and pressed someone's big hand with both hands: "Someone is knocking on the door."

"Um."

Zhang Xuan stretched his wrist to check the time.

10:13

It's so late, who would bother me?

Could it be Zou Qingzhu and Wen Hui?

But these two girls are usually very knowledgeable, and they usually won't come down if it's too late.

The two of them let go, quickly sorted themselves out, and turned on the TV. Zhang Xuan also got up and opened the door.

When the door opened, I was a little surprised to see that it was Zhou Rong who came.

Followed by Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu.

Through the door, Zhou Rong quickly looked at him and asked with a smile: "I didn't disturb your rest, did I?"

Um?

So polite?

Zhang Xuan glanced at Wen Hui, thoughtfully, and then stepped aside:

"No, we were watching TV, and Auntie came in and sat down."

Zhou Rong walked into the room calmly, looked around, and then sat down to chat with Du Shuangling.

Zhang Xuan poured a cup of herbal tea for several people, and sat on a separate sofa nearby to chat with them.

The four women have been together in Shanghai for more than a month. They have become very familiar with each other and speak without too much politeness.

As for Zhang Xuan, as a veteran, he is quite thick-skinned.

Not to mention four women, even four hundred, they can do it without blushing or heart beating.

Unless Mi Jian teases herself.

Unless Wenhui wraps her fingers as softly as in the dream, she will be as motionless as a mountain.

In other words, a dream is a dream.

In reality, can Wen Hui really be as strong and soft as in the dream, making people forget to leave?

Thinking like this, Zhang Xuan glanced at Wenhui without leaving any trace.

Wen Hui seemed to feel his gaze, her small mouth pouted slightly, and she lowered her head to drink herbal tea without looking at him.

Sin! Sin!

I really didn’t mean it, I couldn’t control my damn eyes.

Not strangers and informal, the five of them chatted lively for a short while about the study and life of college students.

When he felt that the atmosphere was about the same, Zhou Rong took out two books from his bag, two of which were "lurking".

He said to Zhang Xuan: "In March, I have admired your name for a long time. Please sign your name for me."

Zhang Xuan was stunned.

Du Shuangling was also stunned, and then there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Zou Qingzhu's eyes wandered between Zhang Xuan and Zhou Rong several times, obviously very surprised. She had been to Wenhui's house and knew that Wenhui's family conditions were very unusual.

Only Wen Hui was not surprised and seemed to have known his mother's temperament for a long time.

Although he was stunned, his reaction was quite fast. Zhang Xuan hurriedly made a polite greeting, signed his name, and added a few nice words.

Looking at the signature and the beautiful words, Zhou Rong stood beside him with a smile and sighed: "This handwriting is really good."

Of course the writing is good. I have practiced calligraphy all my life in my previous life, so it can’t be bad. Zhang Xuan, who was feeling a little proud in his heart, said humbly:

"It's hard to wait for the elegant hall to make my aunt laugh."

Zhou Rong held the book in both hands and read the signature carefully again. He closed the book and asked Zhang Xuan curiously:

"In March, newspapers said that your new book was competing for the Mao Dun Literary Award. Is it true?"

Feeling the four pairs of enthusiastic eyes, Zhang Xuan nodded: "It does happen, but it may not succeed."

Zhou Rong sincerely praised: "Whether it's successful or not, you are already amazing."

Zhang Xuan smiled politely and did not answer.

After a few more words, Zhou Rong saw that it was getting late, and Zhou Rong also said goodbye very discerningly.

On the third floor, return to the bedroom.

After washing up, Wen Hui came to the bed and asked Zhou Rong, who was reading by the bedside: "Mom, are you hiding something from me?"

Zhou Rong asked, "Why did you say that?"

Wen Hui put a pillow behind her back, leaned against the head of the bed and said, "If you just want to sign, I will come forward. There is no need for you to go there in person."

Zhou Rong put down the book and looked at his daughter: "Do you think I'm going to lower the price, or do you think it's easy for me to destroy the reciprocal relationship between your friends?"

Wen Hui looked into Zhou Rong's eyes and said, "None of them. My intuition tells me that you have another purpose."

Mother and daughter looked at each other for a while...

Zhou Rong smiled, and then briefly explained the old man's request to Lin Yuansheng to buy the "lurking" manuscript.

Lin Lai told her: "With Zhang Xuan's new book competing for prizes, his days of hiding behind the scenes are numbered and he will be exposed sooner or later.

Your little uncle will definitely find you by then. "

Wen Hui answered: "So, are you just setting the stage today? Even if the deal doesn't go through, will you be benevolent and righteous?"

Zhou Rong put his arms around his daughter: "Yes, look, mothers love their daughters so much, you don't have to be embarrassed when the time comes."

Wen Hui smiled and remained silent.

The master bedroom on the third floor is chatting, and the master bedroom on the second floor is also chatting.

Seeing the two actors staring at him so eagerly, Zhang Xuan blinked: "Isn't it just a signature? It's not a big deal.

Don't engage in personality worship, otherwise the family will serve you well. "

Du Shuangling raised his eyebrows: "What family law?"

Zhang Xuan's eyes roamed over her body unscrupulously: "What kind of family method, do you want to try it?"

Du Shuangling stared at him with bright eyes. Uncharacteristically, she twisted her body and said, "Come here. I'm like this anyway, so I'm still afraid of you."

Hey, this girl!

Zhang Xuan was too lazy to speak and stepped forward.

The next day, the sky was clear, the sky was clear, the clouds were white, and it was a sunny day.

After putting Wen Tuyuan and Zhou Rong in the car at the South Gate of CUHK, Zhang Xuan followed the three girls for a walk on campus.

Finally returned to the study.

There is no other way. Although I don’t want to write a manuscript for the time being, there is still one thing that has been pressed for too long and needs to be solved.

That is Qian Shili's civil aviation planning book.

To be honest, Zhang Xuan is very interested in the civil aviation industry, but he is definitely not willing to invest heavily.

He's not stupid.

After all, civil aviation is an asset-heavy industry, and the return on investment is far inferior to that of the Internet and real estate. It certainly cannot be regarded as an important industry of its own.

At most, a start-up capital is invested because of hobbies and interests. Whether it can succeed in the future and how it develops depends on Qian Shili's ability. It is up to Qian Shili to figure it out himself.

If Qian Shili is more capable, he will benefit more.

If Qian Shili is a Zhao Kuo-type talent who only knows how to talk on paper and has high ambitions but low abilities, then it won't matter to him. At most, the first investment will be in vain.

He can still accept it if he tries it out for his own interests and hobbies.

As a human being, I can bear it.

After finding the planning book, Zhang Xuan opened it and read it page by page, carefully, carefully, and over and over again.

The day passed like this.

In the evening, Zhang Xuan called Qian Shili and asked: "I read the plan, it's very good. How much start-up capital do you need?"

Qian Shili has been waiting for this call since Zhang Xuan took away the planning book last time.

Because Zhang Xuan didn't reply for a long time, Qian Shili originally gave up hope. But later, Lao Deng put a stack of newspapers in front of him, pointed to a news report and said:

"Zhang Xuan is like March in the newspaper. He is now a famous celebrity, a great writer, and a rich man. He has been very busy recently and has no time to care about your nonsense.

Just wait a little longer. Wait a little longer. When Zhang Xuan is free, he should reply to you. "

Hearing Zhang Xuan's straightforward question, Qian Shili, who had already prepared for it, immediately said: "Time is tight, and if we want to do it, we need to make it bigger. It will require about 2 million start-up capital. I will find a way to raise 400,000 myself."

Zhang Xuan understood instantly: "No problem, I'll take care of the remaining 1.6 million. You prepare all the information first. After I come back from home, let's meet for a drink and a good talk."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news."

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