The entertainment tycoon of the Republic of China

After Mrs. Wen left, Wen Rui still stayed in the study to entertain guests, but Young Master Wen's hospitality was obviously different from normal people's. He sat behind the desk without saying a word, looking at the map on the table and wondering what he was thinking about.

Xie Yan had nothing to talk about and nothing to do, so he picked up the cake on the table and chewed it in his mouth.

The taste of the cakes made by Chef Wen’s is not the same as that of cake shops of later generations. It is probably a combination of the tastes of Chinese people today. The flour content is higher, but they are still delicious.

After an unknown amount of time, when Xie Yan was about to touch the last piece of cake on the table, there was finally movement outside the study.

"Wen Heng is here." First Young Master Wen said concisely, got up and walked towards the door.

...Knowing that my brother is coming, is this reaction normal?

Xie Yan got up while complaining, and soon found that even more abnormal things were still to come.

The door of the study room was opened from the outside, and two young men with similar faces stood facing each other. When they met each other, they immediately changed into the same expression. They both seemed to be smiling but not smiling. come out.

"Why are you in my study?" Wen Heng asked.

"Help you entertain your guests."

Wen Heng heard the words and looked into the room, and met Xie Yan, who was watching the brothers fight with a look on his face.

"..." Xie Yan recalled the taste of cake on his tongue, suddenly felt guilty, and turned his face away.

In someone's house, eating someone's cake and slandering his two sons, seems... not very kind?

"Thank you." Wen Heng turned to look back at Wen Rui, "You can go."

"Yeah." First Young Master Wen didn't show any displeasure, or he never showed any expression, and went out directly.

Xie Yan watched Wen Heng walk into the study and close the door, not at all guilty of driving away her own brother, she was quite speechless.

How should I put it, he is worthy of being the son raised by the Ship King's family?

"Sorry, I've kept you waiting for a long time because of the delay in things outside today." After leaving Wen Rui, Wen Heng finally returned to normal.

"It's okay, I didn't say the specific time." Xie Yan shook his head.

"My mother was here just now?" Wen Heng glanced at the table and asked suddenly.

"Yes, Mrs. Wen came to sit for a while and then left."

Seeing Xie Yan wondering how he knew, Wen Heng pointed to the cake plate on the table, "No one in our family likes to eat this except my mother, only she asks the cook to make it every day."

"..." Xie Yan looked at the only cake left on the table, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

If Mrs. Wen was the only one in the Wen family who ate cakes every day, why did she come to deliver cakes to Wen Rui just now? She also said that she only made cakes today.

In addition, according to what Wen Heng said just now, this study is Wen Heng's room, so it's fine for Wen Rui to help his younger brother choose this place to entertain guests. Why did Mrs. Wen come here with a cake?

Xie Yan had an absurd guess in her heart, that is, Mrs. Wen made such a big show just to meet herself.

But although this is reasonable, it is unreasonable. He and Mrs. Wen have never known each other, and there is nothing worth plotting about him. Why does Mrs. Wen waste so much effort.

"What did mother come to tell you?" Wen Heng asked, looking a little puzzled.

Xie Yan thought for a while, and roughly recounted the conversation between him and Mrs. Wen. Wen Heng stood in front of the table, and the more he listened, the expression on his face became more subtle, and he didn't know what he thought of.

"Probably so...Wen Heng, Wen Heng?"

Wen Heng came back to his senses, but his expression became more and more subtle. He looked Xie Yan up and down carefully several times, and when Xie Yan couldn't help but get hairy, he could barely look away, shook his head and smiled, as if he was in a good mood.

"My mother probably seldom sees that I have friends, so I want to meet you."

"..." Xie Yan looked at Wen Heng speechlessly, and wanted to ask if you believed this kind of nonsense.

Wen Heng raised his eyebrows, expressing his strong belief.

Xie Yan was speechless, and took the initiative to change the topic, saying that he did not have the same knowledge as the second young master of the Wen family.

"Just now your elder brother told me about the Dechun class, please pay attention to me."

"It's just a matter of little effort." Wen Heng shook his head, "Boss Bai will arrive in Hankou in about a few weeks. Although Luo's bearded man is fierce and ruthless in fighting, he is not a person who backtracks on his promises. You don't have to worry too much."

"I got the news yesterday and wanted to tell you right away, but it was inconvenient to say it directly at that time, and I was afraid that the buddy would not convey the message clearly, so I asked you to come here today. Since the elder brother has already said it, I won't repeat it."

"Your elder brother just asked me to thank you if I wanted to. You don't need to thank him. You two brothers are really weirder than the other." Xie Yan made a joke when he thought of First Young Master Wen's words.

"It's only him who is weird, I can't be more normal." Wen Heng also smiled, and suddenly changed the topic, "However, what he said makes sense, how are you going to thank me?"

Wen Heng's temper is very suitable for Xie Yan's appetite. Although the two have not known each other for a long time, they have experienced enough to see each other's character clearly. For friends.

Facing Wen Heng's half-truth and half-false jokes at this time, Xie Yan's poor energy also came up, he spread his hands openly, and made an indifferent gesture, "It's not that the second young master doesn't know about my situation. You have no money and no home, so if you want anything other than a verbal thank you, just pick it from me, and if you pick it, you win."

The young man who only reached his shoulders was wearing a dark green bamboo cloth coat, standing a few steps away, smiling with open arms, the sunlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, illuminating half of his delicate cheeks, and his overly long eyelashes fluttered up and down , as if scratching on the heart.

Wen Heng opened his mouth, but did not make a sound. After a few seconds, he closed his eyes and turned his head slightly.

"Then owe it first, and wait until you have something to thank."

"Owed, owed." Xie Yan didn't notice it, and just took it as a joke, "There is no verbal agreement in the document, and once you owe it, you will owe it to old age."

"..."

"By the way, Wen Heng, how is Kong Chang, the person you brought back yesterday?" Xie Yan suddenly remembered what happened to Mu Xiuxiu and the others yesterday.

"He has an injury on his leg. I asked a doctor to treat him. He should be still in the workshop near the pier. He can only be released after the storm has passed. Do you want to see him?"

"Let's meet if it's convenient." Xie Yan said, Mu Xiuxiu treated him well, and he should treat Kong Chang well.

Wen Heng didn't say anything when he heard the words, he opened the door and went out to give a few orders to the staff around him, and then came back again.

"The workshop is not far from here, and it takes about ten minutes to arrive."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Xie Yan wanted to ask Mu Xiuxiu when he would be able to feel completely at ease, "By the way, where is that boss Chen I met yesterday? Do you know when he will return to Shanghai?"

"Chen Gongsong?" Wen Heng looked at Xie Yan and suddenly smiled, "Don't worry, he won't appear again."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, dead."

Xie Yan shivered, and subconsciously looked at Wen Heng's coat pocket. He hadn't noticed the bulging place just now, but looking at it now, no matter how it looks, it looks like...

"Gun." Following Xie Yan's gaze, Wen Heng took out the pistol in his pocket and handed it to Xie Yan, "But it wasn't the one that killed him."

"..." Xie Yan looked at Wen Heng speechlessly. Does this sentence directly admit that Chen Gongsong died at the hands of the Wen family?

Xie Yan has no sympathy for Chen Gongsong, what the other party has done is worse than a beast, just raping a young girl in public is enough for him to be sentenced to life or even death in later generations.

He is just more powerless in this lawless world where guns and violence are rampant.

"Do you like it?" Seeing that Xie Yan was silent, Wen Heng waved the pistol in front of his eyes.

"I like it." Xie Yan replied subconsciously, there is no man who does not love firearms, Xie Yan never had the opportunity to touch this in his previous life, but it is common in the Republic of China.

"Will it work?"

"will not."

"I'll see you off." Wen Heng took Xie Yan's hand and put the heavy gun in his palm, "It's enough to scare people at ordinary times, I'll teach you when I have time."

Wen Heng gave himself a gun?Is the purpose still to scare yourself?Xie Yan looked at the black weapon lying quietly in his hand exuding a dangerous atmosphere, and felt that his eight-core brain was running a little too fast.

"Say it in advance, Second Young Master, I don't have anything to thank you for."

"Well, we owe it together." Wen Heng smiled.

The author has something to say:

I know that the subject matter of novels in which the protagonist travels to the past cannot avoid a problem, that is, to use other people's things that have not yet appeared as his own works, commonly known as "Wen Chao Gong".

Personally, I have always hated the attribute of Wen Chaogong, and I don’t want to write it like this. If you have read my other Red Mansions, you will know that even the poems written by Daiyu to the hero are original (although they are written very well. Generally), I will never let my protagonist claim that other people's works are written by me.

As written in the copy, this article went through a long period of preparation before it was published. In addition to the 12-word manuscript, I also did a lot of homework for the protagonist's status as an entertainment tycoon.

I can guarantee that all the works that Xie Yan said in the article were written by me are my original works; and the traditional works that appear in the article as the career line develops later, I will also attach them to the corresponding chapters. Science popularization and Amway, such as various drum lyrics, Peking opera, Kunqu opera, Qin opera... feel the beauty of traditional culture with everyone.

So when I saw a reader commenting that Xie Yan is Wen Chaogong in the comment area, I was really shocked. I don’t know if she read something wrong, or thought that the story of "Hankou Romance" was copied?If it's the latter, maybe I should be honored?

Now that there are doubts, then I will simply list my original works in the article, those that have appeared and those that have not yet appeared——

1. "Hankou Romance" (storytelling/drama/movie) [written by Xie Yan]

The Story of the Little Foreigner Girl and the Old Boatman

2. "Prosperity and Hate" (Peking Opera) [Uncle Xie Yan wrote for Bai Luoqiu]

Shangguan Wan'er is humble and dare not forget to worry about the country

3. "The Story of the Dragon" (storytelling/fiction/Peking opera) [written by Xie Yan]

East China Sea Dragon Palace Family Affairs

4. "The Battle of Heaven and Earth" (storytelling/novel/drama) [written by Xie Yan]

A large collection of gods/heroes to save the world

……

The above are the works that I have already confirmed to appear. As the plot progresses, more works will be added.I filled in a lot of arias from Peking Opera, read the lyrics, and wrote some drum lyrics, which will appear together with the corresponding plots in the later stage. When this article is finished, I may be able to make a big summary or something.

All in all, Xie Yan is not a literary tycoon, he is an entertainment tycoon, a business tycoon, he just took advantage of the convenience of the times to make up stories that everyone likes, and then managed these stories successfully.If everyone thinks his story is not good enough, it’s because my ghostwriter’s own mother’s level is limited, but he will definitely not be a copywriter.

As for the image of the characters, I have always felt that there should not be perfect characters in novels, so whether it is this article Gongshou, Mrs. Wen, Miss Wen, Qi Xiuji, and a series of flesh-and-blood characters that will appear later, there will always be characters. his shortcomings.

But I guarantee that their shining points must outweigh their shortcomings, and they will gradually change and grow with the development of the plot. Therefore, before their stories are fully revealed to everyone, please be more tolerant and patient, and do not publish anything that has any meaning. Unbiased, bull-headed and horse-mouthed comments.