The entertainment tycoon of the Republic of China

"Mr. Wen, I will try my best to do this matter, and I will discuss it with you after I think about the story." Xie Yan suppressed the weird complaints in his heart, and nodded seriously.

"Okay!" Mr. Wen stroked his beard happily and smiled, "Many teachers in adult schools are part-time college students, and Ms. An is one of them. If you have anything you need to know, you can ask her."

Xie Yan looked at An Yujing upon hearing this, and the other party gave him a generous smile, "That's why my aunt said that I don't go home every day, I'm too busy."

"Then I'll have to trouble Ms. An a lot in the future." With the theater club and the school, Xie Yan will probably work with An Yujing for a long time in the future.

"It's easy to say." An Yujing nodded, "As long as it is something that benefits the country and the people, no matter how busy I am, I will find time."

Mr. Wen's eyes swept over the three young people present. His identity and status in Hankou allowed him to understand the situation of these young people. An Yujing, who struggled to have unique insights into the economy, and Xie Yan, who just met a genius today, both made him gratified and deeply moved.

"Young people are born in the east like the bright red sun, and I am lucky to have a descendant in China!" Mr. Wen stroked his beard and laughed, his old but clear eyes were full of expectations for the future.

Even if he is old, he may not be able to do more for the country, and he is destined not to see the day when the world is peaceful, but as long as there are batches of ambitious young people in Huaxia, the backbone of this country will never be broken , will definitely wait for the day of re-emergence!

"Xie Xiaoyou, I have grown up for so many years, so I know more than others. If you are free in the future, you can often come to my house to chat with me. I am also very curious about your thoughts." Old Mr. Wen He took out a famous post from his pocket and handed it to Xie Yan.

Seeing this, Xie Yan quickly took it with both hands and put it away properly. It was a surprise to him to be appreciated by this old gentleman with a high status in Hankou academic circles.

"Then if I don't understand anything in the future, I will ask you for advice with a shy face." Xie Yan is not an arrogant person. He knows how high Mr. Wen's vision and insight are in the current world. If he has the opportunity to learn from him If you learn something, you can definitely improve yourself.

"Hahaha, as long as you young people don't think my old man is pedantic and long-winded." Mr. Wen laughed, but no one took it seriously.

If Mr. Wen Qibing, who had a kind and approachable personality and advocated Western learning to save the country with practice, was pedantic, then there would be few enlightened people in this world.

Wen Jiulou has been operating in Hankou for so many years, and he has a deeper understanding of Mr. Wen's status and energy. Seeing that he values ​​Xie Yan so much, he has a much higher evaluation of Xie Yan in his heart. If Xie Yan was recommended by the tour guide, Xie Yan's work as a teacher in Wen's house probably won't last long.

He had to discuss it with Shuang Xia later, and ask Xie Yan how he was treated as a teacher in Wen's family. If possible, it would be right to make a good offer in advance. The students of Mr. Wen's lineage are widely distributed in all walks of life in Hankou, and there are many people. Great, if Xie Yan joins it, his status will be different immediately.

The four of them chatted for a while in the study, mainly Mr. Wen talking about the current situation of all walks of life in Hankou. Yan has benefited a lot, and has a deeper understanding of Hankou in this era.

At lunch time, Mrs. Wen had already arranged two tables of meals in advance, so Xie Yan and the others did not see Mrs. An again. After they finished their meal, the maid came to report that Mrs. Wen had sent all the guests away.

An Yujing and Mr. Wen also planned to leave. Seeing that Xie Yan was worried, An Yujing shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, my aunt's family won't hurt me. I'll stay at her house, just I just want to get my stuff back."

"Then be more careful, and if you need help, just let me know."

"Okay, I'm sure you'll be welcome then."

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After sending An Yujing away, Xie Yan turned around and saw Wen Heng standing behind him with an unsteady expression, Xie Yan touched his nose, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

"Hey, I'll ask Madam if I can ask for leave in the afternoon." Xie Yan coughed, then changed the subject and walked into the building.

When Xie Yan went to find Mrs. Wen, the other party was sitting in the small living room covered with woolen carpet and looking at the account book. Seeing Xie Yan walk in, she hurriedly asked the maid to bring him a big pillow stuffed with camel hair, and brought him another one. Dish of petit fours and hot chocolate.

"I don't have anyone at home to eat these western things with me. They all think it's too sweet. Mr. Xie, try it?"

Xie Yan is an out-and-out sweet tooth lover, so of course she would not refuse.Taking a sip of hot chocolate, Xie Yan squinted his eyes in satisfaction, he thought he would never have the chance to eat these after time travel.

"How about it?"

"Delicious." Xie Yan said concisely, and went to get the cake again.

"I just said that they don't know how to eat good food!" Mrs. Wen nodded in satisfaction, as if she had found a bosom friend, "I'll ask the cook to make a copy for you in the future, so that I won't be the only one at home to eat like this."

Mrs. Wen, who lives in the Xiandang family, looked at Xie Yan more kindly.

"By the way, ma'am, I have something to ask you." Xie Yan swallowed the food in her mouth and started to talk about business, "I want to go out with the second young master to learn how to shoot a gun at the barracks shooting range this afternoon. I wonder if I can take half a day off. Make up the class later?"

"Going to the shooting range? You and Heng'er?" Mrs. Wen's focus was obviously not on making up lessons, "Did Heng'er invite you to go?"

"Second Young Master said that he is free this afternoon and he can teach me how to use a gun."

Mrs. Wen nodded and shook her head again.

It's a good thing for Heng'er to take the initiative to ask someone to go out, but why go to the shooting range to practice guns?Whether it's going out to watch a drama, or going to a foreign restaurant for a meal, it's more suitable for enhancing your relationship than practicing guns, right?

"lady?"

"Since you have already agreed, let's go." Mrs. Wen shook her head, her son had already spoken, so she couldn't say anything more, "The barracks in the suburbs are very windy and much colder than in the city , if you go there, you should wear thicker clothes."

"I seem to have a fox fur cloak here. The wind is not very good, and it looks a bit masculine. I keep it under the box. Why don't you, Mr. Xie, just take it and wear it, so as not to waste it in vain."

Mrs. Wen raised her hand to signal, and Xilian quickly brought over the white cloak from the morning.

"Ma'am, this..." Xie Yan didn't understand why the topic suddenly changed to the cloak.

"Just take it. The wind in the outskirts of the city is not a joke. If it is frozen, there will be more delays. It may take several days to not be able to teach."

Seeing that Mrs. Wen's words were reasonable, Xie Yan thought that the original owner's physical condition was not good and he really needed to pay more attention, so he thanked her again and again and took the cloak away.

The snow-white cloak is covered with fine fluff on the outside, with a cotton lining sewn inside, and a circle of fluffy and soft wind fur on both sides. Xie Yan's stature is not tall now, and after wrapping the cloak, the whole person seems to be sunken. In the fluff, half of the pale face is hidden in the wind fur. Instead of showing dark skin, the lining is more and more lustrous like pearls and jade.

Standing in the courtyard, Wen Heng saw Xie Yan like this when he turned around.

Wrapped in a snow-white cloak, the young man walked step by step, almost blending into the thin snow on the ground, his eyes met, and he smiled softly.

"..." Wen Heng suddenly looked away.

"Wen Heng?"

"It's okay, mother agreed? How do we get there?" Wen Heng changed the subject in a disguised manner.

Wen Heng's question was on point. Wen Ershao usually likes to ride a horse when he goes out, but Xie Yan obviously doesn't, so he can't pull a horse to go with him.

Seeing that Wen Heng seemed to want to take him on a horse like last time, Xie Yan was startled, and immediately shook his head, "You see how convenient it is, anyway, I don't ride a horse."

Just kidding, although he has a dream of galloping a horse, he has to combine it with reality. Now this small body rides a horse against the wind all the way to the outskirts of the city?It is estimated that less than half of the life will be gone.

Seeing Xie Yan's refusal, Wen Heng was a little bit regretful in his heart, but he didn't plan to ride Xie Yan there at first, and agreed with the housekeeper to let the driver get in the car, and leave Wen's house together with the relieved Xie Yan. Go to the barracks.

The cars of this era are not the same as those of the later generations, but they are not much different from the props in the spy war dramas of the Republic of China in the later generations. Although the big black square shape is bulky, the interior space of the car is very spacious. Xie Yan sat in the back row Looking out of the car from the window, Hankou a hundred years ago is like an ancient picture scroll, flowing in front of his eyes at a constant speed.

The car set off from Wen's compound, drove along the river, passed the bustling and busy wharf, hotels where foreigners come and go, and all kinds of people coming and going. After about half an hour, they finally arrived near the military camp in the suburbs.

The defense of the barracks was very strict, even Wen Heng didn't have the privilege to enter directly, after the driver stopped the car by the side of the road, Wen Heng got out of the car and bought a paper bag of fried chestnuts with sugar at the roadside stall, and handed it to Xie Yan when he came back.

"Warm your hands, I'll go find Big Brother."

"it is good."

Xie Yan poked his hands out of the cloak and held the bag of fried chestnuts in his palm, his cold hands immediately warmed up.

In his previous life, all the relatives around him left early, and he struggled alone until he was in his thirties, and became famous. In fact, he was not used to the feeling of being taken care of by others, but everything Wen Heng did was just right, natural and measured, which made people fundamentally Can't fault it, don't feel the slightest discomfort.

Xie Yan was sitting in the car with sugar-fried chestnuts, while Wen Heng walked towards the barracks. After identifying himself with the guards, after about ten minutes, Young Master Wen came out in military uniform.

"A date at the military camp?" Wen Rui looked at his younger brother indifferently, and only those who were very familiar with him could see the teasing in his cold expression.

"I saw that Miss An whose mother wanted to marry you at home this morning." Wen Heng didn't comment, but changed the subject instead.

Sure enough, Wen Rui frowned slightly when he heard the words, "Did mother invite someone to come home directly?"

In fact, he didn't have much intention of getting married, but if Mrs. Wen did so, if they didn't get married in the future, the news of today's news might not be good for that Miss An's reputation.

"Don't look down on me too much. That Ms. An is a lady who is praised by Mr. Wen Qibing. In my opinion, she is even better than you." Wen Heng raised his chin and smiled deliberately, "It's a pity that she seems to be I didn't like you, and directly rejected the marriage with my mother, you can rest assured."

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