Chapter 288

Just a week after dawn, he got up without a dream. He called Ren He and said, "where are you? Come out and discuss something."

Who dares to think that Zhou Wumeng, such a literary magnate, would consult with a 16-year-old in the early morning? It's enough for Ren He to become famous if this matter is exposed.

Today is the weekend. Ren He thought for a moment and said, "you can come to my house directly. It's time to invite you to eat something that you can't eat in the city." then he reported the address to Zhou. Last time when he was burning the bottom of the pot, Zhou couldn't come to the mountain village, but when he came, it was estimated that the scene would explode

When Zhou Lao rushed to Liuhai Hutong, he was stunned to see the two stone lions of grade in front of Ren He's house. How can this boy be so rich?! All he knew was that Ren He made a lot of money when he wrote a book. Kunlun alone made tens of millions. However, this yard can't be bought for more than 10 million yuan.

As soon as he went in, Zhou asked about the smell of the food. Ren He was typing crazily with his notebook in the yard. When Zhou saw Ren He's typing speed, he was stunned: "are you writing a novel?"

"Yes," Ren He said without raising his head. He has been writing for nearly a month, more than 30000 words an hour, three hours a day. It's like walking. Sometimes you will find that you have walked for a long time unconsciously, thinking about other things doesn't affect you at all. And Ren He is now in this state. It's all instinctive to pick up memories from his brain and knock them out with his fingers. His thoughts are floating in other places.

I don't know if it's dual-purpose? It should be OK.

Just looking at his typing speed, Mr. Zhou was a little bit bad: "can you keep up with the way you write novels at this speed?"

"Yes," Ren He said.

"Hiss," Mr. Zhou took a breath. It's a bit abnormal. It's the first time he's seen someone write a novel at the speed of a stenographer

You know, Zhou always knows how hard it is to write. Ren He's a little out of the ordinary. He forgot to come here to discuss something with Ren He.

At this time, uncle Fang came with the plate: "master, the meal is ready."

However, uncle Fang was stunned when he looked up and said, "you are not on TV... My daughter adores you very much."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou," said Ren He with a smile. I didn't expect that uncle fang had met Mr. Zhou, but it's not unusual. Uncle Fang's place is not particularly poor. They already have color TV sets, and it's not unusual to see Mr. Zhou on the news.

"Oh, it's really Mr. Zhou. I'll make it for you and your boss when you're fed up with it." Uncle Fang laughs. He didn't expect that his boss even knows the characters on TV. Maybe he's a big boss, isn't he? It's Zhou Lao's friend and star's girlfriend again... It's so mysterious.

Zhou Wumeng calmly looked at Ren He and said with a smile, "you really have the demeanor of those literary giants in the Republic of China. There is a small courtyard in downtown area. It's quiet, but it's full of smoke and fire. In this courtyard, it's your own world."

He looked at Ren He sitting there. He didn't know why he always felt that Ren He's temperament seemed to have changed a little. That kind of change was like a pool of muddy water suddenly clear, and his manner was also cheerful.

"Ha ha, you don't want to do anything for me soon," Ren He ordered to save and put the computer aside. "Come and taste uncle Fang's craft, the authentic Kyoto farmhouse. When you are used to eating big fish and meat, you will come here to give you clear water."

Looking at the light dishes and pancakes on the stone table, Zhou Wumeng sighed with emotion: "let you live out of the realm first."

"Pull it down, you can stay in the mountains for a long time, that's the realm. I can't stand it after 15 days," Ren He handed his chopsticks to Mr. Zhou. "But you should also pay attention to your health. If you don't like to listen, although Qinghe fund is still in my hands, the problem is that I certainly don't have the energy to manage it. If you are ill, you can't afford it, Who can I trust to give it to? "

This is what Ren He is most worried about now. However, the serious illness of Mr. Zhou reminds Ren He that the reason why he can hand over the Qinghe fund without any worry is that he believes in Mr. Zhou's character, but how many people in the world can believe it?

"Give me the crow's beak less," Zhou said as he rolled the pancakes

"You say you say," Ren He said happily.

"I'm going to resign from Kyoto newspaper," Zhou said solemnly.

"What?" Ren He was shocked. How could it be such a big thing? Mr. Zhou has been the editor in chief of Kyoto newspaper group for 17 years and the chairman of the board for 12 years. How can we say that he is going to resign.

And the biggest question is, why should we discuss this with ourselves? Who are you? Can you discuss this with Mr. Zhou? Not qualified at all, OK.

"I've been in Kyoto newspaper group for a long time. In fact, I should have retired three years ago, but I've been procrastinating. Now things on the side of Qinghe fund are so complicated that I have no experience of managing Kyoto newspaper any more," Mr. Zhou said to himself. "Last year, I spent the last three months in the mountains, and Kyoto newspaper group was in a mess. Now think about it, Now that you have found another goal of dedication, don't be nostalgic and let your position go. I want to devote the rest of my life to the mountains. That's what I care about most. But I still have a question. Can you really make the pancake you painted? If I can, I'll apply for retirement. "

Zhou's biggest consideration now is that if Ren He really keeps Qinghe fund healthy and huge, his energy is obviously not enough, so it is inevitable to focus on Qinghe fund. Ren He thought about it and said, "are you serious?" He probably understood Zhou's idea“ Seriously“ Yes, "Ren He said firmly," I'm sure it will sell well all over the world, and it's far more than kite runners. As for how much more, I really can't explain. Later, you will understand that the two are not the same type of subject matter, nor the same level of commercial value. "“ OK, then I'm relieved. "It's not until this time that Mr. Zhou stuffed the pancakes into his mouth. It seems that as long as Ren he dares to be sure, he dares to be sure. Ren He can't laugh or cry: "it's really a bit of pressure for you to put such a big thing on me."“ When I retire and resign as chairman of the board, your book will not be operated by Kyoto newspaper group. I will operate it for you, and all the income will be counted as Qinghe fund, "Zhou said quietly." it's good to invest more money in Qinghe fund to help people who really need help. " Well, it's just decided to dig out of Kyoto newspaper group, but Ren He thinks it's a good thing if it's true. 30% income is not a small amount for Harry Potter“ Cheng, I'll take the time to write you an operation plan for this book. This operation is not just in the field of culture. You should be prepared. Qinghe foundation was broken by the sponsors, "Ren He said. Zhou Wumeng doesn't know where Ren He's self-confidence comes from, but who dares to believe that the 16-year-old boy in front of him is now the best-selling book kite runner in China and the author of Kunlun... Looking at Ren He's young face, Zhou is always envious from the bottom of his heart. It's really good that he is young. He said with a smile: "then I will focus on Qinghe fund. What do you call me, boss? Owner? Ha ha Fang Shuzheng came over with corn porridge. When he heard that Zhou's manager Ren He was also calling his boss, his bowl was almost scared. He suddenly remembered what Cui qiangqian had told Wan Wan: don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't say what you shouldn't say... The things of city people are so complicated As a rule, have a meal