I Am a Big Player

Zhou Wumeng got up just after dawn, and he called Ren He and said, "Where are you, come out to discuss something. LiewenwangWw』W.LieWen.Cc"

Who would have thought that a literary figure like Zhou Wumeng would have a serious discussion with a 16-year-old boy early in the morning? Just the exposure of this matter is enough for Ren He to become famous.

Today is the weekend, Ren He thought for a while and said: "You always come to my house directly, just to treat you to something that you can't eat in the city," he said, and reported the address to Mr. Zhou. Old man Zhou couldn't come in the mountain village, but when he came, the scene exploded...

When Mr. Zhou rushed to Liu Hai Hutong, he was stunned when he saw the two high-grade stone lions in front of Ren He's house. Why is this kid so rich? ! He only knew that Ren He made a lot of money writing books, and he earned tens of millions of dollars from just one copy of Kunlun, but this yard can't be bought for more than 10 million.

As soon as he walked in, Mr. Zhou asked about the smell of the food. Ren He was holding his notebook in the yard and typing crazily. Mr. Zhou was taken aback when he saw how fast Ren He was typing: "Are you writing a novel?!"

"Yes," Ren He said without raising his head. He has been writing for almost a month, more than 30,000 words an hour, and three hours a day. It's like walking. Sometimes you will find that you are unconscious. After walking for a long time, thinking about other things doesn't affect me at all. And Ren He is in this state now, extracting memories from his brain and tapping them out with his fingers is all instinctive, and his thoughts are drifting elsewhere.

I don't know if this counts as dual-purpose? It should be fine.

It's just that Zhou Lao looked at his typing speed and felt a little uncomfortable: "You can write novels at this speed, can you keep up with your thinking?"

"Yes," Ren He said confidently.

"Hiss," Mr. Zhou gasped. This is a bit too perverted. This is really the first time he has seen someone write a novel at the speed of a recruiter...

You know, Mr. Zhou always understands how difficult it is to write. Ren He's speed is a bit unreasonable, okay? He almost forgot what he wanted to discuss with Ren He when he came here.

At this time, Uncle Fang came over with a plate: "Boss, the meal is ready."

However, Uncle Fang looked up at Elder Zhou and was stunned: "You are not on TV...my daughter admires you very much."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou," Ren He said with a smile. I didn't expect Uncle Fang to meet Mr. Zhou, but it's not unusual. Uncle Fang's place is not particularly poor, and there is a color TV for a long time. You can see it on the news. Elder Zhou is not unusual either.

"Ouch,

It’s really Mr. Zhou, I’ll make it for you and my boss when you’re slowly running out of food,” Uncle Fang burst into laughter, he didn’t expect his boss to know the characters on TV, so his boss probably has a lot of background ?Old Zhou as a friend, and a celebrity as a girlfriend...It's so mysterious.

Zhou Wumeng looked at Ren He calmly, looked at him and smiled: "You are really a bit like those writers in the Republic of China now. There is a small courtyard of your own in the downtown area, which is quiet but not smoky. In this courtyard It's your own world inside."

He looked at Ren He sitting there, and for some reason, he always felt that Ren He's temperament seemed to have changed a bit, that change was like a puddle of muddy water suddenly became clearer, and his expression became more cheerful.

"Haha, don't get me wrong soon," Ren He clicked save and put the computer aside: "Come and taste Uncle Fang's craftsmanship, authentic Kyoto farmhouse, come here when you are used to eating big fish and meat when socializing Clean up the oil and water for you."

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

"Put it down, you can stay in the mountains for so long, that's the realm, I can't stand it after 15 days," Ren He handed the chopsticks to Mr. Zhou: "But you should also pay attention to your body, To tell you something you don’t like to hear, although the Qinghe Fund is still in my hands, the problem is that I definitely don’t have the energy to manage it, if you get sick, who can I trust it to?”

This is what Ren He is most worried about now, but Mr. Zhou's serious illness has reminded Ren He. Isn't the reason why he can hand over the Qinghe Fund without any worries because he believes in Mr. Zhou's character? But how many people in this world can you trust?

Mr. Zhou said while burritos: "Don't give me the crow's mouth, I'm here today to discuss business."

"Say what you say," Ren He said cheerfully.

"I'm going to resign from Jingdu Newspaper," Mr. Zhou said solemnly.

"What?" Ren He was startled, it turned out to be such a big deal? Mr. Zhou has been the editor-in-chief of the Jingdu Newspaper Group for 17 years and the chairman of the board for 12 years. How can he resign?

And the biggest question is, why should I discuss this matter with myself? What kind of onion are you? Can you discuss this with Mr. Zhou? Not qualified at all.

"I've been with Jingdu Newspaper Group for a long time. In fact, I should have retired 3 years ago, but I have been procrastinating. Now the affairs of Qinghe Fund are so complicated that I have no experience to manage Jingdu Newspaper anymore. "" Mr. Zhou said self-consciously: "I spent the last three months in the mountains last year, and the Jingdu Newspaper Group was almost in chaos. Now that I think about it, since I have found another dedication goal, don't miss it. , give up the position. I want to dedicate the rest of my life to the mountainous area, which is what I care about most, but I still have a question, can you really make the big pie you drew? If Yes, then I will apply for retirement."

The biggest question Mr. Zhou is thinking about now is that if Ren He really keeps the Qinghe Fund healthy and huge all year round, his current energy is obviously not enough, so it is inevitable to focus on the Qinghe Fund.

Ren He thought for a while and said, "Are you serious?" He probably understood what Zhou Lao was thinking.

"seriously."

"Yes," Ren He said firmly, "I'm sure it will be sold all over the world, and it is a kite chaser. As for how much it will sell, I really can't explain it. You will understand later that the two are not the same type of subject matter. , nor a level of commercial value."

"Okay, then I don't worry," Zhou Lao put the burrito into his mouth until this time, as if Ren He could be sure as long as he was sure.

Ren He was a little bit dumbfounded: "It's really a little stressful for you to put such a big matter on me."

"When I retire and resign from the post of chairman, your book will not be operated by Jingdu Newspaper Group. I will operate it for you, and all income will be counted as Qinghe Fund," Mr. Zhou said calmly: "One more It is also good to put money into Qinghe Fund to help those who really need help."

Well, just decided to come out of the Jingdu Newspaper Group and started poaching, but Ren He felt that it would be a good thing if this was the case. 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 time the operation is not just in the cultural field. You should be mentally prepared. The Qinghe Foundation has been broken through by those sponsors." Yes," 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 the author of the best-selling book in China, The Kite Runner and Kunlun...

Seeing Ren He's youthful appearance, Mr. Zhou always envied him from the bottom of his heart, youth is in full bloom, that's great.

He laughed and said, "Then what will I call you after I formally focus on Qinghe Fund, boss? Owner? Haha!"

Uncle Fang was coming over with corn porridge. Suddenly, when he heard Mr. Zhou Guan Renhe was also called Dongjia, the bowl in his hand was almost frightened away. Listen, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't say what you shouldn't say...

Things are so complicated for city people!

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