What celebrity wives hate is my vest and not me

Chapter 165 The second step of the plan
The next day, Qin Feng drove to the National Museum.

Parking is prohibited on the road in front of the National Expo, and the main entrance is only open to tourists, who cannot enter without an appointment, so Qin Feng saw Zhou Jin who was waiting early at the side entrance of the National Expo office building.

After entering the park, there were two pine trees in front of the side door, with strange and solemn shapes. Zhou Jin sat on the bench under the trees, leaning on the back with her head tilted, reading a book.

The pine needles on the pine tree fell on his shoulders without even noticing it. When Qin Feng walked to the side, Zhou Jin didn't even notice.

It wasn't until he reached out to take out a pine needle that fell into Zhou Jin's neck that Zhou Jin came back to his senses.

Seeing that it was Qin Feng, Zhou Jin quickly closed the book and said, "Sir!"

"How long have you waited?"

"Not long ago." Zhou Jin smiled elegantly.

Qin Feng also laughed, "When I was reading this "Jiandeng Xinhua" in your study last night, the bookmark was still inserted on the second volume. I just glanced at it and saw the end volume, right? I'll keep you waiting. ”

Zhou Jin's face blushed when she heard the words, and she held the book between her hands, before choking out a sentence: "Mr. is knowledgeable, and you can tell where the content is in the book at a glance."

Qin Feng shook his head, thinking that his level 10 thinking ability should not be forgotten, at least he can clearly understand the content of the books he has read.

This "Jiandeng Xinhua" can be regarded as a relatively famous novel in the Ming Dynasty. He has two editions of vernacular and classical Chinese at home. When he has read enough of the content, he often looks through it to learn some ancient words and sentences by comparison.

"Although the sages' books say to be honest, sophistication is not a lie." Qin Feng patted Zhou Jin on the shoulder and said with a smile, "The first lesson I'll teach you is not to read rote books. Emotional intelligence is a good thing... Let's go." Let's go see the curator, thanks to you for helping me make an appointment today, I have to say thank you."

"Sir, you don't have to be polite to me. It's only natural for a student to help the teacher."

Zhou Jin stuffed the book into the schoolbag she was carrying, and walked into the side door with ease.

It seemed like this wasn't his first time here.

Now is the time to go to work. Many employees in the office building have arrived one after another. It can be seen that this top-notch tourism department has very high requirements for dress. Qin Feng has a large number of circles. The men are all leather shoes and collared shirts, and the women are all wearing leather shoes. They are all in business attire, it is rare to see people in casual clothes like him and Zhou Jin.

So soon they became the focus.

But soon Qin Feng found that they were very respectful after seeing Zhou Jin. Outsiders like himself entered the office building of the National Expo, and there was no one who came to ask questions along the way, which was smoother than his stroll in Guanhai TV.

Zhou Jin led Qin Feng to turn left and right, and arrived at an office with the nameplate at the door saying "Propaganda Department".

Knocking on the door, Zhou Jin pushed the door open and entered. A middle-aged man with short stature and looking very capable was frowning and typing on the keyboard. Seeing Zhou Jin coming in, he was obviously taken aback.

"Young Master Zhou?"

"I'm here to find the curator." Zhou Jin said, "On the phone last night, he said that he came late today and told me to come to you first when I arrive."

"Is there something wrong, Young Master Zhou?"

The man hurriedly got up to give up his seat to Zhou Jin, and then glanced at Qin Feng who was following Zhou Jin.

Qin Fengsheng is handsome and unrestrained, and from his appearance, it can't be seen that he is already in his third year. He looks like a sunny and handsome college student. This man regards him as Zhou Jin's friend.

Since it was Young Master Zhou, he naturally had to be polite and pulled a chair over for Qin Feng while he stood beside him.

"It's about promoting the museum. I heard that there are recent support projects to vigorously develop tourism and cultural promotion. The director of the museum handed this matter over to your propaganda department."

"It's true, Young Master Zhou is very well informed." The man scratched his hairless head with a sad expression on his face.

"It's just that the funds are not only allocated to our National Expo, the Meridian Gate across the road, the Summer Palace dozens of kilometers away, and the Great Wall that is crowded with people every year. In short, every scenic spot in the capital has to be divided, and there is not much to share. gone."

The man sighed and said, "The budget is small but the performance must be achieved. I have been devastated in writing and planning these days... Zhou Shao, did you come to the curator for this matter?"

Zhou Jin looked at Qin Feng, who nodded, and then said to the man: "My husband wants to cooperate with you."

"Cooperation?" The man moved his ears, first heard what he was interested in, and then wondered: "Your husband?"

Qin Feng stood up and smiled: "I want to cooperate with your museum, and I'm here to help with the promotion of tourism... I'm here to bid."

"You are……"

"My name is Qin Wuxiang." Qin Feng introduced himself with a smile.

In his eyes, the process of the man's expression changing from doubt to shock is almost in slow motion, because the muscles that are affected by the change of expression are so distinct.

So Qin Feng not only sighed in his heart, but the name Qin Wuxiang was much easier to use than Qin Feng when he came out of Guanhai's one-acre land.

"Are you Qin Wuxiang?!"

It was called you just now, but now it is called you directly, and Qin Feng feels uncomfortable seeing the man's awe-inspiring look.

"Let's go to the conference room to talk!"

The man went out first, and shouted towards the empty corridor at the door: "That whoever, make three cups of tea and send it to the meeting room, and take a few extra copies of the souvenirs we prepared for the Double Ninth Festival!"

After that, he politely led Qin Feng to the meeting room, and soon the tea and gifts were prepared.

He had no doubts at all whether Qin Feng was the real Qin Wuxiang, and the person Zhou Jin brought over was absolutely impossible to be a fake.

"Hi Teacher Qin Wuxiang, my name is He Wenzhao, you can call me Xiaohe."

"Hi, Director He."

The two shook hands. He Wenzhao put his fists on the table and rubbed his thumbs back and forth: "Teacher Qin Wuxiang is here to discuss cooperation?"

"Yes, as a literati, of course I have to contribute to the promotion of traditional culture."

"Worthy of being a cultural person, his ideological consciousness is higher than that of ordinary people like us."

He Wenzhao exchanged pleasantries with Qin Feng for a while, and tentatively asked: "I personally agree with the matter of cooperation. Teacher Qin Wuxiang asked your team to contact us and send us the proposal and quotation. If there is no problem, I will Go and report to the curator, and the matter will be settled."

Qin Feng was slightly startled: "My team?"

"That's right," He Wenzhao nodded: "The publicity team, whether it's under your name or others, as long as it's introduced by you, I'll give priority to planning."

When Qin Feng heard the words, he knew that the other party had misunderstood something, thinking that he had entrusted Zhou Jin's relationship to come through the back door.

"I don't have a team." Qin Feng said with a smile: "I really just want to help with publicity. I'm not familiar with quotations or anything, and I'm not short of money, so just treat it as making friends."

This time it was He Wenzhao who was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"I'll write a few articles to help you promote it. I don't charge any money. I just hope that you can allow me to freely enter and leave the museum. If there is any effect, it will be good to admit that it is my credit."

"This……"

Qin Feng was dumbfounded by saying a word to He Wenzhao, he looked at Zhou Jin without knowing why, and the latter was very calm.

"Mr. has made it very clear. Go to the museum and write a few articles to help promote it. You don't need money, just reputation."

He Wenzhao scratched his head again and pondered for a while.

Qin Feng was not in a hurry, he drank tea slowly and waited for him to think about it.

"Okay, I'll ask the staff to give you two work cards later, and you can enter and leave the museum at will at any time of the day...but the rules in the museum must be followed, and you are not allowed to touch cultural relics."

He Wenzhao put on a very serious expression and tone: "Teacher Qin Wuxiang should be a smart person, and you know how to measure, Mr. Zhou. Every piece of cultural relic is priceless and has special historical significance. If it is damaged, no one can bear it." rise."

Qin Feng stood up and shook hands with him again: "I will not disappoint Director He."

Qin Feng and Zhou Jin left, they came too early in the morning and neither of them had a meal, so the master paid for Zhou Jin to have a good meal nearby.

He Wenzhao was thinking about this matter in the office, but he really couldn't figure out what Qin Wuxiang wanted to do. After hearing that the curator was coming to work, he hurried to the curator's office.

"Curator, curator!"

"What happened, Xiaohe, are you so anxious?"

The curator, a little old man in his sixties, had just put down the briefcase in his hand when he heard He Wenzhao shouting and pushing the door in. He frowned and asked, "What did Zhou Jin ask you for?"

He is a student of Zhou's family. Although the teacher passed away a few years ago, he must repay his kindness. In addition, the teacher liked Zhou Jin very much during his lifetime, so he has always had a good relationship with Zhou Jin.

No need to think about it, it was Zhou Jin who said something to He Wenzhao, and he was in such a hurry.

But He Wenzhao shook his head: "It's not Zhou Shao, it's Qin Wuxiang!"

"Qin Wuxiang?" The curator was taken aback, "Qin Wuxiang is..."

He thought about it for a while, only to feel that the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

He Wenzhao quickly explained: "Writing science fiction, "Water Drop", "Spherical Electric Cloud", "The Wandering Earth"?"

"Oh, it's him." The curator suddenly realized, nodded and asked, "What's going on?"

"Master Zhou brought him here..." He Wenzhao told the curator everything about the conversation in the meeting room, but this time the curator was stupefied.

"You said that this science fiction writer wants to promote it for us?"

"No money yet." He Wenzhao added.

The curator thought for a moment, took out the thermos cup and blew on the heat, drank some water, and didn't speak for a long time.

He Wenzhao asked cautiously: "I gave them work badges and asked them to wander around the museum. This matter..."

"Anyway, you don't need money, just follow them." The curator pondered for a long time, and then said: "There are security guards in the museum, and the tempered glass bullets of those cultural relics can't pierce them. Besides, Zhou Jin has a sense of propriety, let them go. "

After finishing speaking, the curator glanced at He Wenzhao, and said earnestly: "In addition, the proposal for the support plan should be done quickly, and contact the publicity team as much as possible, all over the country, as long as it can make achievements... This support plan is very important, we must Come up with decent grades, otherwise..."

The curator frowned, looking distressed.

It is necessary to make an appointment in advance to visit the National Expo, which is the case for most of the capital's attractions.

In the past few years, the daily reservation quota of 3 people in the museum has often been insufficient. Recently, some tourism economies have recovered with great difficulty, but in the off-season except for holidays, the number of people who want to make reservations on weekdays can only be filled in the afternoon.

He Wenzhao nodded, and said solemnly: "The plan is already being written, and the team is also in contact. It's just that the funds are tight, so I'm afraid there won't be the expected results... Director, I think you don't seem very optimistic about Qin Wuxiang's help?" The curator is getting old, and he is only a few years younger than Mr. Wang. People of his generation are more recognized along the way than those old-fashioned writers, those who wrote "Red Sorghum" and "To Live".

Qin Wuxiang's audience was young people, so the curator only thought his name was familiar at first, and couldn't even remember it for a while.

The curator shook his head when he heard the words: "A writer who writes science fiction, who knows history? I guess he only wrote a few travel notes... What's the use of a few travel notes? If they are useful, why don't other scenic spots invite writers to write travel notes? Xiaohe, don’t get your hopes up too much, just treat it as Zhou Jin’s playfulness, important things like support policies have to be done step by step, and we will do what other scenic spots departments do. The premise of achieving results is not to make mistakes. "

He Wenzhao scratched his head when he was told by the curator, and the hope that Qin Wuxiang would have expected to descend from heaven was also extinguished.

The curator is right, not making mistakes is the most important thing, and a science fiction writer is not very suitable for a museum!
"If you can help promote the space museum, it will be a victory if you get more tourists." He Wenzhao sighed and murmured.
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"Sir, do you have a bad appetite?"

“I’m not very used to the food in the capital.”

Qin Feng looked at the bowl of soybean juice on the table, frowned and waved his hand with a wry smile. Just now he took a sip while pinching his nose, and he was sure that he would never let this thing on his table again for the rest of his life.

Zhou Jin drank very neatly. After all, she was born and bred in the local area, and she was used to the diet.

It's just that even while eating, Zhou Jin was reading "Jian Deng Xin Hua" with her hands in her hands, and she had already finished reading the last volume in one breakfast.

The two left the hotel and rushed to the main entrance of the National Expo. Qin Feng asked as he walked, "Will you read the book a second time?"

"Yes, every time you reread it, you will have a new experience."

"Then you might as well take some notes when you read it for the first time, and write it next to the sentence, which will help you understand it better...I see that the books on your shelf are clean and as good as new."

"I was always afraid of getting the book dirty, so I didn't dare to write on it."

Qin Feng smiled and rubbed Zhou Jin's head: "It's not a good thing if the book is too clean. If the book is clean, the inside of the head will also be clean. At least something should be left after reading it."

"Sir, when did you start teaching me to write?"

"Start today."

Entering the main entrance of the National Expo, it is not yet the opening time of the scenic spots, so there is no one else in the museum except a few tour guides and security guards.

The lights in the empty museum were dim, and only those booths were shining with white light, as if pieces of cultural relics were telling the two of them their glory in the long river of time in the dark night.

The historical area of ​​the National Expo is Datou, which displays the representative cultural relics of each era in chronological order from the primitive society to the Qing Dynasty.

Standing in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States exhibition area, Qin Feng took out a laptop from his bag, "Next, I plan to spend a whole day visiting all the exhibition areas, selecting some representative and visually striking cultural relics, and writing about them. The story behind it. I will also choose a few familiar ones for you to write, and write with confidence and boldly, and I will guide you according to your writing style and narrative techniques."

Zhou Jin nodded, and then took out a pen and paper from her bag.

He is not used to coding with a computer, and he always feels that the words written on paper will calm him down.

Qin Feng doesn't have much opinion on this, it's just a personal habit, there is no right or wrong.

"It will be very tiring to go shopping all day, let me explain to you in advance."

"It's okay sir, I'm not afraid of being tired."

"Perseverance is the prerequisite for doing anything. If you have this heart, it is only a matter of time before you succeed."

Qin Feng spoke highly of Zhou Jin, who is so stable and sensible at the age of less than 20 years old, and has a promising future.

Next, Qin Feng really spent the whole day selecting cultural relics. Qin Feng is not very familiar with the history involved in some cultural relics, so he didn't need to search on the Internet, and the things on Baidu may not be accurate.

He only needs to ask the corresponding tour guide in the museum. The tour guide who can work in the National Expo can be said to be the highest level in the industry. Some anecdotes, unofficial history and official history will come with his mouth. Qin Feng only needs to use his level 10 thinking ability With the writing ability of level 10, it is enough to integrate it into an eye-catching story.

Zhou Jin has been following Qin Feng, selected historical relics such as the Three Kingdoms, Sui and Tang Dynasties that he is familiar with, and wrote several articles.

Whenever Zhou Jin came to him and handed over the letter paper, Qin Feng would immediately stop the keyboard in his hand, put the computer aside, and read the article written by Zhou Jin with all his heart, no matter what inspiration he had in his mind or what he was writing. Then give pointers seriously.

Just like a responsible middle school teacher teaching students to write essays, Qin Feng really regards Zhou Jin as his student and spares no effort to teach.

Someone pointed out that Zhou Jin made rapid progress. In the past, he wrote something because he felt it. After finishing writing, he couldn’t read it. After tearing it up, he became discouraged. After that, he would not write again for a long time. .

But today, Qin Feng made him feel reasonable every time he pointed out. The encouraging education made Zhou Jin feel that he could write better next time. After a day, he could keep up with Qin Feng's writing speed by one-tenth of Qin Feng's writing speed with pen and paper. , can be called horror.

And Qin Feng was even more frightening. His hands seemed to be dancing on the keyboard. In one day, he just went through all the cultural relics in the museum and selected [-] satisfactory cultural relics. Each cultural relic wrote seven or eight words. A story of a thousand words.

Zhou Jin saw all this and admired it from the bottom of his heart.

Mr. is really a great talent. He even takes time to teach himself, even when he is walking around, writing, and he has no tired look on his face.

Zhou Jin had gotten over the fresh energy, and by the evening she felt tired and tired like a tide, and her feet were sore and painful.

"Sir, why do you help Guobo so much?"

Qin Feng packed up the laptop and put it back in the computer bag, thought for a while, and replied: "For your wife."

"Fang Nianwei?"

"It seems you've already checked."

"Many people say that you and Mrs. Shi are hype." Zhou Jin said truthfully: "I didn't believe it at first, but now that you have admitted it yourself, sir, then I believe it."

"You don't have to be so blind, you have to make your own judgment in everything."

"My judgment is that Mr. is a trustworthy person." Zhou Jin was very serious.

Qin Feng smiled when he heard the words, he could see that Zhou Jin was sincere.

When the two of them left the gate of the National Expo, the sky had already darkened.

Qin Feng said: "It's time to go back. I don't need to come to the National Expo tomorrow. Twenty cultural relics are enough for the first phase of publicity. I have something to deal with. The next time we meet, master and apprentice, if there is no accident, we should It's on TV."

Zhou Jin Bingxue was smart, she was stunned for a moment, then came back to her senses and asked, "Is it related to Li Ming who is in charge of variety shows at the TV station?"

Qin Feng nodded: "It's probably just a few days."

This is the second step of the plan, to sell Li Ming a big favor, big enough that he is willing to help him.

This is very important.

Qin Feng looked back at the gate of the National Museum, the National Museum under the sunset is so magnificent.

It is so big that it can hold 5000 years of Chinese civilization.

Qin Feng took the initiative to help the National Expo with cultural promotions without asking for money. It seemed that he was doing it to make some achievements and impress the old man. In fact, his deeper purpose was for Wang Anruo.

【Point settlement】

[Relationship with "Wang Anruo" is "long-distance relationship"]

[Reward points: 500 points! 】

[Remaining points: 700 points! 】

"There are still seven days."

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

Every time the reward with Wang Anruo is settled, the monthly payment will be deducted seven days later, which means that in the remaining seven days, he will get 300 points.

But he wasn't worried at all, he patted his computer bag, and the plan was more than half successful.

Zhou Jin tilted her head and looked at Qin Feng's calm face, knowing that he was doing something very important, but she didn't know it, and she didn't know how to ask.

"gentlemen."

"what happened?"

"When you're doing something, have you ever thought about what to do if you can't do it well?"

"Zhou Jin, never think about retreating because of failure, that will lower your bottom line."

"Mr. can always say very philosophical words, just like Mr. writing articles, the writing style is really good."

"As I said before, the writing style is not about the gorgeous rhetoric, but that there are always a few sentences in a plain article that catch your eyes."

Qin Feng paused, and whispered softly: "It's like love in life."

A luxury car stopped on the side of the road and picked Zhou Jin up. With nothing to worry about, Qin Feng also drove the Bentley back to the hotel.

Next, it’s time for Qin Wuxiang’s official accounts that have just been opened on major platforms to come into play.

The account with the most fans has grown to 600 million fans in a day and a half, which is exaggerated to the extreme and broke the record of all platforms.

In the hotel at night, Qin Feng didn’t turn on the lights. He sat upright in front of the shining light on the desktop computer, put the microphone near his mouth, and read the manuscript he wrote with magnetism and voice, combining the past and present of cultural relics. Eloquently.

The twenty stories were all dubbed. Qin Feng felt that his throat was about to smoke. After drinking a saliva, it was already dawn outside.

He tried to do his best over and over again, and he was busy all night.

Rubbing the corners of his eyes, Qin Feng packed all the audio and video production requirements into compressed files and sent them to Zhu Cheng of Huatian Entertainment.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and lay on the bed, sent Wang Anruo a good morning, and fell asleep.

Many people are not optimistic about him, whether it is Mr. Wang or the people in charge of the National Museum.Some people think that his character is too poor and he is virtuous but not talented; some people think that he is a science fiction author who has no research on history and is of no use to him.

But as everyone knows, Qin Wuxiang became a world-renowned sci-fi author simply because he chose sci-fi as the subject when he was writing the book.

It is not science fiction that made Qin Wuxiang, but Qin Wuxiang made science fiction.

The next thing to do is to quietly wait for the fame and connections accumulated over the years under the pseudonym Qin Wuxiang to ferment, and how much shock it will bring to the unfamiliar capital.

(End of this chapter)