Chapter 118: Don't go outside with Aunt Xia Qingyan
Yancheng, Weibo Company Building.
In the office of the manager of the audit department, a middle-aged woman is reading a document, and a young male employee is standing at the desk.
"Qin Junhao, eight and a half years old, a native of Jiangcheng, a genius prodigy in Jiangcheng, the champion of the children's group of the Xinghai Cup just ended, was also invited to participate in the program recording ...... of the "Xia Guo Poetry Conference"
After reading this information, Manager Xu Yan felt that the "resume" of this little cute baby was really not simple.
The Weibo moderation department today received the verification of an account claiming to be the champion of the Xinghai Cup.
And by coincidence.
The champion of the Xinghai Cup happened to be on the hot search on Weibo today, although the ranking is very low, but the popularity continues to rise.
"Xiao Chen, have you finished proofreading the review materials?"
Xu Yan raised her head and looked at the young male employee and asked.
"Well, Manager Xu, we have finished the audit and proofreading, because it is a special certification audit, so we need your instructions from Manager Xu. ”
The young male employee nodded in reply.
"Has the phone from Xinghai Cup been confirmed?" Xu Yan asked again.
"It's been confirmed. ”
"That's okay, this little cute baby accounted for two hot searches in one day today, although the hot search popularity is not too high, but it is quite promising, if you confirm that there is no problem, you will pass the certification audit. ”
Characters who can bring traffic and popularity to Weibo, Weibo will naturally not miss it.
"Okay Manager Xu, in fact, Manager Xu, I like this little cute baby, I've seen his video, it's so cute. ”
The young male employee couldn't help but say.
When Xu Yan heard this, she smiled: "Okay, let's get busy." ”
After the young male employee left the office, Xu Yan clicked on the homepage of Weibo, searched for "Qin Junhao", and found the account.
The avatar is a very popular emoji on the Internet before, and it is also Qin Junhao himself.
Xu Yan remembered that this emoji was very popular.
When it was the hottest, it even topped the Weibo hot search list for three hours, but at that time, everyone didn't notice the original owner of the emoji.
That is, this Qin Junhao.
Now, this little cute baby has finally come to Weibo to register and verify her account.
"That's great, kid. ”
Xu Yan had just finished reading Qin Junhao's certification information, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
At the same time, it also reminded Xu Yan of the son in her family, who was about the same age as Qin Junhao, both eight or nine years old.
But the gap is too big, and the last time my son took the math test, he was the first in the class.
Come to mind.
Xu Yan has a headache, no, after returning from work today, I will beat my son again.
......
Qin Junhao's side, after everyone finished the meal at noon, in the afternoon, under the leadership of Meng Peipei's "tour guide", they went to the nearest Yancheng check-in scenic spots.
It wasn't until six o'clock in the afternoon that I returned to the hotel.
Miss Lin Shiqiu also went back to the hotel where she lived, and Meng Peipei went home.
Everyone made an appointment for two days tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and Meng Peipei, a native of Yancheng, would be the tour guide to visit the Forbidden City and the Great Wall.
After returning to the hotel, Qin Junhao took a shower, dragged his tired body, and lay on the sofa to listen to pure music that soothed his body and mind.
Mom and Aunt Xia Qingyan are chatting.
Dad was watching a football game.
Xiao Hei was brought over by Qu Xiaomu's sister, because she liked Qin Junhao's pet cat very much, it happened that she was in Yancheng for the past few days, and Xiao Mu was able to get close to Xiao Hei, so she was temporarily let her masturbate for two days.
Although Aunt Jiang Lin'er was allergic to cat hair, it was only a short day or two, and Aunt Jiang Lin'er finally agreed.
Qin Junhao was squinting his eyes and listening to pure music, when his father's voice suddenly came to his ears.
"Son. ”
Taking off the headphones, Qin Junhao looked at his father and asked, "Dad, is there something wrong?"
"The assistant of Mr. Chen of Elegant Group, didn't she say that she came to us in the afternoon to sign a commercial endorsement contract today, but she was too busy to come over, so she planned to come over tomorrow morning. ”
Qin Dalei told his son about this.
Then I told my wife Lin Yushuang.
"Got it, Dad, by the way, Dad, did you ask when the commercial was filmed?" Qin Junhao tilted his head and asked cutely.
"Not really, I'll ask again. ”
Qin Dalei muttered, and asked Xiaoli, the female assistant of President Chen of Elegant Group, on WeChat.
Xiaoli: Mr. Qin, the specific date of shooting the advertisement is tentative, but it should be within a month, and our company will notify you in advance.
"Son, I said I wasn't sure, and I would inform you when the time came. ”
After Qin Dalei saw Xiaoli's reply, he shouted to his son.
"Got it. ”
After Qin Junhao responded, he yawned.
I'm a little sleepy.
Today is really a lot of energy, it is a competition, and I nervously prepared the birthday song "Listen to Mom" for my mother, and I went to play it in the afternoon.
Qin Junhao has a little kid's physique, and after taking a bath and listening to nursery rhymes, he naturally wants to sleep.
"Son, do you remember the last time Aunt Qingyan told you that after you won the Xinghai Cup championship, she would invest in you to open a piano training institution. ”
At this time, the old mother Lin Yushuang said to Qin Junhao again.
Yawning again, Qin Junhao squeezed his sleepy eyes, nodded and said, "Well, remember, is Aunt Qingyan really ready to invest in a piano training institution?"
"That's right, Xiao Junhao, you're a golden sign now. Xia said with a light smile.
"But I don't want to teach. ”
Qin Junhao shook his head.
Although he is very good at playing the piano by himself and won the Xinghai Cup championship, if he is allowed to teach others, Qin Junhao does not have the interest and leisure time.
"Poof. ”
Xia Qingyan covered his mouth and laughed: "Little baby, how can you be willing to let you teach, then you must not be exhausted to death, it is an investment piano training institution, use your name." ”
"Oh~, just like my dad's education and training institution, isn't it? ”
Qin Junhao reacted.
I was so sleepy just now that I was even half a beat slower to react.
If it was in a state of high spirits, Qin Junhao would have already understood what Aunt Xia Qingyan meant.
"Xiao Junhao is so smart, I will invest and get money, and I will open it in Jiangcheng, and we will each occupy fifty. Xia said briskly.
"Don't don't, don't be light, we don't seem to do anything, just take 50%, isn't that appropriate?"
Lin Yushuang felt that her family was too cheap.
Xia Qingyan glared at Lin Yushuang, and said with a serious face: "Yushuang, your cub is worth 50% with me, if you don't want to, then I can give all the money I earn to Xiao Junhao at that time." ”
"Hee-hee-hee, thank you, Aunt Qingyan. When Qin Junhao heard this, he was happy.
Danfan's piano training institution is a bit large-scale, and then advertises and recruits students as the champion of the Xinghai Cup.
You can earn a lot of money in a year.
"Look, Xiao Junhao doesn't see me, you still ...... Sentimental. Xia Qingyan rolled her eyes at her best friend Lin Yushuang.
"Well, mom, you can discuss this matter with Aunt Qingyan. ”
After speaking, Qin Junhao got up from the sofa, put on his little sandals, and walked to the bedroom.
"Mom and Dad, Aunt Qingyan, I'm going to sleep, good night. ”
Standing at the door of the bedroom, Qin Junhao said goodnight to his parents and Aunt Qingyan.
"Good night son. ”
"Good night, little Joon-ho. ”
Click.
Walk into the bedroom and close the door.
Lying on the bed, covered with a small quilt, Qin Junhao slept.
But I always feel that there is something missing before going to bed when I was on Earth in my previous life.
Traditional craft?
As if the tool doesn't allow it.