A car drove slowly and stopped downstairs at Yun Yao's house. Liu Tao's commander everyone applauded and welcomed, and he beckoned Yang Yunruo and Mu Leyao to trot forward to help open the door. The car door opened, and down came an old man with gray hair. Dressed in a washed and somewhat whitish tunic suit, elegant and graceful, polite and polite.

"Hello, it's Zhao Zhenkai Teacher Zhao, I'm Liu Tao from Yunyao. This is Mu Leyao, Xiao Yao, Xiao Yang, Yang Yunruo. Liu Tao bowed thirty degrees and humbly introduced Zhao Zhenkai.

"Hello, you're all right. Zhao Zhenkai said with a kind smile, it seemed that he had seen more of this kind of scene, and naturally greeted the three people who bowed in front of him, and waved his hand to the people who were lined up to welcome him.

"Please ......" Liu Tao bowed and didn't stand up, even if he was leading the way in front, he maintained a fifteen-degree appearance.

"Okay, good, seeing that your studio is booming, Xiao Yao drinks Xiao Yang and manages it well. Zhao Zhen said with a smile, the clothes put on the bearded old man's appearance.

"Where is it......" Mu Leyao didn't seem to be too suitable for such a scene, and she was a little nervous and a little muna. She has always been the one who went to other places and others treated her like this, and basically never entertained anyone with a much higher status than her. Either she's not qualified, or someone else isn't qualified.

Although Zhao Zhenkai is already in the sixtieth year, he is still very tough, if it weren't for his gray hair, he might be mistaken for only more than fifty. Enter the gate and get on the elevator. Employees also approached the office from the stairs or elevators, and then sat in their workstations, flipping through documents or looking at other materials.

In the reception room, in addition to Liu Tao, Mu Leyao and Yang Yunruo, Yun Yao executives such as Liu Zhijun are also accompanied. In Liu Zhijun's words, it is also good to get talented, not necessarily when you get a talent, and future generations will have a talent. It's like Ma Yun's visit, and it's almost like everyone wants to go and watch.

Mu Leyao's fingers gently pinched the lid of the purple clay pot, gently placed it on the tea tray, and picked out some crimson tea leaves from a mutton fat bottle. When it comes to Shangshui, the curling mist wafts out of the pot, and the fragrance also wafts out from the curling smoke, which is refreshing.

Zhao Zhenkai took the tea cup from Mu Leyao's hand, took a sip gently, and closed his eyes comfortably.

"Xiao Yao's tea-making technique is very good, I haven't drunk such exquisite tea for a long time. Zhao Zhenkai opened his eyes and said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhao has won the award, my craftsmanship is not worth mentioning. Mu Leyao lowered her head a little shyly and said. 、

"Hahahaha, Xiao Yao is humble. I am not a liar, but as long as I speak my mouth, it is the truth. Zhao Zhenkai laughed, and added another cup by himself, and tasted it slowly.

"I'm here this time mainly to see Yang Yunruo. What kind of Zhong Lingyuxiu can write such a beautiful poem quatrain. This is a look, it is also two eyes and a nose, but although there is no imaginary immortal Linfan, but there is more of a red dust atmosphere, no wonder it can be written 'southeast shape wins, three Wu capital, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people. 'The starry scene. Zhao Zhenkai said approvingly.

"Disappointed you. Although Yang Yunruo expected a very humble appearance, he was disdainful in his heart. Yang Yunruo, who was originally a little disgusted with this kind of deception, was naturally not very happy in his heart. I feel like a monkey, people say they want to come, I have to wait silently, and I have to equip the welcome ceremony, and after I come, others look down on you.

"Hehe......" Zhao Zhenkai seemed to see through Yang Yunruo's thoughts, but he didn't say anything, just smiled. "It's good to have more red dust and fireworks, the fairy flies too high, too far away from us, too lonely. With more red dust and fireworks, there is more human flavor. ”

"What you said is this" Yang Yunruo nodded on the surface, but there was some slander in his heart, hoping that Zhao Zhenkai would leave quickly, although he had imagined in his heart that he could help himself. It's just that if Yang Yun knows that if he is not a relative, he can't even open his mouth. It's like a person who buys a lottery ticket, although they know in their hearts that it is impossible to win the lottery, but they even think clearly about how to win the lottery and how to spend it after winning, and they are even ready. Yang Yunruoye was ready, if Zhao Zhenkai opened his mouth to help him, then he would give him the hand-copied poetry collection. For people who are good poets, these famous passages that do not appear in this world should be a good gift.

"I don't know what new works Xiao Yang has recently, can you take them out and read them. Zhao Zhengkai looked at Yang Yunruo's uncertain face and said, the first time we met, although they were friends, the master and Yang Yunruo were not familiar with each other, but they had more good feelings than others. A person's first impression of another person only takes one minute, and it takes forty hours to change this impression, and now Zhao Zhenkai's sense of Yang Yunruo is still very good.

Even if you don't help yourself, you can show him these poems, and it is best to publish them in the "Poetry Magazine" to increase your reputation, which is always good for you. This is a way out that Yang Yunruo has thought of a long time ago, Yang Yunruo left the reception room and took the notebook he copied from the drawer in the office, but did not take the notebook he had prepared.

A notebook of black kraft paper, the notebook not only contains the poems copied by Yang Yunruo, but also some lyrics. This is a reasonable explanation for Yang Yunruo's fake notebook to give himself future songs and poems. There is no systematic arrangement of the things in it, it is more like Yang Yunruo's mood, and when I think of it, I will write a poem in it, and write half of it. opened the part of the poem and handed it to Zhao Zhenkai with both hands. Both hands, must be both hands, this is something that Liu Tao has repeatedly emphasized many times.

Zhao Zhenkai took the eyes from the secretary next to him, originally he didn't have a secretary, but he was seriously ill a few years ago, his children couldn't accompany him, and he was too tired from work, so he found a secretary who was a part-time nanny.

"Tut-tut......" Zhao Zhenkai shook his head and turned page by page, sometimes muttering for a long time, sometimes turning quickly.

The reception room was quiet, no one spoke, no one made a sound, and they were all quietly waiting for Zhao Zhenkai to speak.

Zhao Zhenkai and Yang Yunruo looked at the old man in front of them, and the idea of asking him to help was extinguished. Although he couldn't guess Zhao Zhenkai's true purpose, after all, people were under the guise of coming to see him, although he liked this kind of falsehood very much in his heart, but Yang Yunruo felt that it was better to give him the respect he deserved.