There were only two people sitting at the table against the wall in the hall, and the lobby manager brought three people to the front and arranged to be seated.

"If you need anything, you can always come to me. The lobby manager said politely and turned to leave.

She has a lot of things to do.

The two people who were sitting were fat and thin, almost twenty-six or seventeen years old, both wearing glasses, looking polite and polite, and a little shy, seeing the three of them coming, they quickly stood up, especially feeling the close-range impact of Liu Qian's beauty, their eyes were fluttering, and they didn't know where to look.

"Hello, excuse me, can we sit together?" asked Liu Qian very kindly.

The fat man replied, "Sit...... Sit...... Feel free to sit. ”

"Sit down, it's tiring to stand. Liu Qian gestured and sat down next to her.

"You're the only one who is tired, right? Who made you wear such high heels for a meal? Qin Luo muttered in a low voice.

He is a person who "holds grudges", who let Liu Qian step on him with his heel before.

Liu Qianbai didn't say anything to him, and whispered something to Sister Ying on the side.

"Come, let's chat. Qin Luo greeted the two of them, and they also chatted enthusiastically.

After some conversation, Qin Luo got to know the two of them.

The fat one is called Wang Yi, and the thin one is called Hua Wei, both of them are online writers, and they have published tens of millions of words of online novels on the Internet, and their results are not bad, and they are considered "little gods" in the online literature circle.

Both of them are local to Yanjing, so they wanted to join the Yenching Writers Association, but they were already close to joining, but they were rejected in the end.

Because Zhao Wensong, as the vice president of the Yanjing Writers Association, is a traditional literary background, he has always looked down on online literature, so he refused to join the Writers Association.

"Damn, isn't this an abuse of private power?" Qin Luo's senses for Zhao Wensong plummeted in an instant—although he didn't have much affection for him in the first place.

Qin Luo looked at Zhao Wensong, who was sitting at the head of the first table, with a proud and complacent smile on his face, accepting the praise and patting of several literati and artists around him, looking very enjoyable.

As if sensing Qin Luo's gaze, Zhao Wensong frowned slightly and turned his head to look over.

Qin Luoli ignored him, looked back at the two of them, and sighed, "It's not that the old man has become bad, but that the bad guy has become old." ”

Wang Yi and Hua Wei's eyes lit up when they heard this, and they clapped their hands and praised, "This sentence is well said, and I will write it in my novel when I go back." ”

"By the way, did you have any conflict with Zhao Wensong just now?" Wang Yi thought of something and asked curiously.

"Well, sort of. Qin Luo thought for a moment and nodded, "Originally, he didn't have anything to do, he had to blindly mix and brush up on his sense of existence, and finally I was scared." ”

"I saw it, you had a quarrel with Zhao Zhu first, right?" Hua Wei whispered, "Zhao Wensong is his uncle." ”

"......" Qin Luo suddenly brightened, "It's not that a family doesn't enter the door." I said, how did I rush in and get together, it turned out to be a nest of snakes and rats. At such an old age, I am not afraid of high blood pressure. ”

At this time, Liu Qian turned her head and glared at Qin Luo, "Say a few words." ”

She has good intentions, after all, the wall has ears, and disaster comes from the mouth.

Qin Luo smiled, didn't say anything more, and casually changed the topic, "By the way, how did you write your online novel?"

Subsequently, the three of them had an in-depth discussion on this issue.

"For 5,000 years in China, cultural inheritance has been an important factor in the continuation of a civilization since ancient times. Tang poetry, Song poetry, Yuan song, Ming and Qing novels, modern literature, and contemporary literature have been inherited and developed step by step. Among contemporary literature, online literature is a particularly prominent component, which has only been developed for more than a decade, and a large number of excellent online literary works have been born, such as ......"

This side was talking in full swing, and the other side was almost ready, and it didn't take long for the stage to be built, and two hosts, a man and a woman, walked on stage.

These two hosts are both hosts of Yanjing TV, and Xing Tao was specially invited to host tonight's anniversary celebration and couplet competition.

The host lineup of handsome men and beautiful women immediately attracted the attention of most people, and they stopped talking and looked at the stage.

Several specially invited reporters also quietly withdrew the camera from Liu Qian and began to shoot the stage instead.

"Distinguished guests, leaders, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's 155th anniversary celebration of Quanjude. ”

"I'm the host Jay Chou. ”

"I'm the host Yao Lu. ”

Everyone applauded and snapped.

After a few brief opening remarks, the two hosts began to introduce the guests present today.

"Let us welcome Wang Shuang, deputy director of the Yenching Health Bureau. ”

A pot-bellied middle-aged man at the top of the first table on the west side stood up and beckoned around.

Everyone applauded and snapped.

"Let's welcome Zhao Wensong, vice president of the Yenching Writers Association, and President Zhao. ”

Zhao Wensong also stood up and greeted him with an amiable face.

Everyone also applauded and snapped.

"Let us welcome President Deng Fangdeng, Vice President of the Yenching Couples Association. ”

A woman at the top of the first table on the south side stood up, dressed in style.

Everyone still applauded and snapped.

……

"Finally, let me welcome tonight's special guest, A-list film and television star Liu Qian!"

Liu Qian had already stopped talking to Sister Ying, and stood up to say hello with a smile when she heard the words.

Not only did everyone applaud this time, but many people even cheered and looked excited.

"The fairies are so beautiful!"

"It's the Immortals themselves. ”

"I really want to talk to Tianxian about a love that will never break up. ”

"Looking forward to better works from Tianxian. ”

"Seeing the beauty of the immortals with your own eyes, you will never love again in this life. ”

……

Under the atmosphere, one person took the lead, and everyone praised Liu Qian's fairy beauty.

Liu Qianqiao's face was slightly red, and she sat back in her seat a little shyly.

As soon as he sat down and glanced at Qin Luo beside him, Liu Qian remembered what he had said to mock him before, and raised her head and showed off: "Hmph, the charm of this princess is all killed." ”

Qin Luo: "......"

"Hey, these literati and inkmen have all gone bad, a bunch of sullen men. Qin Luo shook his head and sighed, looking drunk for today's literati circle.

The hosting continues.

"The first item of tonight's anniversary celebration is to wipe the dust. Zhou Jiefeng said, "Before that, let us welcome Mr. Xing Tao, general manager of Quanjude, with warm applause." ”

The applause was enthusiastic.

Xing Tao walked up to the stage and said a few words about the development of Quanjude, and then beckoned, and four staff members walked up carrying the golden plaque of "Quanjude".

Under the witness of everyone, Xing Tao carefully and carefully wiped off the dust on the gold-lettered signboard, making the three words "Quanjude" even more golden.

The second item of the anniversary celebration was to unveil the 200 million roast duck commemorative card of Quanjude. Yao Lu presided, "Before that, I asked the waiter to serve roast duck for every guest present." ”

"Please note that among these roast ducks, there is the 200 million freshly baked duck. ”

"We'll see who is the lucky winner tonight. ”

While talking, the waiter began to get busy, pushing the dining cart to serve a roast duck to every guest at each table.

Of course, the roast duck is covered with a plate upside down, and if you don't open it, you can't see the inside.

Qin Luo looked at the plate in front of him eagerly, and couldn't wait to open it.

He was already hungry with his chest pressed against his back.

At this moment, an excited exclamation rang out.

"It's me, it's me who is the lucky 200 million. Zhao couldn't help holding the plate in one hand, unable to hide the surprise on his face.

Even, he subconsciously glanced at Qin Luo's side, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Qin Luoli ignored him, opened the plate and was about to eat.

Hmph, he doesn't care who the lucky winner of the 200 million is, he only cares about solving this roast duck in a few seconds.

When he was about to put down his mouth, Qin Luo's eyes froze, and he looked at the number written in special seasoning around the roast duck in disbelief: 2000000000.

Qin Luo was suddenly excited and about to fly!