"You don't have to worry!"

Guo Dalu looked at the taxi driver with a nervous face, "Actually, I'm a writer! Do writers understand? That is, people who write articles are also called literati! Readers!

He said to the driver, "So man, why are you so nervous? I'm afraid I won't give money? That's not there!"

The taxi driver wiped his sweat and said, "You're a bodybuilding writer, right?"

Guo Dalu said: "Can't a writer be bodybuilder? Does a writer have to have a toad belly? Can't he be as masculine and handsome as me?"

The driver thought to himself, "I didn't see the masculine handsomeness, but the majestic is true!"

He started the car and drove slowly out of the train station, facing the thin rain curtain and driving towards the edge of the West Lake.

At this time, the rain and fog are misty, and the car is in the rain, and people are in the car, looking at the hazy scene outside.

Along the way, after passing several scenic spots, the car slowly stopped at the door of a hotel by the West Lake, and a banner was pulled at the door of the hotel, on which a row of large characters read: "Warm congratulations on the successful opening of the 9th Golden Tripod Literature Award".

At the door stood the welcome lady, wearing a cheongsam and showing her long legs.

"Alright, let's stop!"

Guo Dalu took out a ticket and threw it to the driver, "Don't look for it!"

The driver was very happy, it seems that he met the gold owner, hurriedly picked up the banknote from the seat, took a closer look and was disappointed, I thought it was a hundred big tickets, but I didn't expect it to be just a fifty, and from the station to the hotel, the taxi fare is forty-nine yuan eight, less than fifty yuan for two cents, this is still looking for a fart!

Immediately despised Guo Dalu, "Who is this?"

"Hello sir, are you here to participate in the Golden Tripod Literature Award?"

Seeing Guo Dalu coming over with his arms fanned, a welcome lady at the door greeted her in disbelief, she looked at Guo Dalu timidly, and stammered: "Sir, please...... Please show your invitation. ”

"Oh, the invitation?"

Guo Dalu took the backpack behind his back and flipped through it, and finally found the invitation card and handed it to the welcome lady, "Hey, I said, it's cold today, can you stand it with your bare thighs?"

The welcome lady blushed, "Sir, this is our job!"

She took Guo Dalu's invitation and opened it for a look, and suddenly exclaimed, covering her mouth and widening her eyes, "Guo Ye?"

Guo Dalu was triumphant, and he enjoyed the reaction of Miss Yingbin very much, he took off his sunglasses very squeezing, and squeezed his eyes at Miss Yingbin, "Congratulations, you guessed right!"

Miss Ying's excited heart hit, "Ah, Guo Ye is really you?"

"I, I, I...... I'm a fan of yours!"

She walked quickly to a small table at the door of the hotel, took a pen and a blank notebook, "Guo Ye, you sign for me!"

When they knew Guo Dalu's identity, they all became excited, and they all surrounded Guo Dalu to ask for autographs.

At this time, a middle-aged writer who also came to participate in the award came from outside the door, and saw that all the welcome ladies at the door were all gathered around a fitness man, and couldn't help but be curious, and stood at the door for a while, before coughing and walking over to these welcome ladies, "That, please ask, how is this literary meeting arranged?"

A few welcome ladies reacted at this time, and the leader coughed dryly, and the rest hurriedly returned to their original positions and stood up.

A girl walked up to the middle-aged man and said sweetly, "Hello sir, how can I help you?"

The middle-aged man handed an invitation to the girl, "Oh, I'm here to attend this literary meeting, but I don't know how this meeting was arranged?"

The girl took the invitation and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Hello Mr. Wang Laiyun, there is a room arranged for you, please stay for the time being, and the awards party will officially start tomorrow, during this period, all expenses will be reimbursed by the association, including round-trip expenses." ”

The middle-aged man helped his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll rest assured!"

When a welcome lady heard this, she couldn't help but laugh.

The middle-aged man was very embarrassed, "Little girl, don't laugh, I came all the way from home, round-trip air tickets, and spent a lot of money, almost half a year's manuscript fee, if I don't reimburse me, I really can't afford it." ”

He laughed at himself: "How many people in the world can make a fortune just by writing books like Guo Dalu? Most writers are actually just barely making ends meet, and even ordinary workers are not as good as ......."

Several welcoming ladies at the door looked at Guo Dalu in unison.

Guo Dalu snorted, "What are you girls looking at me? Hurry up and lead Teacher Wang to find a room! People come all the way here, why don't you let him rest for a while?"

A few welcome ladies just woke up like a dream, and hurriedly went to the front desk to find a room for Wang Laiyun, and after a while, a girl stretched out her hand and said, "Teacher Wang, please come with me, your room is on the third floor!"

When Wang Laiyun walked upstairs with the girl, the foreman walked up to Guo Dalu, "Guo Ye, we also found your room, you are on the fifth floor, how about I accompany you to see the room?"

Guo Dalu said: "What's so hypocritical? Give me the room card, I'll find it myself!"

The foreman looked at Guo Dalu, his eyes were full of waves, and he said softly: "Then how can I do it? I don't care about others, you and I have to accompany me personally, in case you are not satisfied, our manager will not be able to fire me!"

She took the room card and accompanied Guo Dalu to the elevator, and after finding the room, she opened the room for Guo Dalu, "Guo Ye, this is your room, if there is any problem, you will reflect in time, we promise to make you satisfied." ”

She handed a business card to Guo Dalu, "Guo Ye, this is my business card, if you need anything, please contact me in time, I will serve you at any time!"

When Guo Dalu received the business card, the girl stretched out her finger and gently scratched Guo Dalu's palm a few times, and glanced at Guo Dalu a few times, "Guo Ye, remember to call me!"

Guo Dalu watched her curl away, lowered his head and looked at the business card, which read "Yuan Xiaofeng, Public Relations Department of West Lake Hotel" and other words.

Guo Dalu threw the hotel on the table and thought, "Are women so open now?" Or will a movie star become a sweetheart?"

He took a short break in the hotel, opened the notebook he had with him, and continued to write.

Guo Dalu now does not dare to waste time at all, and as soon as he has time, he will sort out the things in his mind in the form of words.

He is deeply aware of the importance of the knowledge in his head, so he does not dare to slack off at all, for fear that the memory in his brain will suddenly disappear that day, which will be a huge loss to himself or the world.

After coding for a long time, I saw that it was getting late, and I was ready to go to the restaurant downstairs to eat.

The restaurant was on the first floor, and as soon as he came downstairs, he heard a burst of scolding.

"What's going on with you? I asked you to go and tidy up my room, why didn't anyone go? You're still not a waiter?"

Guo Dalu stuck out his head from the elevator entrance, and saw an old man with a straight stomach angrily teaching the welcome lady at the door, "I want to complain to you!

Yuan Xiaofeng looked at the old man very aggrievedly, "Teacher Jia, we are just a welcome staff, if you want to tidy up the room, you only need to find a room attendant." It's not our job to tidy up the room, and besides, we won't, we don't clean up our own rooms......"

"You're still talking?"

The fat old man was furious, "You guys are treating guests slowly! Help me clean up the room, will it take you a long time?"

Guo Dalu walked up to a nearby girl, "What's going on?"

When the girl saw that it was Guo Dalu, she glanced at the old man, stood on tiptoe and whispered to Guo Dalu: "This old man is not ashamed! When one of our sisters sent him into the room just now, he touched him a few times, and then called us to clean up the room for him.

Guo Dalu was surprised, he was not only surprised by the old man's behavior, but also by what the girl next to him said.

Listening to the meaning of this girl's words, it seems that if this old man is not an old man, but a handsome young man, these welcome ladies are likely to be rubbed with oil by default, and maybe they will follow him half-way.

This is what Guo Dalu was surprised by.

Of course, this fat old man is so old and has such a surging mind, which is also worthy of admiration.

Sure enough, the co-ordination produces talents!21010