Huadu Hotel.

Fang Zhuo came to the door of the hotel and immediately called Shui Mo.

After a while, Ink walked out of the hotel to pick up Fang Zhuo.

"You're Mo Yu, so young, and you're handsome enough! I'm afraid it's hard to find someone more handsome than you in our online literature circle, hehe!"

Shui Mo was a young man of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and after seeing Fang Zhuo, he couldn't help but smile and said.

Fang Zhuo smiled slightly and said, "Brother Mo, you are also quite handsome." I thought you were a picky uncle, hehe!"

Shui Mo's face was black, "What kind of uncle, I'm only twenty-seven years old this year, okay!"

"It's pretty much the same for me!"

Fang Zhuo said with a grin.

Shui Mo rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Yes, I can't tell you, who called you young!"

"Let's go, let's go in, you sign in first, and then take a photo!"

"Well, good!"

After following Ink into the hotel, Fang Zhuo signed it, took another photo by the way, and then couldn't help but ask Ink and Wash, "Brother Mo, how many people have arrived?"

Shui Mo said: "Most of the invited authors have already arrived. Many writers from other places came to the East China Sea yesterday, and many people came to the party last night. ”

"Oh. ”

Fang Zhuo nodded.

Following the ink into the venue, Fang Zhuo couldn't help but stretch his neck and look around, wanting to find his father Fang Bochuan's figure.

Seeing this, Shui Mo, who was walking on the side, couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Mo Yu, what are you looking at?

Ink made a joke.

Fang Zhuo smiled: "That's right, Brother Mo, will there be any beautiful women participating in our annual meeting!"

Shui Mo pointed to the side and said, "Well, there are a lot of beautiful women over there." are all authors on the female side. In addition, the company also invited a few celebrities to help, and you will be able to see it later. ”

"Yes, who are you invited?"

Fang Zhuo asked curiously.

Shui Mo smiled and said, "There is Chen Feng, there is Yang Mengyan, and Huang Yutao, who has been very popular recently." Originally, the company thought about inviting the diva Qin Qianyun to come, but unfortunately, the current value of the people is too high, and the schedule has long been full, so I can't invite ...... at all."

The ink tone was slightly regretful.

When Fang Zhuo heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother Mo, you like Qin Qianyun a lot?"

"Well, it's okay. Some time ago, several songs from her new album were quite good. Ink shrugged and replied casually.

At this time, Shui Mo patted Zhuo's shoulder and said, "Let's go, your seat is in the middle of the third row, I'll take you there first." ”

"Well, good. ”

Fang Zhuo answered and walked over with the ink.

As he walked over with the ink, Fang Zhuo's gaze continued to wander around. After a while, he really found Fang Bochuan's figure.

Fang Bochuan was seated slightly to the right in the middle of the second row.

At this time, Fang Bochuan was chatting and laughing with the other two people next to him. It's just that Fang Zhuo didn't know which great god those two were......

Just as Fang Zhuo followed the ink from the middle aisle to his place, Fang Bochuan's gaze seemed to glance over this side inadvertently.

Originally, he retracted his gaze very casually, and was about to continue chatting with the two great gods next to him, but he seemed to suddenly feel that something was wrong, and quickly turned his head to look again.

When he saw Fang Zhuo's figure clearly, his eyes widened suddenly, and he blurted out: "I'll go, why is this stinky boy here?"

Then he couldn't help but blink his eyes vigorously, as if he wondered if he was mistaken.

Who would have thought, Fang Zhuo also found that he saw himself, and he actually winked at him with a smile, and even stretched out a hand to wave at him.

The two great gods sitting next to Fang Bochuan couldn't help but be surprised when they saw Fang Bochuan's ghost-like expression.

"Old Bei, what's the situation, what's wrong?"

"That's right, Lao Bei, who did you see when you were suddenly shocked?"

Most authors still call each other pen names, and Fang Bochuan's pen name is 'Beiming', which is because many familiar authors call him 'Lao Bei'.

Fang Bochuan took a deep breath, his eyes continued to stare at Fang Zhuo, and said, "I don't know what the situation is, but that ...... over there My son. ”

"Uh......"

When the two authors heard Fang Bochuan's words, they couldn't help but look in the direction he was pointing in amazement, and after seeing Fang Zhuo, they couldn't help but look at each other.

"Lao Bei, that, is it really your son? Could it be that Tianshu.com still secretly invited your son to you? Could it be that there is some special arrangement?"

"The person who walked in front with your son is the editor-in-charge of the urban channel, Ink, it seems that it is really the arrangement of Tianshu.com. However, why did Tianshu.com invite your son here?"

Fang Bochuan pursed his lips and said, "Who knows." This stinky boy didn't say anything to me beforehand, so I'll have to ask him later!"

"Hehe, Lao Bei, don't worry, maybe it's a request from Tianshu.com!"

"That's right, Lao Bei, your book "Confucianism and Taoism of the Most Holy" is doing so well now, and the average subscription has broken 35,000, right? Now it is only more than 1 million words, and when the book is finished, it will be fully booked to 50,000! Maybe there is some special arrangement for Tianshu.com!"

The two authors next to Fang Bochuan said with a smile.

While Fang Bochuan was whispering to the author next to him, Fang Zhuo had already come to his seat under the guidance of ink painting.

His seat was actually not far from Fang Bochuan, but there were three or four seats in the front and back rows.

Fang Bochuan saw that Fang Zhuo was sitting down not far behind him, and he couldn't help but say to the person next to him, then got up and walked to the position in front of Fang Zhuo, glanced at Fang Zhuo, and then said to the author who was sitting there: "Old Huo, discuss something with you." Can you switch seats with me?"

The author, who was called 'Old Fire' by Fang Bochuan, looked at him in some surprise, but still nodded his head and responded, "Well, it's okay!"

Immediately, he got up and gave up his seat to Fang Bochuan.

The two authors who chatted with Fang Bochuan before also looked at the situation here at this time, with a little curiosity in their eyes.

And after the author named 'Lao Huo' walked to Fang Bochuan's original position and sat down, he saw that the two people next to him were looking at Fang Bochuan's side, and he couldn't help but ask: "By the way, what is the situation in Lao Bei? ”

When the author next to him heard this, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pointed at Fang Zhuo, who was sitting behind Fang Bochuan at this time, and said, "Oh, do you see the person behind Lao Bei now?" That's his son." ”

“……”

'Lao Huo' was stunned for a while, and after looking at Fang Zhuo a few times, he couldn't help but say, "What's the situation, why did Lao Bei's son come to the annual meeting?"

The author who spoke out just now shrugged his shoulders and said, "Who knows! Lao Bei also found out just now, so why don't I go over and change places with you to ask about the situation." ”

"That's right, anyway, we saw just now that his son came with the editor in charge of the urban channel. What is the specific situation, I will ask Lao Bei later. Maybe Lao Bei's son was also invited to the annual meeting by the author, hehe!"

Another author also spoke. The second half of his sentence was clearly a joke.

However, as soon as he said this, the author named 'Lao Huo' moved in his heart and couldn't help but say: "You say, Lao Bei's son should really be the author invited to attend the annual meeting, right?"

"Uh...... That, old fire, I'm kidding. ”

The man who spoke before hurriedly laughed.

Although Lao Bei's son looks like he is only about eighteen or nineteen years old, there are not one or two teenagers in our circle who write books. Maybe it's the son of Ren Laobei, who is talented, and he writes a popular book at a young age!"

Another author said.

"This ...... Hearing you say this, I don't think it's impossible. However, if this is the case, then Lao Bei's son is amazing! Those who are qualified to participate in the annual meeting are at least the authors of the Great God Covenant, and the results are ten thousand starts!"

"If that's the case, Lao Bei's family will be very powerful. Lao Bei himself is a great god, and now his book "Confucianism and Taoism Most Holy" has the momentum to return to the top, and now if his son also becomes a great god, tsk......"

"Let's not guess with this, just ask Lao Bei later. ”

"Well, that's right. ”