Shao Minghua was awakened and immediately urged everyone to go to his house to read.

A group of old people looked at each other, reading a book?

There are seven or eight old people here, including the older generation of people in power of the Imperial Capital Group, retired leaders of the top ten state-owned enterprises, and even well-known retired officers in the military region.

Although these people are all retired, which of their descendants or the people under them is not a big man in the imperial capital?

Even Shao Minghua is a big man, don't look at him as the deputy head of the Chinese orchestra, but he has a prominent family background, and he has been gaining a firm foothold in the imperial capital for decades, and he can't cook it with oil.

Now Shao Minghua actually looks like he has been conquered by a certain book, and he can't wait to recommend everyone to read it together.

"Haha, Lao Shao, you won't have Alzheimer's disease, right? Can you read a book? An old man with a straight waist sneered, he was 1.8 meters tall, although he was old, he was still vigorous, and he was obviously a soldier.

"Old man Shao, you can blow the when you have time, read and spend your eyes, be careful to look yourself blind." An old woman havocly teased that she was in her seventies, but her eyes were shining, and she belonged to the kind of people who were in power behind the big group.

The rest of the people laughed and laughed at Shao Minghua to their heart's content.

Shao Minghua was anxious: "I'm not joking with you, this "Poetry and the Sea" is really good-looking. So who, Zheng Mou, you make movies, right, there is a film company? ”

Shao Minghua suddenly looked at an old man.

This old man is very simple, wearing a Zhongshan suit and old BJ cloth shoes, with a mustache, and he doesn't look good at talking.

His generation is younger than the generation, and he doesn't have much family power, he relies on the film company to get mixed up to this day, and he only moved to Ziluo Garden last year to retire.

"Mr. Shao, do you remember me, it's me, the former general manager of Jiahe Film Company, mainly responsible for operating theaters and film distribution, and I have also filmed a few films, which are tepid." Zheng Mou said modestly.

The rest of the people were all happy when they saw this: "Lao Wang, what are you polite to him?" This Lao Shao is a barbarian, when he went to the south to perform, he was noisy, and he smashed it with a violin, which smashed the reputation of the Central Chinese Orchestra. ”

Shao Minghua's old face turned red, he was indeed more savage when he was young, and the black spots in the past were poked out and uncomfortable.

"It's a private show, it's not about the orchestra! Don't argue, I'll talk to Zheng Mou. Shao Minghua snorted and forcibly corrected the topic: "Zheng Mou, you must read this book to see if there is a chance to make it into a movie and make a Hollywood blockbuster!" ”

Shao Minghua actually thought of this.

The group was surprised again, and Zheng Moulian nodded: "Okay, good, I'll definitely watch it." ”

Shao Minghua slid his wheelchair by himself: "You go back to sleep, why don't you come to my house to drink tea and read a book." ”

"Okay, let's see." A group of bigwigs have been aroused, after all, Shao Minghua told Zheng Mou to make a movie, which is not simple.

They soon arrived at Shao Minghua's house, and Uncle Wang, who was walking the dog, was startled, he was a clever ghost, but he recognized these big guys.

"Master, Mr. Quan Kangning, Mr. Gong Binshi, Mr. Mao Wenhua......" Uncle Wang's name is very slippery.

Everyone in the group was polite, and they said hello and went in.

Then he was led to the utility room by Shao Minghua. The utility room was littered with messy things, as well as quite a few broken musical instruments.

There is a lot of dust on the ground, where do these bigwigs usually come from?

There is a stack of books piled up in the corner, all of which are "Poetry and the Sea I".

"Go in and get it, whatever you want." Shao Minghua is very generous. The group scolded him: "You dead old man, this book is so disgusted by you, can it be good?" ”

That being said, they went in and fetched it anyway.

Then go to the bright and atmospheric study and sit on the sofa to read slowly.

Uncle Wang was busy, pouring tea and water, for fear that the service would make a mistake.

When the tea was poured, the bigwigs had already started to watch, and the noise quickly turned into quiet.

Uncle Wang is a little uncomfortable, why is he so quiet? Usually the bigwigs are giggling.

He didn't dare to disturb him, so he walked out lightly and closed the door.

Then, from seven o'clock in the evening to ten o'clock in the evening, there was no sound in the study, and no one spoke.

Uncle Wang pushed the door several times to check, only to see that the bigwigs were all focused on reading and didn't raise their heads.

Later, three big men finally came out and directly instructed Uncle Wang: "You go and get a few books, and we'll take them away." I can't stand it, so I'll read it tomorrow, this book is quite interesting. ”

Uncle Wang hurriedly sent them a few more books, and sent them all the way home.

When he returned, the tea was already cold, and two more people left the study, and they also took several books with them.

At midnight, there were three people in the study, including Shao Minghua, all of whom were in their eighties, watching with relish and not resting.

Uncle Wang panicked, this is not good, if you don't rest, you have to do something.

Uncle Wang finally couldn't help it and called Miss.

"Miss, have you slept? The master and his two friends were fascinated by the book, and after reading for several hours, I was afraid that they would not be able to bear it. Uncle Wang whispered.

On the other side of the phone, Shao Yaoyao, who was wrapped up in the quilt, sat up all of a sudden, laughing without any image.

She was reviewing "Poetry and the Sea I", and she was a little fascinated just now, but she was disturbed by Uncle Wang.

Grandpa, the first time they watched "Poetry and the Sea I", it was strange that they were not fascinated.

"You give your phone to grandpa, I'll tell them." Shao Yaoyao commanded.

Uncle Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and with Miss's order, he dared to go in and disturb.

The study was still quiet, and Uncle Wang went in and whispered to Shao Minghua: "Master, master." ”

Shao Minghua finally came to his senses, and the two people next to him looked up in displeasure, not liking to be disturbed.

Uncle Wang stubbornly handed over the mobile phone: "Miss is looking for you." ”

The three of them were discouraged, Shao Minghua took the mobile phone and pressed the speakerphone: "Young, what to do?" ”

"Haha, grandpa, what time are you looking, you said you didn't want to watch "Poetry and the Sea" in the evening."

Shao Minghua raised his eyes to look at the clock, and it was twelve o'clock in the night! It had been years since he had gone so late without sleeping.

The other two old men hurriedly stood up and hurriedly left: "Mom, it's so late, my wife must think that I fell into the lake and drowned!" ”

"Those bastards of Kwon Kangning, they won't call us when they leave!"

The two old men hurriedly said goodbye and walked away with several books.

Jiangcheng, Longding Bay.

It's already midnight.

Liu Zhiqing had already rested, and Su Muyan was playing games in the live broadcast, crying wolves.

Chu He interacted with the reader until late, and only then did he lie down and sleep with Su Mu's smoke-scented quilt.

As a result, the bedside mobile phone shook, and the editor Liu Qiang called.

Chu He squinted his eyes and answered in a daze: "Editor, have you returned to the Demon Capital?" ”

"I've been back a long time ago, and I'm still busy in the editorial department. Mr. Chu, guess how many copies have been sold in Jingdong Mall? Liu Qiang's voice trembled with excitement.

Chu He was so sleepy that he didn't even open his eyelids: "How much?" ”

"116,000 copies! Twelve hours, three million! Liu Qiang was almost roaring.

Chu He was shocked, opened his eyes and said, "Really? ”

"Seriously! The eighteenth place in the hot search on Weibo - the best-selling book in China after "The Three-Body Problem". Mr. Chu, this time, you are on fire! ”

(Thanks Caivle for the reward!) Tomorrow will continue to add more, thank you for the reward of Xuan'愛戀 ゙~)