"There are still more than 40 days left before the auction takes place. Taking advantage of this time, you should be able to cultivate to the fifth level of Qi cultivation. ”

Thinking of this, Zhang Ze hung up the phone, took Liao Jie and the others out of the private room, and prepared to let Wang Hu drive them back to the rental building.

"Wang Hu, the address of the literary club is in the southern suburbs, the place is a bit remote, you can stay here at night. Of course, you can also choose to stay permanently.."

When taking the elevator, Zhang Zeyan also explained to Wang Hu the situation of the "Literature Society" and where the headquarters was located, so that he could find himself if he had trouble in the future, or if he had problems.

It's just that after Wang Hu heard it, he shouted "President", and there was no follow-up, and he seemed a little silent.

Because, Wang Hu, who is proficient in observing words and feelings, mistakenly thought that the words of the "president" wanted him to resign from his job as a driver and return to the "organization headquarters", so that he could work for the organization in the future, and no longer let him go back to Boss Zhou.

"I'm not an ordinary person anymore... Especially after coming into contact with such a magical 'world', it is estimated that the president will not let me step into the 'mortal dust'... But Boss Zhou is more kind to me than the mountain." Wang Hu thought with a sigh, and there was no word in the process of taking the elevator, and he was in a dilemma.

But Zhang Ze didn't know what Wang Hu thought.

"Sure enough, it's much more thoughtful than Qi Qian.." After seeing Wang Hu silent, he thought that Wang Hu was carefully remembering the address, so he didn't speak again, and he didn't know that Wang Hu was 'thinking nonsense' at this time.

This silent scene was not until everyone got out of the elevator, came to the outside of the hotel, and got into Wang Hu's car, Wang Hu changed his silence, hardened his head, and said to Zhang Ze with a little embarrassment: "President, I have been following Boss Zhou for many years, and there is no way to live in the guild."

Wang Hu attaches more importance to kindness and righteousness, and feels that Boss Zhou's kindness will not be finished in his life, so the meaning in his tone is that he still wants to help Boss Zhou.

However, today he met Zhang Ze, and he came into contact with such a magical "world", and received the general favor of "fairy fate", so that he is now in a bit of a dilemma.

And this problem is not that he is insatiable, wants to make Boss Zhou's money, and wants to learn "immortal arts" from Zhang Ze's side, but that he doesn't know how to repay the kindness of Boss Zhou and the president.

"Without Boss Zhou, I don't think I can even touch martial arts.." Wang Hu thought in his heart that after he was sent to a martial arts school by Boss Zhou when he was young, and spent money to find someone to teach him martial arts, he was very entangled in his heart, and felt that he couldn't "forget his roots".

But he didn't expect that he would actually be wrong about Zhang Ze's meaning.

"Hey!" At this time, Zhang Ze did not speak, and Liao Jie, who was in the passenger seat, heard Wang Hu's testimonial as if he was going on the road, but laughed out loud and joked with Wang Hu: "I said why are you silent?" It turns out that you think our literature will be some kind of 'closed organization'. ”

Liao Jie's laughter dispelled Wang Hu's somewhat tangled thoughts, and also made him a little stunned and embarrassed, knowing that he had guessed the wrong meaning of "president".

Again, Zhang doesn't have such thoughts.

He felt that he didn't have to become a "reader", so he had to live in the guild every day and think about the guild anytime and anywhere.

Just like Qi Qian and Zhang Daming, they don't do whatever they want every day.

But to put it bluntly, even if Zhang Ze is willing, there are not many rooms at home, and the rent costs money.

"You don't have to live in the guild every day, I'll let you know when something happens. Of course, if you have a problem with cultivation, you can also come to the guild to find me. After Zhang saw that Wang Hu was a little embarrassed, he patted the chair on his driver's seat, as if to end the topic, and motioned for him to drive.

"Thank you, President!" When Wang Hu heard this, the embarrassment on his face also turned into a smile, and then he pushed with one hand and started skillfully in gear.

Along the way, there was no small talk.

Wang Hu was still very quiet when he was driving, unlike Qi Qian's words, he was very attentive to driving again.

In this way, in the middle of the night, there were no cars on the road, and everything was smooth and good.

After about half an hour's journey, Zhang Ze and a few people returned to the rental building.

"Let's go back, we have to go to work the next day."

After Zhang Ze got out of the car, he didn't let Wang Hu send him and others upstairs, so he asked him to drive back.

Subsequently, when Zhang Ze took Xiao Zhi upstairs, he also asked Liao Jie, who was leading the way, "There will be an auction at the end of next month, and on the premise of not hindering work, do you have time to participate?"

When Zhang Ze was talking to Qi Qian and Zhang Daming on the phone, Liao Jie was also beside him and did not avoid anything, so he also knew about Qi Qian's figurative antiques.

So, now that he heard Zhang Ze's inquiry, he casually said that he must have time.

"Yes, my verbal contract is about to expire." He promised the Yang brothers to help for another month. Today, there are only about ten days left before this time limit.

"Okay."

Zhang Ze nodded, he thought that this auction was an interesting thing, and simply asked all readers to go and see it together, and it would be a publicly-funded tour.

Because the city chosen for the auction is a first-tier city.

And Zhang Daming participated as a 'seller', so the hotel where he stayed on this trip has been fully contracted by the organizer, which can save a lot of money.

With this purpose, Zhang Ze is preparing to take a publicly-funded tour to bring readers closer to each other.

While Zhang Ze was thinking, after going upstairs, when Liao Jie opened the door of the rental house with a "click", a burst of smoke suddenly drifted in the house, interrupting Zhang Ze's thoughts, and also made Liao Jie bear the brunt of it, caught off guard, and coughed again and again by this "smoke".

"Ahem.. Could it be that the house is on fire! Liao Jie was shocked in his heart and ran towards the house.

But when he came in, he saw that the house was full of cigarette butts, and at the same time, with the sound of "squeaking", the treasure hunt rat was running in the "smoke" like a fascination.

In the environment of the house with this cloudy and mist, the treasure hunt rat at this time is on the sofa, jumping up and down like a spirit in a fairyland, "soaring clouds and driving the fog".

This is the treasure hunting rat taking advantage of Zhang Ze's absence to get too much of a cigarette addiction.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak! Squeak.." At this time, after the treasure hunting mouse saw Zhang Ze come back, because of the "smoke and rat gall", its little head was raised, a pair of small paws gestured, and pointed to the cigarette.

The translation means: 'I'm happy enough, but I still have a long way to go, and I can continue to be happy, so can you not beat me!' And don't confiscate my cigarettes..'

Zhang shook his head with a smile after seeing the situation in the house and the cute appearance of the treasure hunt rat scurrying under his feet.

Although he didn't understand what the treasure hunt rat meant, he didn't blame it for anything, but stepped forward to open the doors and windows of the house, letting the smoke drift away.

"As long as you don't order your home, then everything is easy to say.." Zhang Ze thought to himself, with a gentle smile on his face, and touched the little head of the treasure hunting mouse.