"I'm afraid I won't be able to do it myself."

Hearing the invitation of the handsome man's president, Liu Pujia replied with a slightly red face.

She knew very well that the other party invited her to participate in the management of the charity fund, partly because he trusted her ability, and partly because he wanted to help her increase her income.

The vice president and secretary general of the Huaxia Science Fiction Association look very glamorous on the outside, but the real subsidy is not much, and the rest of the vice presidents have their own industries and incomes, and they don't live on this subsidy.

Compared with the rest of the vice presidents, Liu Pujia only helped her grandfather look after the store, and most of it was her grandfather's income, which was slightly weak.

"It's okay, just help me oversee the operation of the charitable foundation. If you don't mind a little more hard work, I'll let Secretary Ren contact you later. ”

Smiling, Wang Yongren didn't say much, and gave Secretary Ren next to him a look.

And the secretary Ren, who knew the meaning of the boss, also stepped forward to exchange business cards with the other party in a timely manner.

"Thank you, President Wang, I will work hard."

Taking the female secretary's business card, Liu Pujia said with a slight blush.

No matter what, she will not live up to the trust of the other party.

More than ten minutes later, helping her grandfather back to her room to rest, Liu Pujia read the message sent by the secretary and logged on to the website of the charity foundation on her laptop.

"Charity Fund"

Looking at the simple and atmospheric page of the charitable foundation, Liu Pujia quickly found the introduction of the foundation, as well as the number of people who had been rescued before and the funds that were retained now.

When she saw the 10-figure retained funds, Liu Pujia couldn't help but widen her eyes.

She had never heard of such a large charitable foundation before.

The preconceived impression of President Wang was very good, Liu Pujia never doubted the authenticity of this charitable foundation, not to mention that there was a trillion group like TX Group in the donation list.

"Tick tock"

The mobile phone rang, and Liu Pujia picked it up.

"Hello Secretary-General Liu, I am Weng Zhenrong, the person in charge of the Charity Fund."

"Hello, President Weng."

Hearing the other party's self-report, Liu Pujia replied a little nervously, after all, the other party is the person in charge of a super charity fund.

"Secretary-General Liu, I don't know when you have time, let's meet and have a detailed chat."

"Okay, it's just that I'm now in Rongcheng to participate in the Nebula Award ceremony of the Huaxia Science Fiction Association."

"It just so happens that I'm also in Rongcheng, do you have time to meet tomorrow?"

"Yes."

After a brief chat, Liu Pujia hung up the phone, her face was filled with a longing color, and finally she waved her fist hard.

Perhaps, she has found a direction worth working on in her life.

On the other side, Wang Yongren, who participated in the general election of the president, returned to his hotel to rest, and had dinner with Miss Feng by the way.

"When will your new book be released?"

Feng Qingxi, who was eating dinner and couldn't help but sit in the other party's arms, asked in an undulating voice.

At this time, the female artists who helped had already returned to other rooms to rest, but no one saw such an appetizing scene.

"I'll send you a set in April."

Looking at the big conscience in front of him, Wang Yongren was a little unintentional, and his attention had already been diverted and he couldn't move away.

"I want you to send it yourself."

"Okay."

Hearing the other party's crisp answer, Feng Qingxi happily gave his slightly sweet lipstick.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the 7th Nebula Awards of the Chinese Science Fiction Association was held on time in the banquet hall of a five-star hotel, and hundreds of guests came to attend the award ceremony.

When the host announced President Liu's speech, the audience of science fiction writers and book fans stood up and applauded at the same time.

"This year is the seventh year of our Huaxia Nebula Award."

After some bittersweet memories, President Liu officially introduced his successor, President Chen, which can be regarded as a complete completion of the handover of the Huaxia Science Fiction Association.

In the past more than ten awards, in the process of awarding the largest Nebula Awards, Wang Yongren, the lifelong honorary president of the Chinese Science Fiction Association, took the stage to deliver a speech.

Compared with the applause of President Liu when he came to the stage before, it was not much better at this time, but the young writers sitting in the audience looked at the young and handsome figure, their eyes were somewhat envious and jealous, and there was an ambition of 'he can replace him'.

Everyone is the same age, why can Wang Yongren achieve hundreds of millions of annual royalties, but they can't do it?!

"For the old-timers present, I'm also a newcomer to science fiction, but I'm a little luckier. Here, I wish more and more members of the Chinese Science Fiction Association, more and more influence of the Nebula Award, and more prosperity of the Chinese science fiction industry. ”

After a few simple words, after everyone applauded, Wang Yongren simply opened the list of awards: "The winner of the Huaxia Science Fiction Nebula Award is"

After the award ceremony, Wang Yongren saw that President Liu was not in good spirits, and helped Liu Pujia to the hotel room to rest.

"President Wang, I have already spoken on the phone with President Weng of the Charity Foundation and agreed to meet tomorrow."

As the handsome writer was about to leave, Liu Pujia talked about the previous call.

"Secretary-General Liu, I believe you are competent, come on."

Hearing the other party's words, Wang Yongren smiled and nodded, then turned around and went out.

After that, he naturally wanted to go back to the five-star hotel next to him and accompany Miss Feng to see the night view of Rongcheng.

Although Miss Feng's figure is more conspicuous, no one found Wang Yongren, a low-key ordinary writer, and the two sat in a snack bar on the covered bridge and ate a lighter supper.

"The big man of the magic capital is about to arrive in the capital."

Eating supper, Feng Qingxi talked about the whereabouts of a certain squad leader.

"Well, Sister Li told me about it."

Regarding the whereabouts of the big guys, Wang Yongren is also quite concerned.

So far, his assets in China have basically reached the trillion level, and he can already be regarded as a rich party, but because of his low profile, he is also safe and smooth.

In the future, as long as he develops silently, he may not be able to let his children and grandchildren support a century-old family.

Such an expectation is not in vain for him to be reborn.

"Have you ever thought about buying a small island in the Pacific Ocean in the future, becoming a king, and having three wives and four concubines?"

didn't say much, Feng Qingxi chatted about another topic, and looked at each other with a smile in a pair of beautiful eyes.

"I've bought two small islands and they're being renovated, one of which I'll give you."

After listening to Miss Feng's ridicule, Wang Yongren's answer was more formal.

A few years later, in the capital winter, he was ready to spend a few years overseas on vacation, and now he has bought two larger islands for all-round renovation.

"Okay, then I'm not the only queen on the island."

Looking at the other party's serious expression, Feng Qingxi's beautiful eyes were full of friendship.

Since she took the initiative to jump into the love network woven by the other party, she found that she was unable to extricate herself, and even was willing to do so.

Although he can't enter the marriage hall with each other openly, Feng Qingxi feels that his love experience is happier than that of most girls.

"Of course, if you have time, I'll take you to the island. By the way, I can get a foreign marriage certificate with you. ”

After taking a sip of tea, Wang Yongren seemed to be saying casual words.

With the relationship between Miss Feng and Su Su's sisters, as well as the role they play in his domestic industry, Wang Yongren has to give each other an explanation.

"You, is this a proposal to me?"

Hearing the other party's last sentence, Feng Qingxi was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the other party with a smile in his eyes.

"Definitely, if you give me a child, the island I sent will not be considered a successor."

Calmly looking at Miss Feng, Wang Yongren's tone did not have the slightest hesitation.

"Then you have to work harder, it's not up to me to decide."

The index finger of his left hand swiped across the back of the opponent's hand, and Feng Qingxi's face had a charming smile.

"I'm going to do my best."

On this issue, Wang Yongren did not shirk his responsibility in the slightest.

After sitting back and forth for an hour, when the two returned to the hotel suite, it was half past ten in the evening.

When Miss Feng was washing, Wang Yongren took the time to make a good night call with Senior Sister Su and his little girlfriend in the study.

When he walked back to the master bedroom and looked at Miss Feng sitting on the single sofa reading a book in a red suspender silk pajamas, Wang Yongren couldn't help but walk over and help her by the floor-to-ceiling window, condescendingly admiring the night view of Rongcheng.

After only staying in Rongcheng for one day and one night, Wang Yongren took a private plane to the capital on the morning of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, while Secretary Weng, who originally followed him, stayed in Rongcheng temporarily and confirmed the position of the charity foundation with Liu Pujia.

In addition to visiting his two mentors, Wang Yongren basically did not have any tasks to visit relatives and friends during the Chinese New Year, and took Senior Sister Su and the children to play in the prairie for a few days.

When he returned to Hangzhou, it was already the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, and Wang Yongren took his family back to Wangzhai Village, Kangyong's hometown, to see the dragon lantern.

"Dad, what is the Dragon Lantern?"

On the Mercedes-Benz RV heading to his hometown, Yunduoer, who had no impression of the dragon lantern, sat in his father's arms and asked curiously.

"Welcoming the dragon lantern is the custom of my father's hometown. On the thirteenth day of the first month. Do you want to see it? ”

Simply explained the meaning of the dragon lantern to Yun Duoer, and Wang Yongren asked with a smile.

"I want to see it."

Hearing her father ask, Yun Duoer replied loudly.

"Yunduo'er, this is the dragon lantern."

At this time, Liuliu took the drawing board and showed a simple painting to his sister opposite.

Although it is only a middle class, Liuliu has studied painting for a year and a half, but it is also presentable, you can clearly see the shape of a dragon lantern, and a group of figures carrying the dragon head are also looming.

He had seen the dragon lantern a few times in Kangyong's hometown before, and he had a deep memory.

"Wow."

Looking at her brother's painting, Yun Duo'er applauded in surprise, greatly satisfying her brother's sense of honor.

"Six-six is awesome."

As a father, Wang Yongren also praised his son.

"Hehehehe"

Liuliu, who was praised for it, is ready to learn more painting skills after the start of school, draw the beautiful scenery and scenes he sees, and give his sister Zhang Zhang insight.

As for the praise from mom and dad, it's all incidental.

"Mom asked us, how much does our family pack when the dragon lantern sends blessings at night?"

After looking at WeChat, Su Qiuyi opened her mouth and asked her younger brother's husband.

According to the custom of welcoming the dragon lantern, after the performance is finished at nine o'clock in the evening, the head of the household will send blessings to the door of the head of the household who has been noted in advance, and the head of the household will also give some red envelopes as the cost of the dragon lantern this time, and after leveling the expenses of the village, and then subsidize the villagers of each household out of the dragon lantern bridge.

"Pack 66,000 and ask for good luck."

Seeing Senior Sister Su ask, Wang Yongren casually said a number.

As the richest man in the village, it is not appropriate to have less bags, and it is too high-profile to have more bags, and the number of more than 60,000 is about the same.

In the trivial matters at home, my mother discussed directly with Senior Sister Su, and the relationship between her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was harmonious.

In fact, many of the conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the TV series are caused by everyone living together because of the concept of consumption.

Since getting married, except for going to Pan'an every summer vacation to escape the summer, Wang Yongren and his wife rarely live with their parents, and they have nannies and aunts in their daily lives, so there is nothing to quarrel about at all.

"Okay."

After getting the answer from the junior, Su Qiuyi sent a message to her mother-in-law, asking the other party to prepare cash in advance.

It didn't take long for the convoy to reach the exit of Kangyong Expressway and drive in the direction of Wangzhai Village.

When I arrived at Wangzhai Village, it was only ten o'clock in the morning, but it was still a little blocked.

In addition to the dragon lantern, the village also paid for the famous Shaocheng Yue Opera Troupe to hold a big show for six days and six nights, so many relatives of the villagers have come early to prepare to watch the play in the afternoon.

Fortunately, Wang Yongren's newly built villa is at the entrance of the village, and there is an empty road at the door, and there is enough space to park, otherwise there is no place to put the bodyguard's car.

"Daddy, I want marshmallows."

Held in her father's arms, Yun Duoer saw the marshmallow in the distance and shouted with a cute voice.

"Daddy, I want that dragon's maltose."

Liuliu, who was holding his father's hand next to him, also said his thoughts.

Although his mother is by his side, he, a little man, must stay with his father.

"Okay."

For the choice of his children, Wang Yongren, who fully respects it, bought two kinds of candy.

"Mom, I'm with you."

Holding a glass of marshmallow larger than her face, Yun Duoer handed it to her mother next to her.

In the routine of currying favor with the elders, Yun Duoer dumped her brother several streets.

"Thank you, Yunduoer."

Facing her daughter's sensibility, Su Qiuyi also smiled and thanked her.

The son is sensible, and the daughter will be coquettish, which is quite in line with her previous expectations for her children, and it can be regarded as a gift from God.

The family of four stayed in front of the stage for more than half an hour, and then Wang Yongren went back with his daughter who wanted to sleep.

For most of the afternoon, Liuliu played in the toy room, Senior Sister Su accompanied Yun Duoer to sleep in the room, and Wang Yongren stayed quietly in the study to look at the manuscripts that had been repaired twice.

Wang Yongren, who is worth hundreds of billions of dollars, values his reputation and does not want to publish a science fiction book that will be criticized by book fans after four years.

Similarly, Hachette also attached great importance to the world-renowned science fiction writer who had created several sales miracles, and organized a translation team of 40 professional translators, half of whom were international students from China, to translate the Chinese language "The Alliance's Last Expedition" into the rest of the country's major languages.

What Wang Yongren is looking at now is an English manuscript that has been repaired twice.

Don't look at his college English level 6 test, but in the ten years since he started writing the book, Wang Yongren has never stopped learning, and his current English reading ability is not worse than that of some English foreign trade specialists.

"Huh?!"

Seeing a line of words, Wang Yongren couldn't help frowning.