The next day, Qin Feng drove to the National Museum.

The road in front of the National Museum is forbidden to park, and the main entrance is only open to tourists, and you can't enter without an advance reservation, so Qin Feng saw Zhou Jin waiting early at the side door of the National Museum office building.

After entering the park, there were two pine trees in front of the side door, with a strange and solemn shape, and Zhou Jin sat on the bench under the tree, tilting his head and leaning on the backrest to read.

The pine needles on the pine tree fell on his shoulders without realizing it, and when Qin Feng walked to the side, Zhou Jin didn't even notice it.

It wasn't until he reached out and took out a pine needle that fell into Zhou Jin's neck that Zhou Jin came back to his senses.

Seeing that it was Qin Feng, Zhou Jin hurriedly closed the book, "Sir!" ”

"How long have you been waiting?"

"Shortly after arriving." Zhou Jin smiled elegantly.

Qin Feng also laughed, "When I read this book of "New Words on Cutting the Lantern" in your study last night, the bookmark was still inserted on the second volume, and when I glanced at it just now, I saw the tail volume, right?" Keeping you waiting. ”

Zhou Jin's face turned red when he heard this, and he held the book in his hand, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Mr. is erudite, you can know where the content is in the book at a glance." ”

Qin Feng shook his head, thinking that he didn't forget his level 10 thinking ability, at least he knew what the content of the books he had read and what parts he had read.

This "New Words of Cutting the Lantern" is also more famous in the Ming Dynasty, he has two versions of vernacular and literary language at home, and he often flips through the content when he has seen enough, and learns some ancient words and sentences against it.

"Although the sages say to be honest, the sophistication of human feelings is not a lie." Qin Feng patted Zhou Jin on the shoulder and said with a smile: "The first lesson I taught you, don't read dead books, it's a good thing to have emotional intelligence...... Let's go, go and meet the curator, today is still thanks to you for helping me make an appointment, I have to say thank you. ”

"Sir doesn't have to be polite to me, it's only natural to be a student helping a teacher."

Zhou Jin stuffed the book into the schoolbag he was carrying, and drove into the side door.

It doesn't look like he's here for the first time.

Now is the point of work, many employees in the office building have arrived at their posts one after another, it can be seen that this kind of top tourism department has high requirements for dress, Qin Feng has a large number of circles, men are all leather shoes, leading shirts, women are all professional clothes, it is rare to see him and Zhou Jin such casual clothes.

So soon they became the center of attention.

But soon Qin Feng found that they were very respectful after seeing Zhou Jin, and outsiders like himself entered the office building of the National Museum, and there was no one who came to ask along the way, which was smoother than walking around Guanhai TV.

Zhou Jin led Qin Feng to turn left and right, and arrived at an office with a nameplate at the door that read "Propaganda Department".

knocked on the door, Zhou Jin pushed the door in, and a middle-aged man with a short figure and a capable look was frowning and tapping on the keyboard, and when he saw Zhou Jin coming in, he was obviously stunned.

"Zhou Shao?"

"I'm looking for the curator." Zhou Jin said: "On the phone last night, he said that he came late today, and if I arrived, I would come to you first." ”

"Is there anything wrong with Zhou Shao?"

The man hurriedly got up to give up his seat to Zhou Jin, and then glanced at Qin Feng, who was following Zhou Jin.

Qin Fengsheng is handsome and chic, and he can't tell from his appearance that he is already a person who has run for three, like a sunny and handsome college student, this man regards him as Zhou Jin's friend.

Since it was Zhou Shao's friend, he naturally had to be polite, and pulled a chair for Qin Feng to come over, while he stood next to him.

"It's about promoting the museum, and I heard that there is a support project recently to vigorously develop tourism and cultural promotion, and the curator handed it over to your propaganda department."

"There is indeed such a thing, Zhou Shao is really well-informed." The man scratched his head, which had little hair, and his face was full of sadness.

"It's just that the funds are not only on the side of our National Museum, but also across the road from the Noon Gate, dozens of kilometers away from the Summer Palace, and the Great Wall, which is crowded with people every year.

The man sighed and said: "The funds are small but I have to make performance, and I have been busy writing plans these days...... Zhou Shao, you came to the curator for this? ”

Zhou Jin looked at Qin Feng, the latter nodded, and he said to the man: "My husband wants to cooperate with you." ”

"Cooperation?" The man's ears moved, first listened to what he was interested in, and then wondered: "Your husband?" ”

Qin Feng stood up and smiled: "I want to cooperate with your museum, and I will help with the promotion of tourism...... It's kind of a bid. ”

"You ......"

"My name is Qin Wuxiang." Qin Feng introduced himself with a smile.

In his eyes, the process of the man's expression changing from doubt to shock was almost in slow motion, and the muscles pulled by the change in expression were so distinct.

So Qin Feng not only sighed in his heart, out of the one acre and three points of land that viewed the sea, the name Qin Wuxiang was much easier to use than Qin Feng.

"You are Qin Wuxiang?!"

I called you just now, but now the name will change directly to you, and Qin Feng, who looked at the man with a solemn and respectful look, felt uncomfortable.

"Let's go to the conference room and talk!"

The man was the first to go out, shouting at the empty corridor at the door: "That one, make three cups of tea and send them to the conference room, and take a few more copies of the souvenirs we prepared for the Double Ninth Festival!" ”

After that, he politely led Qin Feng to the conference room, and soon the tea and gifts had been prepared.

He didn't doubt at all whether Qin Feng was really Qin Wuxiang, and the person Zhou Jin brought over could never be a fake.

"Hello Teacher Qin Wuxiang, my name is He Wenzhao, you can call me Xiaohe."

"Hello Director He."

The two shook hands, He Wenzhao put his two hands into fists on the table, and rubbed his thumbs back and forth: "Teacher Qin Wuxiang is here to talk about cooperation?" ”

"Yes, as a literati, I certainly have to contribute to the promotion of traditional culture."

"It is worthy of being a cultural person, and his ideological consciousness is higher than that of us ordinary people."

He Wenzhao greeted Qin Feng for a moment, and asked tentatively: "I personally agree with the cooperation, Teacher Qin Wuxiang will go back and ask your team to contact us, send the plan and quotation, if there is no problem, I will report to the curator, and the matter will be decided." ”

Qin Feng was slightly stunned: "My team? ”

"That's right," He Wenzhao nodded: "The publicity team, whether it's under your name or otherwise, as long as it's introduced by you, I will give priority to the plan." ”

When Qin Feng heard this, he knew that the other party had misunderstood something, thinking that he had entrusted Zhou Jin's relationship to come over and go through the back door.

"I don't have a team." Qin Feng smiled: "I really just want to help promote, I'm not familiar with the quotation or anything, and I'm not short of money, so I should make a friend." ”

This time, He Wenzhao was stunned, "What do you mean?" ”

"I'll write a few articles to help you publicize, I don't charge money, I just hope that you can allow me to enter and leave the museum freely, and if it works, it will be good to admit that it is my credit at that time."

"This ......"

Qin Feng said to He Wenzhao that he was stunned, he looked at Zhou Jin inexplicably, but the latter was very calm.

"What Mr. said is already very clear, visit the museum, write a few articles to help promote it, and don't charge money just fame."

He Wenzhao scratched his head again and pondered for a while.

Qin Feng was not in a hurry, he drank tea slowly and waited for him to think about it.

"Okay, I'll ask the staff to get you two badges later, and you can come and go as you like at any time of the day...... However, the rules in the museum must be followed, and the cultural relics must not be touched. ”

He Wenzhao put on a very serious expression and tone: "Teacher Qin Wuxiang should be a smart person, Zhou Shao, you also know how to measure, each piece of cultural relics is priceless and has special historical significance, and no one can afford to damage it." ”

Qin Feng got up and shook hands with him again: "I won't disappoint Director He." ”

Qin Feng left with Zhou Jin, they came too early in the morning and neither of them had eaten, so when the master paid out of his own pocket to invite Zhou Jin to have a good meal nearby.

He Wenzhao thought about this matter in the office, but he really couldn't figure out what Qin Wuxiang wanted to do, and after hearing that the curator came to work, he hurried to the curator's office.

"Curator, Curator!"

"What's wrong, Xiaohe, are you in a hurry like this?"

The little old man in his sixties who was the curator had just put down the briefcase in his hand when he heard He Wenzhao shouting and pushing the door in, frowning and asking, "What did Zhou Jin say to you?" ”

He is a protégé of the Zhou family, although the teacher passed away a few years ago, but to be a man, you have to be grateful to repay the kindness, plus the teacher liked Zhou Jin very much before his death, he has always had a good relationship with Zhou Jin.

You don't have to think about it to know that it was Zhou Jin who said something to He Wenzhao, so he was in such a hurry.

But He Wenzhao shook his head: "It's not Zhou Shao, it's Qin Wuxiang!" ”

"Qin Wuxiang?" The curator was stunned, "Qin Wuxiang is ......"

He thought about it in his mind for a while, but he felt that the name was familiar, and he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

He Wenzhao hurriedly explained: "Writing science fiction, "Water Drops", "Spherical Electric Cloud", "The Wandering Earth"? ”

"Oh, it's him." The curator nodded suddenly, nodded and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Zhou Shao brought him over......" He Wenzhao told the curator everything about the conversation in the conference room, and this time the curator was stunned.

"You say this sci-fi writer wants to help us promote it?"

"I don't want money yet." He Wenzhao added.

The curator thought for a moment, took out the thermos cup, blew the hot air, drank a sip of water, and didn't speak for a long time.

He Wenzhao cautiously asked: "I gave them their work cards and let them wander around the museum casually, this matter ......?"

"Anyway, if you don't want money, just rely on them." The curator pondered for a long time and said: "There is security in the museum, and the tempered glass bullets of those cultural relics can't penetrate it, and besides, Zhou Jin, the kid, is also measured, let them go." ”

After saying that, the curator glanced at He Wenzhao and said seriously: "In addition, the plan of the support plan should be done quickly, and I will do everything possible to contact the publicity team, all over the country, as long as I can make achievements...... This support plan is very important, you have to show decent results, otherwise it will ......"

The curator frowned, his expression distressed.

Reservations are required to visit the National Museum, and most of the attractions in the capital are like this.

In the past few years, the 30,000 people in the museum have not been able to make reservations every day, and recently it has been difficult to recover some of the tourism economy, but except for the off-season except holidays, the number of people who want to fill up on weekdays can only be in the afternoon.

He Wenzhao nodded and said solemnly: "The plan is already being written, and the team is also in contact, but the funds are tight, and I am afraid there will be no imaginary results...... Curator, I don't think you're too optimistic about Qin Wuxiang's help? ”

The curator is old, and he is a few years younger than Mr. Wang, and people of their age have recognized those veteran writers along the way, those who wrote "Red Sorghum" and "Alive".

Qin Wuxiang's audience was young people, so the curator just thought his name was familiar at first, and he couldn't even remember it for a while.

The curator shook his head when he heard this: "A person who writes science fiction and knows a fart history?" I guess I just wrote a few travelogues...... What is the use of a few travelogues? If it is useful, why don't other scenic spots invite writers to write travelogues? Xiaohe, don't get your hopes up, just think of it as Zhou Jin's playfulness, such an important thing as a support policy has to be done step by step, and we will do what other attractions do, and the premise of the results is not to make mistakes. ”

When the curator said this, He Wenzhao scratched his head, and the vision that he had originally had a few hints of expectation for Qin Wuxiang to descend from the sky was also extinguished.

The curator is right, not making mistakes is the most important thing, and a science fiction writer is not very suitable for a museum!

"If you can help promote the space museum, so that more tourists can be considered a victory." He Wenzhao sighed and muttered.

——

"Do you have a bad appetite, sir?"

"Not very used to the diet in the capital."

Qin Feng looked at the bowl of bean juice on the table, frowned and smiled bitterly and waved his hand, just now he pinched his nose and took a sip, and he was sure that he would never let this thing on his table again in the rest of his life.

Zhou Jin drank it very neatly, after all, he was born and raised in the locals, and he was already used to eating and drinking.

It's just that even when he was eating, Zhou Jin was still reading the book "New Words on Cutting the Lantern", and he had finished reading the last volume after a breakfast.

The two of them went out of the hotel to the main gate of the National Museum, and Qin Feng asked as he walked: "Do you read the book a second time?" ”

"Yes, every time I reread it, I will have a new experience."

"Then you might as well take notes when you read for the first time, and write them next to the sentence to help deepen your understanding...... I see that the books on your shelves are clean and as good as new. ”

"I was always afraid of getting the book dirty, so I didn't dare to write on it."

Qin Feng smiled and rubbed Zhou Jin's head: "It's not a good thing that the book is too clean, if the book is clean, the head will be clean, at least leave something after reading." ”

"Sir, when will you start teaching me to write?"

"It starts today."

After entering the main entrance of the National Museum, it is not yet the opening time of the attractions, so there is no one else in the museum except for three or two tour guides and security guards.

The lights in the empty museum are dim, only the booths are lit up with white light, as if the cultural relics are telling the two of them their glory in the long river of time in the dark night.

The historical area of the National Museum is the main one, from the primitive society to the Qing Dynasty, and the representative cultural relics of each era are displayed in chronological order.

Qin Feng stood in the exhibition area of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, taking out his laptop from his bag, "Next, I plan to spend a whole day browsing all the exhibition areas, selecting some representative and visually striking cultural relics, and writing the stories behind them." I will also pick a few things that you are familiar with for you to write, feel free to write boldly, and I will guide you according to your style and narrative technique. ”

Zhou Jin nodded, and then took out a pen and paper from his bag.

He wasn't used to using computer codewords, and he always felt that writing on paper would calm him down.

Qin Feng doesn't have too many opinions on this, it's just personal habits, and there is no right or wrong.

"It's going to be tiring to go shopping all day, so I'll make it clear to you in advance."

"It's okay sir, I'm not afraid of getting tired."

"Perseverance is the premise of doing anything, you have this heart, and it is only a matter of time before you succeed."

Qin Feng has a high opinion of Zhou Jin, who is less than twenty years old and so stable and sensible, the future is promising.

Next, Qin Feng really spent a whole day selecting cultural relics, and Qin Feng was not very familiar with the history involved in some cultural relics, so he didn't have to check it on the Internet, and Baidu's things may not be accurate.

He only needs to ask the corresponding tour guide in the museum, the tour guide who can work at the National Museum can be said to be the highest level in the industry, some anecdotes, wild history and history will come as soon as he opens his mouth, Qin Feng only needs to use his 10-level thinking ability and 10-level writing ability to integrate into a dazzling story.

Zhou Jin has been following Qin Feng, selected historical relics such as the Three Kingdoms, Sui and Tang Dynasties, and wrote several articles.

Whenever Zhou Jin came to him and handed over the letterhead, Qin Feng would immediately stop the keyboard in his hand, put the computer aside, read the articles written by Zhou Jin wholeheartedly, and then give serious advice.

Just like a responsible middle school teacher teaching students to write essays, Qin Feng really treats Zhou Jin as his own student and spares no effort to teach.

Someone pointed out, Zhou Jin made rapid progress, he used to feel and sent a pen to write something, but he couldn't read it after writing, and he was discouraged after tearing it off, and he wouldn't pick up the pen again for a long time after that.

But today, Qin Feng's every time he pointed out made him feel reasonable, and the encouraging education made Zhou Jin feel that he could write better next time, and at the end of the day, he actually used paper and pen to keep up with one-tenth of Qin Feng's writing speed, which was terrifying.

And Qin Feng was even more terrifying, his two hands were dancing on the keyboard, and in one day, he went through all the cultural relics in the museum, selected twenty satisfactory cultural relics, and wrote seven or eight thousand words of copywriting stories for each cultural relic.

Zhou Jin saw all this in his eyes and admired it from the bottom of his heart.

Mr. is really talented, and he doesn't even have time to go shopping and write, and he has to take time to teach himself, but he doesn't look tired at all.

Zhou Jin himself passed the freshness, and by the evening he had obviously felt tired and wrapped himself like a tide, and his feet were sore and painful.

"Sir, why are you helping the National Museum so much?"

Qin Feng packed up his laptop and put it back in his computer bag, thought about it, and replied, "For your master." ”

"Fang Nianwei?"

"Looks like you've checked."

"Many people say that you and Shi Niang are hype." Zhou Jin said honestly: "I didn't believe it at first, but now that you admit it yourself, sir, then I will believe it." ”

"You don't have to be so blind, you have to make your own judgment in everything."

"My judgment is that the gentleman is a trustworthy person." Zhou Jin was very serious.

Qin Feng smiled when he heard this, he could see that Zhou Jin was sincere.

The two of them walked out of the gate of the National Museum, and the sky was already dark.

Qin Feng said: "It's time to go back, I won't use it for the National Museum tomorrow, and the cultural relics used for publicity in the first phase are enough, twenty are enough." I have something to deal with, and the next time we meet between master and apprentice, if nothing else, it should be on TV. ”

Zhou Jin Bingxue was smart and stunned, then came back to his senses and asked, "Is it related to Li Ming, who is in charge of variety shows on the TV station?" ”

Qin Feng nodded: "It is estimated that it will be a matter of the past few days." ”

This is the second step of the plan, to sell Li Ming a big favor, so big that he is willing to help himself.

This is very important.

Qin Feng looked back at the gate of the National Museum, the National Museum under the sunset was so magnificent.

It is so big, so big that it contains 5,000 years of Chinese civilization.

Qin Feng took the initiative to help the National Museum do cultural propaganda without money, seemingly in order to make some achievements and impress the old man, but in fact, the deeper purpose was for Wang Anruo.

【Point Settlement】

[The relationship with "Wang Anruo" is a "long-distance relationship"]

[Bonus points: 500 points!] 】

[Points Remaining: 700 Points!] 】

"Seven days to go."

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

Every time he settles the reward with Wang Anruo, the monthly payment will be deducted after seven days, which means that he will get 300 points for the remaining seven days.

But he wasn't worried at all, patted his computer bag, and the plan was more than half successful.

Zhou Jin tilted his head to look at Qin Feng's calm face, knowing that he was doing something very important, but he didn't know it, and he wouldn't ask.

"Sir."

"What's wrong?"

"When you're doing things, have you ever thought about what to do if you don't do it well?"

"Zhou Jin, never think about retreating for failure, that will lower your bottom line."

"Mr. can always say very philosophical things, just like Mr. writes articles, the writing is really good."

"As I've said before, writing is not about how ornate the rhetoric is, but about how many sentences you can make your eyes shine in a bland article."

Qin Feng paused and whispered, "It's like love in life." ”

A luxury car parked on the side of the road and picked up Zhou Jin, and when he had no worries, Qin Feng also drove a Bentley back to the hotel.

Next, it's time for the official accounts of Qin Wuxiang, which have just been opened on major platforms, to play a role.

The largest number of followers of one account has risen to 6 million followers in a day and a half, which is exaggerated to the extreme, breaking the record of followers on all platforms.

In the hotel at night, Qin Feng did not turn on the lights, in front of the glittering light on the desktop computer, he sat upright, put the microphone to his mouth, and read the manuscript he wrote in a magnetic and voice, telling the past and present of the cultural relics.

All twenty stories were dubbed, Qin Feng felt that his throat was about to smoke, and he drank a sip of water, and it was already dawn outside.

He tried to do his best over and over again, and he was actually busy all night.

Rubbing the corners of his eyes, Qin Feng packed all the audio and video production requirements into a compressed file and sent it to Zhu Cheng of Huatian Entertainment.

After doing all this, he let out a sigh of relief, turned over and lay on the bed, sent Wang Anruo a good morning, and fell asleep.

Many people are not optimistic about him, whether it is Mr. Wang or the people in charge of the National Museum. Some people feel that their character is too bad, and they are virtuous and talentless; Some people think that he is a science fiction author who has no research on history and is not of great use.

But as everyone knows, Qin Wuxiang has become a world-renowned science fiction author, simply because he chose the theme of science fiction when he was writing a book.

It is not science fiction that has made Qin Wuxiang, but Qin Wuxiang who has achieved science fiction.

The next thing to do is to wait quietly for the fame and connections accumulated by Qin Wuxiang's pen name for many years to ferment, and how much shock it will bring to the unfamiliar capital.

(End of chapter)