Chapter 230 Salon

Chapter 230 Salon

A few days later, An Younan gave Wang Zixu an address and ordered him to arrive at the destination within thirty minutes without explanation.

Starting from the venue, this "Ancient Xuanyuan Reading Salon" was a bit beyond Wang Zixu's imagination.

A certain private residence or small manor, with a fire burning in the fireplace, pastries on the long table, and a group of gentlemanly people sitting or lying down - this was the picture that came to his mind when he mentioned the word "salon".

Having this kind of imagination shows that he was deeply influenced by Flaubert, Maupassant and others, and he only had scenes of gatherings of Western novelists in his mind. But the actual address is Yujiang Huashan Hotel on Wangjiang Road.

This is one of the most famous five-star hotels in Donghai. The hotel often holds domestic and international events, and sometimes also hosts business receptions, so it has a strong "Chinese flavor".

There is a large stone monument like a shadow wall at the door, a fountain surrounded by verdant bushes, three flagpoles in the middle, and the national flag flying at the highest point. The main building has 5 floors. The glass curtain wall follows the streamlined wall, and the overall shape is like a big cap.

Wang Zixu arrived earlier, parked the car in the square at the entrance, and took a quick glance. There were two Maybachs, three Big Gs, a Rolls-Royce, and an unknown supercar with a cool shape.

He buttoned the first button of his shirt, took out a tie from the car window, and wrapped it around his neck.

Before coming, An Younan repeatedly told Wang Zixu to wear the best and most dignified clothes he could find, and never look as downcast as the clothes he wore at the seminar.

The prince told her that that was what he thought was the most dignified look.

So today he is wearing a casual suit that Ning Chunyan and Ye Lan helped him pick out earlier. Out of a thorough knowledge of his aesthetics, he chose to trust women's judgment.

However, after glancing at the parking lot, he began to feel that his clothing might still be a little too discreet.

Taking out his mobile phone, Wang Zixu sent a message to An Younan: "I'm here."

There was no reply there. He put his cell phone in his pocket, and a Range Rover drove past him and stopped at the port about twenty meters away from him.

The door opened. He looked over. Several people got out of the car. Among them, a man and a woman were dressed in gorgeous clothes, like golden girls. They were so dazzling that Wang Zixu subconsciously turned his head.

The person in the passenger seat got down and lit a cigarette. The "golden boy" said: "Director Lu, will you go in with us?"

This call was a bit jarring. Next, a rather familiar voice drifted into Wang Zixu's ears along the wind:

"I won't go this year. You are the key training targets of the Cultural Association this year. You should behave well after you go."

It’s a long way to go.

The three of them walked in harmony towards the door.

“I was still thinking that you could go in and help us support the venue. There are all big names in it. It’s our first time to participate, so we’re a little nervous.” The woman said.

Lu Chaoyuan glanced at her and smiled at her: "Don't be nervous, you will be the focus of the field."

The golden boy asked: "What about me?"

Lu Chao Yuan smiled slightly and said: "You won the Lu Prize at a young age, and your works were selected and sent overseas. Are you not confident?"

Jintong smiled and said: "It makes me happy to hear the praise from Director Lu."

The beautiful girl rolled her eyes at him: "Is this the idiom used like this?"

"I am a broken house."

The "golden boy" couldn't see a single pleat in his suit, and the fabric was as flat as the surface of the lake; the "beautiful girl" had long hair hanging down her waist, and gently lifted the hem of her skirt with her hands, her red dress swaying like flames.

Both of them are in their twenties, with clean and meticulous makeup. Compared with Wang Zixu's image, it can be said that "Ye Ran is like a god."

The three people passed by Wang Zixu. Wang Zixu was afraid of embarrassment, so he deliberately turned his back to the three people. He waited for the three people to pass before turning back.

After the beautiful girl passed by, she turned around and looked at him, and whispered:

"That man seems familiar."

The golden boy pursed his lips, half-smiling, and whispered: "That one is the one who has been on the Internet recently..."

"Yes. He is Wang Zixu." Lu Chaoyuan nodded, "I have not officially met him, but I saw him when he went to the Cultural Association."

"Why is he here?" Jade Girl frowned, "Did you invite him this year?"

Lu Chaoyuan said: "Judging from his qualifications, he is not qualified to receive the invitation."

"He's here to find someone," said the golden boy, "Do you want to say hello?"

"No, what's there to say hello to? I don't want to see him now." Lu Chaoyuan looked as usual.

The jade girl breathed a sigh of relief and said: "That's good. You don't have to say hello to him at the venue, right? I'm quite afraid of dealing with him."

The golden boy was confused: "Why?"

"I just feel, He is a bit aggressive, and how many seniors have been pushed into this. "

Jintong thought of something and asked, "Director Lu, why didn't the Literary and Art Association deal with him? His videos are still spreading on the Internet, and they are getting more and more popular. Should we just let him do this?"

Lu Chaoyuan shook his head: "He didn't post that video. It's hard to suppress the heat."

Jade girl thought thoughtfully: "Is there an expert behind him?"

Jintong said: "Don't think about conspiracy theories, it's just that we haven't found any good people. What kind of expert? Can you be taller than Director Lu? "

Lu Chaoyuan didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he simply said: "I'll just send you here. Just remember to behave well."

After saying goodbye to the two of them, he turned back and took a deep look at Wang Zixu who was standing on the roadside.

This person was standing by the flower bed, with his hands in his pockets, his hair ruffled by the wind, silent and not knowing what he was thinking.

Lu Chaoyuan waved, and Land Rover came up to him and took him away.

After the golden boy and the beautiful girl waved goodbye, the beautiful girl turned and looked at the golden boy:

“Zixu may have indeed received the invitation.”

The golden boy said: "Are you overthinking it? How could a person who became popular through Internet hype receive an invitation?"

"Intuition." The woman did not explain too much, turned around and entered the gilded door.

A white sports car drove towards him like a silver arrow. It drove towards Wang Zixu and stopped beside him.

The scissor door was raised high, and a half-length ankle stretched out from behind the cold metal light. The white high heels studded with diamonds took the lead, and the angle of the arch of the foot was like a bright moon.

An Younan's figure appeared from behind the car door.

She was wearing a long silk dress, with thin shoulder straps hanging gently on her round and smooth shoulders. The black satin made the cold white skin even more dazzling, making people's eyes wander upwards. Palpitations;

The two icy blue earrings on her earlobes flashed with her movements. Looking up, you can see the corners of her mouth raised confidently, with a matte rose color on her lips, and dark eyeliner at the end of her eyes.

"Does it look good?" An Younan put his hands behind his back, "I asked a well-known makeup artist to put on my makeup. I got up at 4 o'clock this morning and started doing it. It took more than 3 hours to do it."

Wang Zixu turned away his face and said, "No wonder you arrived so late."

"Oh, I guessed your reaction." An Younan's face fell, but he replied in an instant. He smiled again, looked him up and down, and nodded, "Yes, the aesthetics are not bad."

Wang Zixu was a little surprised: "You didn't mock me for wearing cheap clothes?"

“How luxurious can you wear with your money?” After An Younan finished speaking, he asked, “By the way, what are you doing here? Why don’t you go in first?”

It took An Younan two seconds to figure out what he wanted to say. He laughed and said, "Just tell me my name."< /p>

“I didn’t know your name so conveniently.”

“Then you are a bit ignorant.”

An Younan stretched out her hand and took his arm naturally. Wang Zixu subconsciously stepped back, but she tightened her hold. His arm crashed into her arms and pressed against her slender waistline wrapped in a waist-cinching long skirt.

"Help me, these high heels are too high, I'm not used to them."

Wang Zixu said, "In that case, why bother wearing them?"

"I have height anxiety, that's okay. Right? Today is such an important occasion, you must take it seriously, you know what the hell."

As the two of them walked towards the entrance, a low-key black car drove slowly. After parking, Chen Qingluo got out of the car, followed by the man in the driver's seat.

“Qingluo, we’re here.” The man closed the car door.

“I can see it.” Chen Qingluo squinted and looked into the distance.

The man’s name is Zhang Ruofei. He is the editor in charge of Zhongwang Publishing House and the editor in charge of Chen Qingluo’s works. He was recently promoted to editor-in-chief and is similar in age to Chen Qingluo.

Early in the morning, he drove to Chen Qingluo's house and waited downstairs, insisting on sending her there. Chen Qingluo happened to be too lazy to drive, so he came together.

Zhang Ruofei walked up to her and looked at the hotel at the end of the line of sight with her:

"Oh my god, I'm still surprised. I can actually come to the Guxuan Salon. It's like a dream."

Chen Qingluo didn't answer, she just looked into the distance and narrowed her eyes even more.

"This is all thanks to you." Zhang Ruofei turned to look at her.

Chen Qingluo said: "I didn't invite you here."

"But I really owe it to you to come here," Zhang Ruofei smiled, "I can get the title of star editor, half of the credit... No, 80% of the credit lies with you."

Seeing that Chen Qingluo was silent, Zhang Ruofei continued: "Thanks to your talent, you have written a popular book. When those writers heard that I was your editor, they all rushed to hold me responsible. Whose credit is it if it's not yours?"

He kept chattering in Chen Qingluo's ear, but Chen Qingluo didn't listen to a word.

She noticed the man and woman at the door of the hotel from a distance. No matter how you looked at the man, his back looked a bit like Wang Zixu.

Although Chen Qingluo did not wear glasses, she actually had 100 degrees of mild myopia, and her vision could not reach 0. She squinted for a long time, but she was not sure after all, and she felt a little irritable.

"That person..." She started by pointing to the two people in the distance, and suddenly thought that Zhang Ruofei didn't know Wang Zixu, so she had to give up and put down her arm, "Forget it, it's nothing."

Zhang Ruofei glanced at it and said: "What's wrong? Oh, there are couples here to participate, and you can't bring companions, right?

"In other words, that couple is both qualified to be invited to the salon? I really wonder who it is."

After a pause, he smiled again: "How about we hold hands and walk in pretending to be a couple?"

Chen Qingluo tilted her head and just stared at him with her dark eyes, expressionless and wordless.

Zhang Ruofei shuddered and said, "I was joking."

Chen Qingluo walked towards the hotel.

 …

An Younan adapted quickly. He didn’t hold on to Wang Zixu’s hand for long. After entering the hotel, he walked quickly and ran to a well-known person in the industry to greet him. After saying hello, he came back and said to Wang Zixu:

“You can walk around by yourself, how bright you will be.”

Wang Zixu asked: "That's it?"

"That's it." An Younan said, "Don't worry, you are now an Internet celebrity - or Internet hacker - there will definitely be many people eyeing you."

"Oh." Wang Zixu was a little depressed.

"I have just seen several publishers, and they will observe you. What you have to do is to use your actions to make everyone you see remember you," An Younan took a deep breath and leaned into his ear, "Remember, you are a knight of literature."

Okay, I am a knight of literature.

Wang Zixu looked at her: "What about you?"

"Me? I have my own affairs," An Younan said matter-of-factly, "Don't worry, I will always pay attention to you."

"You don't have to pay attention to me."

After he finished speaking, An Younan turned and left.

There was only one left, Wang Zixu, who was a little aimless for the moment.

The salon is located in the lobby of the main building of the hotel. On the ten-meter-high dome, a chime-shaped crystal chandelier hangs, scattering golden light. The white marble mosaic floor tiles under your feet are gleaming and full of shadows.

On the main wall of the lobby is a picture of a thousand miles of mountains and rivers, dark green and dark green, with wonderful colors. The lower part was originally a service desk, but now it has become a salon service office. Brochures and advertising boards are placed on the surrounding desks.

The salon has not officially started yet, but even though Wang Zixu arrived early, there are already some people walking and talking in twos and threes. A waiter wearing a moon-white cheongsam walked through the crowd holding a silver tray.

Walking inside, screens divide the venue into several areas. In the area near the outside, eight sandalwood tables are arranged in Bagua directions. In the middle is a transparent Wanmin umbrella with wicker branches hanging down. When you get closer, you can see that they are all printed with poems and QR codes.

An old man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting not far away from the umbrella like an island. The two golden girls that Wang Zixu had seen just now were surrounding him to inquire about his welfare. After taking a closer look, Wang Zixu discovered that the old man was a famous figure in the literary world. He was not very public, but his appearance had been printed in textbooks.

Wang Zixu didn’t want to meet the two new stars promoted by the Literary and Art Association, so he walked in a different direction, but felt a tap on his shoulder, and a female voice sounded in his ear:

“Hey!”

Wang Zixu turned around and saw that it was Xiao Mengyin.

Xiao Mengyin didn’t wear her exaggerated Loonie outfit, but she didn’t completely abandon the Gothic style of the 18th century. She wore a dignified French jet black dress, with every button buttoned tightly, and the waist design made her appear taller than before.

She and An Younan made the same choice, both wearing black as the main color. Wang Zixu mentally agreed with their choice - they usually have a more out-of-the-box personality, and black can make them look more mysterious.

“Are you here to attend the salon?” Wang Zixu had nothing to say.

“Hey, what are you asking about?” Xiao Mengyin raised her face, “I’m a regular customer, okay, this isn’t my first time participating.”

"Then how many times is this yours?"

"The second time."

Xiao Mengyin finished speaking, before the prince could To complain, he came over and lowered his voice:

“What kind of personality do you have?”