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"Hmph, a newcomer who didn't even join the Writers Association, really treats himself like garlic."
"WTF."
A bearded man with glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle waved his sleeves in disdain, and his colleagues advised him, "Mr. Xia Yong, don't be as knowledgeable as young people."
Luo Yun got into the car.
I found that there was a classical beauty sitting next to me.
"Xiaoyao, let me introduce you, the platinum writer of our female channel, Qingshanlouwailou, who is outside the mountain, he is very good!" The female editor-in-chief Puff introduced enthusiastically.
The female writer is about twenty-five or sixteen, wearing Hanfu, black hair tied into a bun, light makeup, and a smile at Luo Yun, "Hello, just call me Xiaolou."
"Ning Xiaoyao."
Luo Yun nodded at Xiaolou, then asked Matcha to sit in first, and then sat down by himself.
"He is Ning Xiaoyao, he is quite a gentleman."
Xiaolou looked at Luo Yun from the corner of his eye.
Put a label on him: Gao Leng!
Start the car, arrive at the airport after seven o'clock, and wait for the seat to be allocated.
Luo Yun sat with Xiaolou again, and it was quite a fate.
"Peat"
The bearded male writer whose pen name was Xia Yong saw Luo Yun sitting next to the pleasing small building, but beside him was a dinosaur girl weighing more than 200 kilograms, so he felt extremely depressed.
the other side.
The richest man in Yangcheng, the Zhu family.
A certain private estate.
A sixty-year-old man was lying on a hospital bed, receiving oxygen, dying.
"grandfather¡¡"
Zhu Zhuqing stood by the bed, two lines of tears streaming down her pretty face.
Next to her, her parents begged an old man in cloth clothes, "Old Ming, you are one of the five great doctors in China, why can't you do anything?"
"Yes, Mr. Ming, please think of a way to save my father's life. Our Zhu family can afford any amount of money!"
The old man in cloth shirt shook his head again and again, "Oh, it's not a matter of money or not."
"It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. I do know that there are spiritual objects that can continue the life of Mr. Zhu, but this kind of treasure is too precious and rare in the world."
The tone of the man in suits and leather shoes sank, "Master Ming, you can just say, is it a century-old ginseng, or a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, Tianshan snow lotus"
"neither!"
The old man in the cloth shirt sighed and shook his head, "It's the blood of witchcraft that is only found in the depths of Miaojiang according to legend!"
"Witch blood?"
"What it is?"
The two couples were taken aback.
"Look, you haven't even heard of it, let alone looking for it."
The old man in the cloth shirt continued to shake his head: "Even this old man, he only saw it once when he went to Miaojiang with my master to collect medicine when he was very young."
"In the depths of Miaojiang, there is a primitive tribe called 'Witch'. Legend has it that the blood of the living dead and the blood of witches can only be found in this primitive tribe."
"The blood of witchcraft"
"Primitive tribe, witch"
Zhu Zhuqing stopped crying after listening to the old genius doctor's narration.
In her pair of clear pupils, the light of faith condensed bit by bit.
"Grandpa, wait for me, I will find medicine for you!"
Leaving with an excuse, she called a few bad friends:
"Hey, pack up and salute, and set off with me."
On the plane.
For an entire hour and a half, Luo Yun didn't say a word to the beautiful writer Xiaolou.
Other writers chatted happily.
Miaogao Township is located in a remote place. After the plane landed, they had to drive for several hours to get close to their destination.
A group of writers who hadn¡¯t exercised all year round were quite excited at the beginning, but when the mountain road was bumpy behind them, they complained, vomited, and dizzy.
At noon, everyone came to a Miao town called Langde Town.
"Come on, let's go to the restaurant in front, have something to eat first, and then take another train in the afternoon and we'll be there."
"Now is a good season to eat mushrooms."
The editor-in-chief, the general, brought a group of writers who were complaining endlessly into a local restaurant.
Originally, everyone was exhausted after a morning's ride in the car, but as soon as they smelled the aroma of fresh mushrooms, everyone's stomachs started to growl.
"Wow, it smells so good!"
"What kind of mushroom is this?"
"It looks delicious!"
A group of writers were almost drooling watching the waiter serve a mushroom dish on the second floor.
Full-bodied, fresh and tender, with a strong aroma, it looks delicious.
"General, can we order that later?"
A female writer named Guan Guan is a foodie and has a lot of fun.
"Okay, anyway, today is a company treat, and everyone is open to eat."
The general announced boldly, drawing cheers.
Luo Yun glanced at the plate of mushrooms brought by the waiter, and found that there was a trace of aura in it!
This discovery is incredible!
The dishes eaten by ordinary people actually contain aura, although it is very thin, but it is a real aura of heaven and earth.
It seems that the diners on the second floor are by no means ordinary people.
"That plate of mushrooms looks quite expensive, editor-in-chief, are you sure you want to treat me?"
Luo Yun smiled and glanced at the general.
The general laughed, and patted Luo Yun on the shoulder, "Haha, don't worry, Xiaoyao, how expensive can a plate of mushrooms be? The company will reimburse you, and it doesn't cost us!"
"It is estimated that the company will not be able to afford reimbursement."
Luo Yun shook his head.
"Cut, how expensive is a plate of mushrooms?"
"Ning Xiaoyao, you haven't come out for dinner, have you?"
Xia Yong, a man with a mustache, laughed, and the writers around him also laughed.
Matcha blushed, and glared at Luo Yun angrily, "This guy, the company has cheated him so much, why is he still speaking for the company, oh, so simple and honest"
"Okay, let's treat you."
Luo Yun smiled without saying a word, "Actually, I really want to eat it too."
"Just say what you want to eat! What are mother-in-law and mother doing?"
"A big man should be a bit masculine, and don't be afraid to spend money!"
"How about this, today's lunch, I invite you!"
Xia Yong's bold voice caused several female writers to scream, "Wow, Teacher Xia is so amazing."
"Ms. Xia is so courageous."
"Yeah, it looks like he often comes out to participate in activities and meetings, and he is very leadership."
"Compared to Teacher Xia, Ning Xiaoyao is like an otaku who has never traveled far"
Several female writers like to gossip.
Xiaolou also thinks that Luo Yun is a bit stingy and just eats mushrooms.
? Their female writers had a dinner in Yanjing last year, and they ate more than 8,000 yuan for a meal. How expensive can it be in the poor and remote villages in Yunnan Province?
Hearing the gossip of a group of girls, Luo Yun just pretended not to hear it.
Once Lin Xiyan arrives, he will quickly leave this group.
"Boss, have a plate of this snow ginseng mushroom!"
"Oh no, here are two dishes, our great writer Ning Xiaoyao likes to eat, how about ordering one for him alone?"
Xia Yong held a menu without a price tag, and patted Luo Yun's shoulder in a strange way.
Matcha pouted her mouth angrily, but she didn't dare to quarrel with the teacher Xia Yong.
"This Xia Yong, I don't seem to have offended him?"
"What are you doing against me?"
Luo Yun felt baffled. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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