Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"What's wrong? Did you book this room? Xiaofang, please look at the room card carefully."

A woman's voice came from outside the door.

Zhang Yifeng checked with his consciousness and immediately knew who the other party was. They were actually the two women he met at the airport who were being followed and photographed.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng opened the door directly.

When the two of them saw the door open, before they had time to be surprised, they found Zhang Yifeng standing at the door of the room.

"It's you...why are you in the room we booked? You won't follow us all the way, right?"

The two women recognized Zhang Yifeng. But why is he here? Could it be that the chance encounter at the airport was deliberately caused by the other party? Is this young man also a paparazzi?

There are so many tricks in the world, I want to go back to the countryside!

Zhang Yifeng looked at the two women and said calmly: "I also want to ask you, what are you doing standing at the door of my room? This is my room."

"your room?"

The two women were stunned. The woman named Xiaofang looked at the room card carefully, and then said awkwardly, "Sister Ting, we seem to be on the 9th, not the 6th. The room card was knocked down..."

"ah?"

The woman wearing the peaked cap immediately felt embarrassed. Even though she was wearing black-rimmed glasses, Zhang Yifeng could clearly see that the woman's fair face had turned crimson.

"Well, I'm sorry, we made a mistake."

The woman apologized.

Only then did Zhang Yifeng realize that the woman's voice was very pleasant, like an oriole, clear and moving.

"fine."

Zhang Yifeng said lightly, and then closed the door without any sign of chatting more.

"Isn't it just the wrong door? What's the look in this man's eyes! It's like someone owes him money." Xiaofang's unhappy voice came.

"Xiaofang, forget it, it was our fault in the first place."

"Sister Ting, do you think if this person knew your identity, would he open the door immediately and beg you to give him an autograph?"

"How can I be so famous?" The woman lowered her head in embarrassment, her personality obviously a bit shy.

"Why not? As soon as this album came out, in just half a month, you have become famous in the streets and alleys. From the fifty-year-old uncle to the thirteen-year-old young lady, everyone will not regard you as their idol. You are In their eyes, she is a fairy and a fairy sister. This person is only twenty-one or twelve years old, not much older than you. Even if she is not your fan, she must have heard your songs."

"Okay, let's go back to our room. Now you can see clearly, it's No. 9, right?"

"Look clearly, I found it, it's on the opposite side."

Xiaofang picked up her luggage and turned around to go to room nine. This room was diagonally opposite Zhang Yifeng. There is only about ten meters between the two rooms.

Zhang Yifeng closed the door, then took out his phone and called Zhang Kexin.

"Brother, why did you remember to call me? Isn't it because you have no money?" Zhang Kexin's voice came immediately.

Zhang Yifeng was a little speechless and said, "Do you have to call me only if I don't have money?"

"That's not what I meant, it's just that you were like this in the past. By the way, brother, you called me just in time to talk to me. I've been feeling very anxious and depressed these past two days."

"Why? Someone bullied you?"

Zhang Yifeng frowned at that time.

"No, didn't I tell you two days ago that Chairman Feng Mei took the initiative to contact me? I took the product to their company for testing, and I don't know if it will pass. If it doesn't pass, my first pot of gold will be like this. It’s a dead end. If things go well and I make money, I plan to open a factory of my own. I’ve contacted the technical staff in the past few days and I’m just waiting to start my own business in the future.”

Zhang Yifeng was a little speechless and said: "The road under your feet has not been finished yet, and you are thinking about the future?"

"Of course, you have to plan ahead and plan ahead. By the way, brother, why did you call me?"

Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "It's nothing. I just wanted to ask if you are free in the evening and have a meal together."

"Ah?" Zhang Kexin was confused at the time, "Let's eat together? Brother, are you in Kyoto?"

"Um."

"You really came to Kyoto. Why didn't you tell me that you were coming to Kyoto so that I could arrange time in advance to take you to play. No, it's not a holiday yet. Why did you come to Kyoto? Skip class?"

"That's right. Just tell me if you are free, and I will introduce someone to you tonight."

"If you have time, you have to make time even if you don't have time. I was going to go to class in the evening, so I signed up for a finance class to learn about financial management. Because only by enriching oneself can one go further. . Then I’ll skip class tonight too. By the way, are you in Kyoto now? I may not have time to accompany you during the day.”

"It's okay, I didn't arrive until tonight." Zhang Yifeng told a lie.

"That's just right. Let me know when you arrive, or I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

"No, I've decided the location, Rainbow Hotel. Let's have dinner on time at seven o'clock."

"Rainbow Hotel?"

Zhang Kexin was slightly surprised. She still knew about the Rainbow Hotel. The Wen family liked to stay in hotels like this that were distinctive but not flashy. Even many of the calligraphy and paintings in the Rainbow Hotel were made by Mr. Wen.

Mr. Wen is still very famous in Kyoto. His most common calligraphy can be auctioned for 60,000 to 70,000 yuan. His paintings are even more difficult to find. A year ago, a painting of "Eagle Spreading Wings" was directly auctioned for 360,000 yuan. A sky-high price of 10,000.

If he were not an acquaintance, Mr. Wen would not sell his face to write or draw pictures for others.

In addition, Mr. Wen is the vice president of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association. There are no more than four people who can surpass him in calligraphy and painting. There is one president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and two others who are also members of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, but the one that Mr. Wen admires the most is a junior.

That junior was only thirty or forty years old, but he was so good at painting that even Mr. Wen was ashamed of himself. In this world, there are indeed people who have their own talent for painting. The spirit and essence of landscape painting are in their brushstrokes, and they are simply at their fingertips.

Mr. Wen met the other party once and wanted to invite the other party to join the calligraphy association, but was rejected by the other party.

"Brother, are you sure this is the Rainbow Hotel, not the Rainbow Hotel or something like that?" Zhang Kexin shook his head and spoke again.

"It must be the Rainbow Hotel, the five-star one."

"Brother, did you win the lottery?" Zhang Kexin asked again, when did my brother become so rich? He didn't even ask her for living expenses, but he even took the initiative to treat her to a meal in a five-star hotel.

"Why are there so many questions? Just arrive on time tonight."

"Okay, can I ask who you introduced me to?"

"You'll know it when you see it."

"Oh. I'll see you tonight. I'll go and get busy first. Grandpa is going to teach me calligraphy later. Oh my God, you might as well kill me."

Zhang Kexin hung up the phone aggrievedly. As long as she stayed at Wen's house, someone would teach her to write and draw every day. But unfortunately, she really had no talent because her mind was not on calligraphy and painting at all.

Zhang Kexin has no interest at all in literary poetry, etiquette, calligraphy and painting!