The Great Reckless Man of Entertainment from the Beginning

Chapter 98 I don’t have the habit of recognizing my godfather [Please subscribe]

Outside the hotel.

After listening to Mr. Wang's explanation, everyone looked at each other in shock.

It is said that it is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away...

This great god came uninvited. Regardless of the reason, this side must be seen.

Taishan looked around at the crowd and suggested: "How about... go and see them first?"

Feng Ye smiled bitterly and said: "I'm just afraid, he's coming with bad intentions!"

"Even if it's not good, it's coming...it can't be ignored."

"That's right, let's go and meet him!"

Everyone entered the hotel and came to private room 203.

"Ding dong!"

"Hey? We're finally here." Deng Wenhu heard the doorbell and signaled: "Zang Feng, open the door."

"yes!"

The door opened and people came in.

The first thing everyone saw was Deng Wenhu sitting in a rocking chair, holding a purple clay pot, and the old god was there.

At this moment, he had no intention of getting up.

"Mr. Deng, why are you here?"

On this occasion, if other online article authors come forward to talk, it is inevitable that mistakes will be made.

Therefore, Taishan stepped forward without hesitation to establish friendship and talk.

Want to ask him why he came here this time?

Who knows.

Deng Wenhu is also an old man, and he did not reveal any information during the chat.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Taishan could only retreat in order to advance: "Mr. Deng, you see there is a meeting at three o'clock. Everyone just flew over and haven't had lunch yet?"

"If you have nothing else to do here, why don't we go to the restaurant for a few bites first?"

"Okay!" Deng Wenhu agreed readily.

Feng Ye, Xiaoxiao and Li Xiang looked at each other, puzzled.

It only took five minutes to enter the room.

Taishan and Deng Wenhu only said a few words and made some subtle remarks...

Just leave like that?

Then what is he here for?

Feng Ye glanced toward the door with a look in his eyes - since he didn't say anything, he should leave first!

Everyone understood.

Turn around and walk out the door.

Deng Wenhu patted his head and said with a smile: "Hey... I am getting older and my memory has become worse. You go to eat first. Li Xiang can stay and I will chat with him!"

Will Li Xiang be left alone?

Just... chat?

I'm afraid he came here specifically for Li Xiang!

Taishan was afraid that this old fox had no good intentions. Li Xiang was too young to resist, so he returned to the room and said, "Mr. Deng, I have eaten, how about I stay here too?"

Deng Wenhu waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I just have a casual chat with Li Xiang. Zang Feng, you and Taishan are similar in age, so you can definitely chat. Let's go and stroll outside..."

You Zangfeng took a step forward, stretched out his hand and said, "Chief Editor, please?"

Although Taishan was worried, it was in vain. He could only borrow the donkey from Poxia and walked downstairs with You Zangfeng.

Inside the house now!

Only two people left!

Take a seat!

one stop!

One year old!

One year less!

A tiger is watching with eager eyes!

A newborn calf!

Small room, the situation at this moment!

Just like a tiger lying on a hill!

However, three bowls failed to serve!

The tiger descends the mountain, but its majesty remains the same!

Climbing up the mountain to Wu Song, drunk and full of courage——

Still open!

silence……

Still silent...

Deng Wenhu put away his smile, looked at Li Xiang up and down with a pair of phoenix eyes that were calm and intimidating.

Faced with this move.

Li Xiang remained calm and composed, showing no signs of weakness when looking into each other's eyes!

Deng Wenhu stood up unsteadily, pointed to the chair and said, "Sit down first."

He walked to the water dispenser, replaced the tea leaves in the pot, and said to himself: "I watched the Mid-Autumn Festival live broadcast, and I also thought about the poems you read afterward."

"Not bad, really good! It has the charm of Tang style and Song Dynasty!"

Deng Wenhu returned to his seat and sighed: "Sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old in this world!"

I haven't eaten all morning, my stomach is empty, and the man in front of me talks in a roundabout way.

Li Xiang really didn't have the time to play with him anymore.

He asked straight to the point: "Vice President Deng, why did you keep me here specifically?"

Deng, Vice...President?

Deng Wenhu frowned slightly when he heard this, as these words seemed to poke a sore spot in him.

He raised his eyes and looked at Li Xiang: "Do you know why Zheng Guoqiang dared to deal with you blatantly?"

"I don't know."

"Because you are not one of our own!"

"What do you mean by one's own people?"

"Teacher, Pier, counting three generations up - Gen Hongmiao Zheng!"

Li Xiang:"……"

In the literary world, the Writers Association, these people in high positions, this is what they think about all day long?

Deng Wenhu saw that Li Xiang was silent, and then said: "There are rumors outside that I won't let you join the Ancient Poetry Association because you showed off your sharpness and hit me in the face? Bullshit!"

"What you really offend is not me! It's the people in the literary world who can't stand a wild boy sitting on their heads!"

"The reason why they are angry is because you are helpless, understand?"

Li thought: "What's the explanation?"

At this point, Deng Wenhu finally revealed the purpose of his trip.

"I am my master, and you will worship me at the dock. From now on, you will be considered one of your own if your roots are upright!"

Li Xiang:"……"

Deng Wenhu stroked the purple clay pot and said to himself:

"I think Zheng Guoqiang is just a disciple that Mr. Mo took in his later years. He got his cute charm and was able to hold an official position!"

"As for me, it is not an exaggeration to say that I am the leader in the literary world. If you become my disciple, you will treat me like a father, and I will treat you like a son!"

"If you agree, the Ancient Poetry Association will immediately send an invitation letter. I will support the export of online articles at the seminar. After the meeting, I will choose a good and auspicious day to hold a banquet to let everyone in the literary world know that from now on you will no longer be alone!"

The backer is huge and the strength is strong, but Li wants to know that there is no such thing as a pie in the sky.

He asked rhetorically: "Where is my certificate of nomination?"

Certificate of application?

Deng Wenhu nodded with satisfaction. Li Xiang knew this person clearly, and he stopped talking nonsense: "You are a poetry fanatic named by Mr. Wei himself. I want you to compete with the Modern Poetry Association and Yao Chongguang!"

"Fight in the ring," Li Xiang muttered.

He certainly knows what it means to be in the ring.

Deng Wenhu made a good calculation. He wanted Li Xiang to open up new territories for him, and fight on the battlefield with blood!

This is not about recruiting disciples. This is clearly just recruiting thugs in the name of recruiting disciples.

Li Xiang shook his head and smiled bitterly. After chatting for so long and promising so many benefits, it turned out that he wanted to be a pawn!

And when it comes to fighting with real swords and guns, Yao Chongguang has an entire association standing behind him!

But what about him...

He is still a loner!

Deng Wenhu?

It’s better to expect help from him than from a dog!

"I reject!"

"Huh?" Deng Wenhu laughed dumbly:

"Do you know what you are talking about? If you are mine and I help you speak for you in this meeting, the success rate of exporting online articles will be greatly increased!"

"Did you really decide to offend me so simply?"

Li Xiang sighed: "If you want thugs, just hire thugs. Don't be so high-sounding, and don't pressure me with your online writing. In the Entertainment Office, you can't cover the sky with one hand!"

"It is impossible for me to treat you like a father, and it is even less possible for you to treat me like a son!"

"Besides, I don't have the habit of recognizing my godfather!"

"You are born with a tough life and cannot learn how to bend down!"

Thanks to [Yeye Qianyu] for the reward of 100 starting coins, and thanks to [Wind Crack] for the reward of 100 starting coins.

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