Chapter 238: Encounter again

"Why is it wrong? Did you book this room? Xiaofang, take a closer look at the room license."
Outside the door, a woman's voice came.
After Zhang Yifeng's mental knowledge checked, he immediately knew who the other party was. It turned out to be the two women he had been photographed at the airport.
Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng opened the door directly.
When the two saw the door open, before they had time to be surprised, they found Zhang Yifeng standing at the door.
"It's you... why are you in the room we booked? You won't follow us all the way?"
The two women recognized Zhang Yifeng. But why is he here? Could it be that the encounter at the airport was deliberately made by the other party? This young man is also a paparazzi?
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Zhang Yifeng looked at the two women and said lightly: "I still 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 taken aback, and the woman named Xiaofang took a closer look at the room card, and then said embarrassingly, "Sister Ting, we seem to be number nine, not number 6, and the room card is taken down..."
"what?"
The woman wearing a peaked cap immediately felt embarrassed. Despite wearing black-rimmed glasses, Zhang Yifeng still clearly saw that the woman's white face had become crimson.
"Um, sorry, we made a mistake."
The woman apologized.
Zhang Yifeng discovered that the woman's voice was very nice, like a yellow warbler, crisp and moving.
"It's okay."
Zhang Yifeng said lightly, and then closed the door, showing no signs of chatting.
"Isn't it just brushing the wrong door? What is the look in this person! As if someone owes him money." Xiaofang's unhappy voice came.
"Xiaofang, forget it, it was originally our fault."
"Sister Ting, if this person knows your identity, will he open the door immediately and ask you to sign him?"
"Where am I so famous." The woman lowered her head embarrassedly, her character obviously a little shy.
"Why not? As soon as this album was released, in just half a month, you have become popular in the streets and alleys, from the fifty-year-old uncle to the thirteen-year-old Xiao Zhengtai, who would not regard you as an idol. In their eyes, it is the fairy and the fairy sister. This person is only twenty-two years old and not much older than you. Even if you are not a fan, you must have heard your song."
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"Okay, let's go back to our room. Now you can see clearly, is it number nine?"
"See clearly, found it, it's on the opposite side."
Carrying his luggage, Xiaofang turned around and went to Room 9, which was diagonally opposite Zhang Yifeng. There is only about ten meters between the two rooms.
Zhang Yifeng closed the door, then took out the phone and called Zhang Kexin.
"Brother, why do you think of calling me? Isn't it because you are out of money?" Zhang Kexin's voice came for the first time.
Zhang Yifeng was a little speechless, and said, "Does it mean that I can only call you if I have no money?"
"I didn't mean it, but you were like this before. By the way, brother, you made the phone call just right, just to talk to me, I have been very nervous and depressed for the past two days."
"Why? Someone bullied you?"
Zhang Yifeng frowned at that time.
"No, didn’t I tell you that Chairman Feng Mei took the initiative to contact me two days ago? I took the product to their company for inspection. I still don’t know how to pass it. If it fails, my first pot of gold is like this. I’m going to lose it. If I pass it and make money, I plan to open a factory by myself. I’ve contacted the technicians in the past few days, and I’ll wait for my own opening in the future."
Zhang Yifeng was a little speechless, and said: "You haven't finished the road under your feet, do you think about the future?"
"Of course, you must plan ahead and plan ahead. Brother, what exactly are you calling me?"
Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "There is nothing to do, just ask if you are free to have a meal together."
"Huh?" Zhang Kexin was dumbfounded at the time, "to eat together? Brother, are you in Kyoto?"
"Ok."
"You really came to Kyoto. Why didn't you tell me when you came to Kyoto? I can arrange a time in advance to show you. No, it's not a holiday. Why did you come to Kyoto? Skip class?"
"Forget it. Just ask if you are free, and I will introduce someone to you at night."
"When I have time, even if I don’t have time, I have to take time out. I was going to class at night. I enrolled in a finance class to learn about financial management. Because people can only go further if they enrich themselves. . Then I will skip class tonight. By the way, are you in Kyoto now? I may not have time to be with you during the day."
"It's okay, I only arrived at night." Zhang Yifeng told a lie.
"That's right. Tell me when you arrive, or I will invite you to dinner tonight."
"No, I've fixed the location, Rainbow Hotel. Eat on time at seven."
"Rainbow Hotel?"
Zhang Kexin was slightly surprised. She still knew the Rainbow Hotel, and the Wen family liked to stay in this kind of distinctive but not flamboyant hotel. Even many of the calligraphy and paintings in the Rainbow Hotel came from Old Man Wen.
Old man Wen is still very famous in Kyoto. His most common characters can be auctioned for six to seven thousand yuan. His paintings are even more difficult to find. A year ago, a pair of "Eagle Spreading Wings" was sold directly for three hundred and sixty. The sky-high price of ten thousand.
If he is not an acquaintance, Mr. Wen would never sell his face to draw inscriptions for others.
In addition, Mr. Wen is the vice president of the Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association. In terms of calligraphy and painting, no more than four people can beat him. The president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association is one, and two of them are also members of the Calligraphy and Painting Association. However, what Mr. Wen admires most is a junior.
That junior is only thirty or forty years old, but he paints so well, even Mr. Wen is ashamed. In this world, there are indeed people who have their own talent for painting, and the gods and spirits of landscape painting are in the other's pens, and they are simply handy.
Mr. Wen met each other once and wanted to invite him to join the Calligraphy Association, but he refused.
"Brother, are you sure it's Rainbow Hotel, not Rainbow Hotel or something?" Zhang Kexin shook his head and said again.
"It's the Rainbow Hotel, the five-star one."
"Brother, you won the lottery?" Zhang Kexin asked again, when did my brother get so rich? Not asking her for living expenses, she actually invited her to eat in a five-star hotel.
"Why so many questions. You just need to be there on time in the evening."
"Well, can I ask who you introduced me to?"
"You'll know when you see it."
"Oh. See you that night, I'll go ahead. Grandpa will teach me calligraphy later, my God, just kill me."
Zhang Kexin hung up the phone aggrieved. As long as she stayed at the Wen's house, she was taught to write and draw every day, but unfortunately, she really didn't have the talent, because her mind was not about painting and calligraphy.
Zhang Kexin has no interest in the poetry, poetry, etiquette, calligraphy and painting of the literary school!