NOVEL NEXT Chapter 49 Such Director Wang
Seeing Xiao Han's reaction, Xue Yao couldn't laugh or cry, knowing that he had misunderstood.
Hurry up and explain.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm a serious reporter. Are you the teacher Xiao Han who wrote "Loyalty to the Country"? This time you go to Kyoto to attend the award ceremony of the short story essay contest, right?"
Hearing this, Xiao Han breathed out, it turned out to be a false alarm.
I thought I met a reporter from the gossip channel.
He had just thought about tomorrow's news headlines.
‘A man was sleeping soundly on a plane and refused to give up his seat. What did he want to do when he peeked at a beautiful woman? ’
Xiao Han wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead and looked at Xue Yao again.
"How did you recognize me? I shouldn't be that famous."
Xiao Han asked doubtfully.
"I've seen your photos, and your appearance is relatively easy to recognize."
Xue Yao laughed as she spoke.
Just say handsome and that's it. Xiao Han gave her a helpless look.
"I originally had the task of interviewing you when I went to Kyoto this time. Since I met you in advance, can I ask you a few questions first?"
Xue Yao said with expectation in her eyes.
You have said so, how can you still refuse? Besides, being interviewed is part of the publicity. Xiao Han nodded happily.
Seeing Xiao Han agree, Xue Yao took out the recording pen from her bag and started recording directly.
"Hello, Mr. Xiao, how do you create a classic song like "Serve the Country with Loyalty"?"
"For ordinary people, there is no shortcut to creation. If you read more and accumulate more, time will come."
Xiao Han pretended to think for a moment, and then said lightly, feeling inexplicably like forcing the king.
Deep in his mind, Goudan rolled his eyes disdainfully.
Xue Yao also choked, meaning you are not an ordinary person.
After coughing twice, she continued to ask.
"Recently, we have noticed that you have also made achievements in literature. The two novels you submitted won the top two in the competition. How do you usually balance song and literary creation?"
"This will come naturally. There is no need to make a distinction. Just write down the inspiration in your mind."
Xiao Han said sincerely.
Xue Yao felt that she could no longer ask questions, how could such a handsome guy be so good at pretending!
She forced herself to ask the last question.
"I saw in your profile that your songwriting is already at an advanced level. Will you participate in this year's songwriter competition?"
When he heard about the creator competition, Xiao Han's expression became serious and he became serious.
The senior composer's application was approved two days ago, and Xiao Qi updated Xiao Han's personal certification on the same day.
He promised Chen Lei that he would definitely participate in the Creator Competition.
"Yes. As a young person, I hope to compete with more outstanding creators on the same stage. After all, communication makes people progress."
Xiao Han replied seriously.
Xue Yao ended the short interview with satisfaction after hearing the answer she wanted.
"Thank you, Teacher Xiao. We will interview other questions after the awards are over."
As she spoke, she stretched out her right hand, and Xiao Han shook it gently, feeling a little cold.
After some exchanges, time passed quietly, and the plane had arrived over Kyoto and began to descend.
After the plane stopped, the two exchanged contact information and agreed on the next interview.
Xue Yao walked away first with her long legs and merged into the crowd.
Xiao Han watched her back slowly disappear and walked out.
"Teacher Xiao, I'm here."
It turned out that Xiao Sun discovered him.
"Hello, Brother Sun, just call me Xiao Han. The teacher can't bear this."
Xiao Han greeted him with a smile, and after the two met, they went straight to the city.
Wang Ping is still with China Television. He has been running around for promotions recently and has accumulated a lot of work to deal with.
It was still a familiar routine. After registering, I followed Xiao Sun straight to the film and television department.
Knocking on the door, Wang Ping was leaning on the table looking at documents.
Seeing Xiao Han come in, he waved.
"Xiao Han is here. You sit down for a while while I read this document."
"Brother Wang, please hurry up, I'm not in a hurry."
As he said this, Xiao Han put down the salute in his hand and sat on the sofa opposite.
After not seeing him for a few days, Wang Ping looked visibly haggard, with black eyes and protruding bags under his eyes.
It’s really hard to work hard for publicity.
After waiting for less than two minutes, Wang Ping rubbed his eyebrows and put down the documents in his hands, stood up and came to the sofa.
"Why are you here in Kyoto at this time? Didn't I hear Li Wei say that you are preparing a new song?"
Wang Ping asked doubtfully while fiddling with the tea set.
"The new song is being prepared. Wei Ge and the others still need to practice it and record it when they get back."
Xiao Han said as he took the tea cup, took a sip and continued.
"This time I came here to attend an awards show. I wrote two novels when I had nothing to do some time ago. I didn't expect that I won the prize."
Xiao Han said it lightly.
Wang Ping raised his head when he heard this.
"Can you still write novels? Is the award show the one held by the Writers Association and Tomato Literature Network?"
He seemed to remember something and asked in surprise.
"Yes, that's it. Brother Wang, do you also know?"
Hearing what Wang Ping meant, he seemed to know about this competition, and Xiao Han suddenly became interested.
"Then what we are talking about should be one. The Writers Association invited me to attend as a guest. The venue is at the Marriott Hotel."
Wang Ping took a sip of tea and said with a smile.
Hearing that Wang Ping was going to be a guest, his expression was so calm. Xiao Han is certain that Wang Ping did not understand the entries.
"By the way, what's the name of your work? Where did it rank?"
Wang Ping asked curiously. He really didn't expect Xiao Han to write novels. The most important thing is that he could win awards.
""A Chinese Ghost Story" and "Painted Skin", one came first and the other came second."
Seeing Wang Ping finally ask, Xiao Han said calmly.
Wang Ping, who was drinking tea, choked on a mouthful and coughed violently.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Han quickly stretched out his hand and patted it.
After a while, Wang Ping finally regained his breath and pointed at Xiao Han with a wry smile.
Yes, he pretended to do it again.
"I didn't expect you to have such a skill. Well, you will gain face in our entertainment industry."
As he said this, Wang Ping laughed.
His good friend was Tang Zhihe, the vice chairman of the Writers' Association. When they were together, they would tease him and say he was uneducated.
Now that Xiao Han has the upper hand, let's see what he says now.
Looking at Xiao Han opposite him, the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.
Xiao Han now took out his gift from the suitcase.
"Brother Wang, I don't know what you like, so I brought you a box of cigars. Thank you for taking care of me during this time. Don't dislike it."
He said and handed it over.
Wang Ping smiled and shook his head, reaching out to take it. Looking at the words on the box, he laughed directly.
It seems quite satisfactory.
"You kid, please don't do this in the future. If your sister-in-law knew that you actually gave me cigars, she probably wouldn't look good on you. She has been asking me to quit smoking."
As he spoke, Wang Ping looked around cautiously.
He stood up and found a hidden corner to hide the cigar.
Wang Ping's daughter-in-law also works at China Television and often comes to check on him when she has nothing to do. If she discovers that he has secretly hidden cigarettes, it will be very painful when he returns home.
Seeing Wang Ping's actions, Xiao Han burst into laughter.
I didn't expect that the dignified Director Wang actually had such a side.