"You don't have to worry!"

Guo Dalu looked at the taxi driver with a nervous look on his face, "Actually, I am a writer! Do writers understand? They are the ones who write articles, also called literati! Scholars! Very gentle!"

He said to the driver, "So man, why are you so nervous? Are you afraid that I won't give you money? That doesn't exist!"

The taxi driver wiped his sweat and said, "Are you a bodybuilding writer?"

Guo Daluo said: "Can writers not be healthy? Do writers have to wear a toad belly? Can't they be as masculine, handsome and majestic as me?"

The driver thought, "I didn't see masculine and handsomeness, but it's true that he is majestic!"

He started the car and drove slowly out of the train station, facing the fine rain curtain towards the West Lake.

At this time, the rain was foggy, and the car was in the rain, and people were inside the car, looking at the hazy scene outside, there was a unique artistic conception.

Walking along the way, after passing several attractions, the car slowly stopped at the entrance of a hotel by the West Lake. There was a banner at the entrance of the hotel with a row of big words "Warm congratulations on the successful opening of the 9th Jinding Literature Award".

Standing at the door was a welcome lady, wearing a cheongsam and showing her long legs.

"Okay, stop!"

Guo Dalu took out a ticket and threw it to the driver, "Stop looking for it!"

The driver was very happy. It seemed that he had met a financial owner. He hurriedly picked up the money from the seat. When he looked carefully, he was disappointed. He thought it was a big ticket of 100, but he didn't expect it to be just a fifty. From the station to the hotel, the taxi fare was 49.8 yuan, which was less than 50 yuan. This is a big deal!

He immediately despised Guo Dalu, "Who is this? This is?"

"Hello sir, are you here to participate in the Golden Ding Literature Award?"

Seeing Guo Dalu coming with his arms suffocating, a welcome lady at the door came up in surprise. She looked at Guo Dalu timidly and stuttered: "Sir, please... please show your invitation."

"Oh, invitation?"

Guo Dalu took the backpack behind him and flipped it over. Finally, he found the invitation and handed it to the welcome lady, "Hey, I said, the weather is so cold today. Can you stand it with your bare thighs?"

Miss Yingbin's face turned red, "Sir, this is our job!"

She took Guo Dalu's invitation and opened it and looked at it. She suddenly screamed in surprise, covered her mouth and widened her eyes, "Master Guo? Is it you?"

Guo Dalu was proud and enjoyed his reaction to Miss Yingbin. He took off his sunglasses in a slutty way and squeezed his eyes at Miss Yingbin, "Congratulations, you guessed it right!"

The welcome lady was so excited that she was shocked, "Ah, Mr. Guo is really you?"

"I, I...I am your fan!"

She quickly walked to a small table at the entrance of the hotel, took a pen and a blank notebook, "Master Guo, please sign me!"

Several welcome ladies next to him heard the news and all surrounded him. When they learned about Guo Dalu's identity, they were immediately excited and surrounded Guo Dalu for autographs. For a moment, the group of female porridge was in chaos.

At this time, a middle-aged writer who also came to participate in the awards meeting came over from outside the door. Seeing that all the welcome ladies at the door were surrounded by a fitness man, I couldn't help but feel curious. I stood there for a moment before coughing and walked over to these welcome ladies, "Well, please ask, how did the literary association arrange this time?"

The few welcome ladies then realized that the leader of the team leader coughed dryly, and the rest hurriedly returned to their original position to stand.

A girl walked up to the middle-aged man and said sweetly: "Hello, gentleman, how can I help you?"

The middle-aged man handed an invitation to the girl, "Oh, I'm here to attend this literary society, but I don't know how this meeting was arranged?"

The girl took the invitation and looked at it, and smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Wang Laiyun, there is a room arranged for you here. Please check in for the time being. The award ceremony will officially begin tomorrow. During this period, all expenses will be reimbursed by the association, including round-trip fees."

The middle-aged man held his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll be relieved!"

A welcome lady couldn't help but laugh when she heard this.

The middle-aged man was very embarrassed, "Little girl, don't laugh. I came from home all the way, and spent a lot of money on air tickets and bus tickets. It was almost half a year's royalties. If I didn't reimburse me for this, I really couldn't afford it."

He laughed at himself: "How many people in the world can make a fortune like Guo Dalu? Most writers are just barely able to make ends meet, and they are not as good as ordinary workers..."

Several welcome ladies at the door looked at Guo Dalu.

Guo Dalu called out, "What do you girls think of me? Hurry up and lead Teacher Wang to find a room! They come here from afar, why don't they let him rest for a while?"

Several welcome ladies woke up as if they were dreaming and quickly went to the front desk to find the room for Wang Laiyun. After a while, a girl reached out to her, "Teacher Wang, please come with me. Your room is on the third floor!"

When Wang Laiyun followed the girl upstairs, the foreman walked to Guo Dalu, "Mr. Guo, we have also found your room. You are on the fifth floor. I will accompany you to see how the room is?"

Guo Dalu said: "Why not that pretentious? Give me a room card, just go and find it yourself!"

The foreman looked at Guo Dalu, his eyes were circulating in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he whispered: "How can that be done? I don't care about others, I have to accompany you in person. If you have any dissatisfaction, our manager will not open me!"

She took the room card and accompanied Guo Dalu on the elevator. After finding the room, she opened the room for Guo Dalu, "Mr. Guo, this is your room. If you have any problems, please report them in time. We guarantee that you will be satisfied."

She handed a business card to Guo Dalu, "Mr. Guo, this is my business card. If you have any needs, please contact me in time and I will serve you at any time!"

When Guo Dalu was receiving the business card, the girl stretched out her finger and scratched Guo Dalu gently a few times, and looked at Guo Dalu with charm, "Master Guo, remember to call me!"

Guo Dalu watched her leave, looked down at the business card, and said "Yuan Xiaofeng, West Lake Hotel Public Relations Department" and other words.

Guo Dalu threw the hotel on the table and thought to himself, "Are women so open nowadays? Or will it become a popular movie star?"

He took a short rest in the hotel, opened the notebook he carried with him, and continued to write.

Guo Dalu now dares not waste time at all. When he has time, he will sort out the things in his mind in the form of words.

He deeply realized the importance of knowledge in his brain, so he did not dare to neglect at all, for fear that the memories in his brain would suddenly disappear that day, which would be a huge loss to himself or the world.

After typing for a long time, I saw that it was getting late, so I prepared to go to the restaurant downstairs for dinner.

The restaurant was on the first floor, and he heard a burst of scolding as soon as he went downstairs.

"What's going on with you? I asked you to go and organize my room, why didn't you go alone? Are you still the service staff?"

Guo Dalu stretched out his head from the elevator entrance and saw an old man with a belly erect and teaching a lesson to the welcome lady at the door, "I want to complain to you! I have no professional quality!"

Yuan Xiaofeng looked at the old man with aggrieved aggrievedly, "Teacher Jia, we are just welcome staff. If you want to organize the room, you just need to find a room waiter. It is not our responsibility to organize the room. Besides, we don't know whether we can clean up our own room..."

"You're still talking back?"

The fat old man was furious, "You are slow to treat the guests! Help me clean up the room, will it take you a long time? It's not so rude!"

Guo Dalu walked to a nearby girl, "What's going on?"

Seeing that it was Guo Dalu, the girl glanced at the old man and stood on tiptoe and whispered to Guo Dalu: "This old man is not ashamed! When one of our sisters sent him into the room just now, he touched him a few times, and then called us to clean up the room for him. Humph, she looked like that, at such an old age, who would pay attention to him!"

Guo Dalu was very surprised. He was not only surprised by the old man's behavior, but also by what the girl around him said.

Judging from the girl's words, it seems that if the old man was not an old man, but a handsome young man, these welcome ladies would probably be taken advantage of by default, and they might just give up on him half-heartedly.

This is what surprised Guo Dalu.

Of course, this fat old man is so old and has such a surge of thoughts, which is worthy of admiration.

Sure enough, the Writers Association has produced talents! 19
Chapter completed!