Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

The next day, after breakfast, I went back to my room and dressed up solemnly.

After packing up, I couldn't find the bottle of oil, I didn't know where I went, and I wanted to say goodbye to him, I went out with some regret, and was about to hire a taxi, when a black Audi came galloping, Stopped in front of me, the glass was pulled down, and the fat man waved to me and said, "Beauty, get in the car!"

I smiled and opened the rear door and saw a handsome guy in a suit and leather shoes sitting in the back seat. He looked at me in a daze, didn't speak, and turned his head out of the window again.

"Hmph, I don't even say a few words of praise for being so beautifully dressed today," I thought angrily.

"Sister, you see that we are interesting enough, you can rest assured today, whoever dares to touch you, brother can't kill him." Fat brother turned his head and said to me confidently.

I smiled and nodded, and jokingly said, "Your suit is so narrow, it must be Wu Xie's!"

"No, I didn't know that I would need to wear this dog-like thing when I came to Hangzhou."

Wu Xie clicked his tongue and said unhappily: "Fatty, don't be so aggressive, your set costs thousands of dollars, you'd better take a deep breath and don't blow me up, what other people are like dogs, aren't you now? Are you scolding yourself?"

I couldn't help laughing again, and felt relieved. With these live treasures by my side, my sense of security instantly exploded!

The venue is located in the lobby on the first floor of a five-star hotel. When I got out of the car, I could see a banner and a huge poster at the door, with the words "Mr. Yu Qian's posthumous work" written on it, which deeply hurt my heart heart.

"Go in." Poker-Face took a look, walked beside me and said softly.

"Yeah." At this moment, my heart is extremely firm.

"Miss Zhang, you came so early!" A staff member in professional suit greeted me politely and welcomed me in respectfully.

There was no one in the lobby, but there were posters lined up on both sides, and there were even printed books. I thought that the serials of newspapers and periodicals were only electronic versions. The man took me to a conspicuous seat and sat down. The manager will also come and tell me not to be too nervous."

"Yeah." I nodded gratefully.

Looking around, the three guys had long since disappeared, and I suddenly became nervous again.

Soon the staff led a man in the same suit and leather shoes who looked like a business elite to me, and before the staff introduced him, he smiled and dismissed him and said, "Xiao Wang, go get busy!"

Then he stretched out his hand and said to me with a smile: "Junior girl, do you remember me?"

"Sister?" I was full of doubts and dared not answer him.

"I have been to you twice, and my name is Xiao Rong." He said politely and stretched out his hand.

"Xiao Rong, it seems that there is such a person. I heard that his father is a media tycoon. He himself is not bad. He is good-looking and talented. He has already published many works before he graduated - even in the eyes of girls at that time. It's a character." I collected my thoughts, and calmly extended my hand to shake him.

"Senior, hello, I'm sorry I haven't seen you in person, only your works" I explained politely.

"Hehe, it's okay, I've been paying attention to you for a long time!" He smiled easily, and then continued: "Actually, I admire the professor very much. He has always been my spiritual mentor." After speaking, there was infinite sentimentality in his eyes.

I didn't answer.

He paused, and suddenly leaned over and whispered: "I am very aware of what happened to you. The time is not yet ripe, so you must wait patiently. We have hit him hard by making such a fuss, and the relevant departments have already targeted him." He, I guess he should restrain himself a little recently."

"Well, the senior helped me because of Professor Yu?" I asked curiously.

"No, it shouldn't be all. Let's put it this way, I met you once at the teacher's side when you were a freshman, and then I started to pay attention to you and your works. I think you are a very special girl with great ideas. Very brave." After speaking, he smiled heartily at me.

"Senior is really overrated." I blushed and said with a smile: "By the way, why hasn't he troubled your company yet?"

"He didn't dare, because my dad also has his tricks in his hands. If he takes it out, it will be difficult for him to deal with it." Senior Xiao Rong said indifferently.

I said "Oh" and thought unhappily: Damn, if you have evidence, why don't you hurry up and let this kind of scum go to jail earlier.

The senior seemed to see through my thoughts, and said again: "The time is not yet ripe."

I nodded my head and couldn't say anything more

We chatted about other things for a while, and the reporters began to enter the venue. There were also many seniors in the literary world, some admirers of the teacher, and some who had the face of senior Xiao Rong.He calmly stepped forward to greet them with a handshake, with a maturity beyond his age, worthy of being the heir of a tycoon.

When people arrived one after another, it was time to speak. Senior Xiao Rong walked around to me, whispered in his ear, "I might do something a little too much later, don't mind, I'm just here to protect you."

Listening to this, I began to feel uneasy, what does it mean to be too much?But before I could think about it, the staff ushered us onto the stage.

The spotlight began to flicker, and I found that my already nervous hands were trembling slightly.

The next few reporters asked questions, Senior Xiao Rong rushed to answer them very thoughtfully, the last reporter appointed me to ask questions, I took a deep breath and listened to his questions quietly.

He said: "Miss Zhang, do you think your teacher's death was an accident?" After asking, he smiled at me with ulterior motives.

There was a small commotion in the audience.

My heart felt as if a knife had been gouged out suddenly, it hurt so much, I sneered and asked him back: "Why do you ask that?"

"I heard that you have been investigating the cause of Teacher Yu Qian's death and suspect that he did not commit suicide. May I ask if you have found any evidence?" He still asked relentlessly.

"Yes, I have found the evidence, and I will announce it when the time is right." I almost said it out of anger.At that time, I couldn't control whether I said that.

"Okay, thank you all, that's all for the questions about this work." Senior Xiao Rong took the microphone in my hand in a timely manner, and rejected all the booing questions from the audience.

Then he cleared his throat and said, "Next, I want to announce that I have an engagement with Ms. Zhang Zilin when I was in college, so she is actually my fiancée." A kiss on the cheek.

I was instantly shocked in all sorts of messes, when did I have a marriage contract with you, and the spotlights surrounded me again and kept crackling, I tried to break free from Xiao Rong's hand holding my shoulder, but he seemed He didn't want to let go, and let the reporters keep taking pictures.

I looked around in a panic, and finally met Poker Fing's eyes. He was standing directly opposite the second floor, holding on to the railing, looking at me expressionlessly, then turned around and disappeared into the crowd, my heart throbbed. , as if he had lost something, he shook Xiao Rong's hand vigorously and got off the stage and squeezed into the crowd.

"Boyoubo Bokyouping," I murmured to him desperately pulling away from the crowd, completely ignoring others looking at me in surprise, and when I squeezed up to the second floor, he had no idea where he was going.

Xiao Rong on the stage smiled awkwardly: "My fiancée is rather shy, please move to the restaurant to have a light meal next." He said and stepped off the stage to guide those people's attention.

I turned around on the second floor a few times but still couldn't find Poker Bottle. I leaned helplessly on the safety door of the employee passageway, wanting to cry, not understanding why I cared so much about whether he might have misunderstood.

At this moment, a hand was stretched out from behind the door and quickly covered my mouth, pulling me in forcefully.

The author has something to say:

Dry this cup of thousand-year-old vinegar.