Chen Hao had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and record a number on his mobile phone. This number was also sent to him by his old classmate who worked in the "Xiaoyujing" community.

This number is the registered account of netizen "Xiaolou Dongfeng". When an old classmate sent the number to Chen Hao, he told him not to use it if he could!

Because this old classmate leaked the netizen’s login account, it was a serious violation!

Chen Hao didn't want to use it at first, but now when he came to Mingde Middle School, he found that he was desperate and could only use this last method.

"Hey, hello!" After Chen Hao pressed the number, the other party quickly answered the phone. Chen Hao asked again, "Are you a netizen from Xiaolou Dongfeng?"

Zhang Qiang was quite surprised when he received the call. He didn't go out during the holiday today. He spent the whole day reading, managing and helping answer questions on the history section of the "Xiaoyujing" community. He was very conscientious and responsible.

But unexpectedly, he suddenly received a call and his online name was revealed, which shocked and angry, "Who are you? How did you know my mobile phone number? You are too much online marketing!"

Chen Hao smiled awkwardly and quickly explained, "Sorry, I'm taking the liberty to call you. I want to introduce myself. I am Chen Hao, the editor-in-chief of Qianyu Publishing House."

"Qianyu Publishing House?" Zhang Qiang recalled carefully. It seemed that he had heard of the name of this publishing house, but it had something to do with him. "I don't want to publish the content?"

Chen Hao continued, "Xiaolou Dongfeng netizen, I'll take the liberty to ask, are you Teacher Yang Ming?"

Zhang Qiang suddenly realized that the publishing house called him and must have seen the "Teacher Yang Ming explains history" posted online, so he came to contact him to publish.

After understanding this, Zhang Qiang immediately denied, "Editor Chen, I think you're wrong. Although I posted the posts online, I am not Teacher Yang Ming, nor did I get the authorization from Teacher Yang Ming. I just think Teacher Yang Ming is very good at speaking and send it to everyone. If you want to talk to me about publishing, you may have found the wrong person."

Chen Hao was not disappointed, in fact, he considered this result before calling.

He continued to smile and said, "Xiaolou Dongfeng netizen, it seems that you are a fan of Teacher Yang Ming like me! Don't you want to see Teacher Yang Ming's works published?"

Zhang Qiang said bluntly, "Please be honest. If Teacher Yang Ming's works are published, you will also choose a more famous publishing house. And your Qianyu Publishing House doesn't seem to be large in scale! Although I can't represent Teacher Yang Ming, I think you are not qualified!"

After saying that, Zhang Qiang wanted to hang up the phone. He originally secretly converted Yang Ming's class into text and sent it online, and he didn't want to get into these troubles.

"Wait, don't hang up the phone." Chen Hao said quickly, "I know our Qianyu Publishing House is not large, but we are very sincere! I have come to the door of Mingde Middle School now, and come from the imperial capital with a huge sum of money to find Teacher Yang Ming!"

Zhang Qiang smiled bitterly and said, "Then you go and find it! Why are you calling me?"

"We can't find it. I think you must have a way to contact Teacher Yang Ming." Chen Hao's tone was almost begging.

Zhang Qiang still smiled bitterly, "Although I have met Teacher Yang Ming twice, I don't have his contact information. You should stop looking for me!"

Chen Hao could only play the card of misery and sighed, "Xiaolou Dongfeng, are you just watching me walking around the streets of Lanwan with two suitcases of cash?"

Hearing this sentence, the driver who was driving looked at the two huge suitcases behind him in a reflexive manner. He was so scared that he stuck out his tongue, "No wonder he refused to put these two boxes into the trunk. It turned out that there was money inside! How much money does it have to be!"

Similarly, Zhang Qiang on the other end of the phone also felt sincerity and thought for a moment, "Then I'll meet you. Also, please don't run around with so much cash. You can find a hotel near Mingde Middle School to stay in, and I'll come over immediately."

"That's great! Thank you Xiaolou Dongfeng! We are really sincere and want to help Teacher Yang Ming publish this book!"

"Actually, I have the same idea. My name is Zhang Qiang. See you later."

...

Time comes to night in a blink of an eye. The restaurant on the 3rd floor of Lanwan Xingyue has been decorated with joy.

Whether it is the tablecloth chairs or the long wedding table in the center, they are arranged in a light blue tone. This blue is not the blue of the sea, but a little white in the blue, which looks like the sky and clouds.

On the high roof, even countless huge chandeliers have been decorated and are in the same color. When you walk into it, you feel like you are flying in the sky.

The wedding table running through the entire hall is covered with bright red roses on both sides, and the sky blue is dotted with large red fields, making it look very happy.

On one side of the hall is a very huge screen. At this moment, there are cheerful entrance music playing on the screen, and the picture shows wedding photos of Chen Gang and He Bing.

Yang Ming, his classmates and relatives and friends invited by both sides were shocked when they walked into the hall. Chen Gang's parents and He Bing's parents who came here earlier were even more excited to cry.

Their hard work in their lives is not the purpose of allowing their children to live a good life? It is something they had never thought of before, and they wanted to cry excitedly!

Uncle He Bing, who walked in together, was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, looking around! Although they also opened a large hotel, the scale and luxury of Lanwan Xingyue still shocked them!

He Bing's uncle sighed again, "If we were in our Baoyi Restaurant, how could we have this level! 8888 is worth a table!"

Aunt He Bing said angrily, "Isn't that because of Chen Gang's classmate Xiao Yang! If someone else was replaced, 8888                                                                                                           

Uncle He Bing said, "No matter what, I am very satisfied with Xiaobing's wedding!"

At the entrance of the hall, several relatives of Chen Gang's family were helping, and a small table was placed here, which was specially designed to receive favors.

Uncle He Bing came over and handed over a thick red envelope, no more than no more, a total of ten thousand yuan.

Just then, Yang Ming and his classmates arrived, and everyone handed over red envelopes, and their names were on them. Some did not bring red envelopes, so they just paid for it. Chen Gang's aunt took a small notebook to keep the account, how much does it cost?

The friends and classmates who came here today gave me about 81,000 red envelopes. After all, the table is 8888. At least you have to give your own meal money, right?

Yang Ming did not pay the money, but took out a prepared red envelope, which looked a bit thin and disgusting.
Chapter completed!