Rebirth Game Tycoon

After throwing away the trash, Lu Menglin did not return to the room, but went downstairs and walked around with the mentality of watching the excitement.

About an hour later, the conference site of the "World of Science Fiction" annual meeting was already full of people and crowds.

The big banquet hall in front of us, which can hold five or six hundred people, is almost overcrowded.

Especially on the sign-in board and the entrance, it was overwhelmed.

Dozens of science fiction authors and hundreds of readers were all concentrated around the exhibition board, and the crowd gave out bursts of exclamation from time to time.

Every time a familiar author is recognized, it will cause a surprise uproar from the readers.

In this grand annual gathering, all the authors who can be invited are well-known authors, and most of the readers who are lucky enough to be there are loyal fans of science fiction literature, so the atmosphere is so lively and hot. .

One after another, the crowd kept pouring into the venue, and the staff at the scene were already miserable just by checking the admission ticket.

Facing this turbulent crowd, the little friends from Beijing Institute of Technology were also a little confused.

Gui Qin is one of them. She is a freshman at Beijing Institute of Technology. To be precise, she will end her freshman life in two months.

On the train before, she had been suffocated for a while, and was almost made into doubt about life by a strange boy.

This will join the classmates to participate in the "Science Fiction World" annual meeting, and finally regained some sense of superiority as a university student in Beijing.

"That guy is just a high school student. If he fails to enter Beijing, he will probably never be qualified to see such a shocking scene!" Gui Qin was still thinking as he walked.

"Enter, enter! Ten of us! The ticket is with me!" someone shouted openly.

In this team of college students, the head is a very sunny boy, he is the department head of the student union organization, this time the annual meeting admission ticket, it is his trust relationship.

"Miss Gui Qin, what are you surprised? Come in!" The head of the school organization with the sunshine attribute strode to the end of the team and patted Gui Qin's shoulder lightly with a face of dozing.

Gui Qin came back to his senses, shook his head, and said, "I think I saw an acquaintance just now, haha! It should be an illusion!"

The Organization Minister laughed and said: "This is Beijing, but not your hometown. It's probably dazzled! Go in! This ticket is hard to get, it's almost full, and people keep coming in!"

Gui Qin let out a cry, and hurriedly entered the venue with the school organization director.

The tickets for their group of college students are the last-class seats, on the rows of red plastic benches temporarily placed at the back of the entire venue.

The Minister of Organization took the classmates to the seats, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help boasting: "Don't look at our position, but there are still many people outside who will definitely not be able to enter. This year's scene It's too big, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it!"

The same unexpected person was Lu Menglin.

He was just wandering around the venue, but when he wanted to enter the venue, he found that it was already overcrowded.

Although he took out the guest card, the seats in the back row were already fully seated, and the heads were all black.

Lu Menglin calculated that he was just a little transparency in this annual meeting. Sitting in the back row was the most comfortable, but there was no place in the back row. This was a troublesome thing.

Just as Lu Menglin frowned and looked back and forth to see if there were any seats available, there was the signature hearty laughter of Uncle Blackface.

"Haha! Young man, you have come in too! Have you found a seat?" The black-faced uncle who claims to be the vice president of Hainan Photography and Fine Arts Publishing House still looks very familiar with Lu Menglin.

"Ah! Not yet!" Lu Menglin smiled and replied.

The black-faced uncle stepped forward and grabbed Lu Menglin's shoulder, and smiled: "No need to look for it, let's go! Come and sit in front of me."

After all, the black face uncle couldn't help but walked towards the first three rows with Lu Menglin.

Lu Menglin was also hesitating, whether to sit in the guest seat or not. Now that he was accompanied, he didn't bother to struggle, and followed the black face uncle to the front row.

The first three rows are full of guest seats, all blue velvet table tops, red back chairs, and a neat row of white porcelain tea cups.

The guest seats were sparsely seated, with less than one third of the seats.

The black-faced uncle patted Lu Menglin on the shoulder and whispered: "It's okay, just sit next to me. This kind of guest seats have always been dissatisfied, and it's much more comfortable than the back row."

Uncle Blackface had an expression like I will take you to pretend to lead you to fly. Lu Menglin couldn't say anything, so he had to sit with him on the far right side of the third row.

At this time, it was less than three minutes before the conference officially began.

The guests at the conference were late, and soon they filled up the guest seats.The space behind is even more crowded with enthusiastic audiences and readers. Many people have no seats and simply stand in the aisles on both sides and look up for the first time.

As long as you are fortunate enough to be able to participate in this event in China's science fiction industry, and to see so many great authors, what does it matter whether you stand or sit?

"Jihu! How come you can see your black face everywhere!" At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the third row of guests.

The speaker was a young man in a black tunic suit, about twenty-eight or ninety-nine years old, with a string of red sandalwood beads on his wrist, his forehead slicked smoothly, and a pigtail on the back of his head. His appearance was outstanding.

The black-faced uncle who was called out by the black tunic suit was taken aback for a moment, then frowned, and then forced a professional smile.

"Yo! Master Xiao Wang, meet again! We are really destined. Let me ask for a draft anytime!" The old face of the uncle black face twitched with a smile.

Only then did Lu Menglin know that the black-faced uncle's name was Ji Hu, but it seemed that he didn't like the Master Xiao Wang, but he seemed to be asking for him.

The Master Xiao Wang waved his hand and said with a chuckle, "Forget it! For your broken club, there is no more drama and singing! You should stop tossing about it. You still have to be safe!"

After being taught how to be a man by this guy who was a round younger than himself, the black-faced uncle Jihu's face changed slightly, but he immediately smiled again, arched his hands, and said, "Master Xiao Wang, look at you. By the way, isn’t it true that I can’t help it! A bunch of people have to eat! As long as you are willing to recite a little bit of old love and reward us with food, maybe we can turn around!"

"Stand over? Haha! Salted fish also wants to turn over? Difficult!" The little master sneered.

Ji Huming was so angry that his knuckles were white, but his face was still full of smiles, and he asked unwillingly, "Master Xiao Wang, when there are new articles, you must remember me Ji Hu!"

Lu Menglin looked up at the middle-aged uncle who was not too confused, and suddenly thought of his father. His father was running business for the factory outside, and he probably wanted to put his face on his cold ass like this!

Life is not easy, and it is even more difficult for a man with responsibility on his shoulders!

With the disdain of a winner, Master Xiao Wang glanced at Lu Menglin next to Ji Hu. He was probably a little jealous of the youth of the other party. He rolled his eyes and said with a stubborn mouth, "Old Ji! It’s not that I said you, you are all old, and you don’t even understand the basic etiquette. No wonder you are mixed up like this! This time is the annual meeting of "Sci-Fi World". It’s a great favor to invite you. With this kind of messy people waiting to sit in the guest table, don't you pay attention to our guests?"

At the end of the talk, Master Xiao Wang deliberately increased his voice volume, which attracted the attention of the guests around him.

It seems that he just wanted to give Ji Hu a disarm, not only to reprimand him, but also to use tiger skins as a banner to bring other guests in.

Ji Hu's face changed on the spot, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth, turned his face as if he hadn't heard, and sat down.

"That kid is ungrateful! Hell, if I hadn't been blind and recommended him to be in the position back then, could he have today?" Ji Hu said in a low voice with bitterness and bitterness towards Lu Menglin.

"President Ji, I'll say it again, please respect the rules of the conference, don't bring in the mess, and leave seats for guests who are more in need! Can you?" Master Xiao Wang simply stood up and pointed out in public. Asked Ji Huyue.