Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

Every city in China will have some extremely high-end and grand residences for wealthy people, and it is not an exaggeration to even call them manors.

Yi Ming's mood was very complicated and exciting. After living for two lives, he had never imagined how rich people lived.

The Qiu family is undoubtedly the top existence in China. You can know this from what you can understand so far.

Fenghuang Mountain is a place northwest of the capital city of Yanjing where the dragon looks prosperous, hence the name Fenghuang.

When we were still several miles away from Fenghuang Mountain, all the roads were paved with large square bluestones, stretching forward seemingly endlessly with no end in sight.

The pines and cypresses planted on the roadside are intertwined, verdant and green, towering into the clouds, showing infinite vitality.

The Guoli sedan driven by Dake stopped at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain. When he saw Princess Qiu Yin of the Qiu family, he immediately explained with a smile. Then a Yunyi trot still produced by Guoli drove up from the side.

If you want, you can drive up the mountain instead.

Yi Ming secretly smacked his tongue. He was indeed a rich man, not just an ordinary rich man. He actually prepared a uniform car for every visitor who came up the mountain.

You can imagine that the state of being after you have money is different. What’s more, when I have money, I won’t prepare a car, ah---, I will just build a helipad at the foot of the mountain and dispatch a helicopter to pick me up.

Although it is a small car produced by the same factory, the Guoli Yunyi feels much more comfortable when sitting in it than the big Guoli Trot. Even the seat cushions are obviously made of genuine leather, which is hand-woven and feels very good to the touch.

Not to mention Yi Ming's speechless emotions all the way, even Dake's usually careless temperament was obviously restrained a lot this time. He kept silent all the way and just drove seriously without saying a word.

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When the car was about to pass halfway up Fenghuang Mountain, the terrain was obviously much more open. Even security guards holding walkie-talkies could be seen everywhere, saying something into the walkie-talkies from time to time.

Qiu Yin snorted and said coldly: "Every time I go out, I really don't want to come back. Such a nice family living together, how come there is no human touch anymore."

Yi Ming turned his head and glanced at Qiu Yin, not knowing what he meant.

Qiu Yin hummed and said: "Obviously..., do you want to know what they are saying on the walkie-talkie?"

Yi Ming was stunned for a moment, then nodded honestly.

Qiu Yin signaled that the car could be pulled over, and then she stuck her head out and waved to a security guard not far away, signaling him to come over.

Yi Ming immediately saw that the security guard was obviously taken aback at first, and then his legs trembled and his expression became unnatural. After a trace of hesitation on his face, he slowly walked over.

Qiu Yin stretched out her hand and said with a cold face: "Give me the walkie-talkie." As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed it with one hand. Then she put it into Yi Ming's hand and said:

"Listen carefully."

"19-19-, please reply when you receive it!"

"19-Received, the speed is normal, it is expected to arrive in 9 minutes."

"15-15-, please reply if you receive it!"

"-----..."

"15-15-, what's the speed of the car, Miss?"

Qiu Yin reached out and took the walkie-talkie from Yi Ming's hand. After looking at it, she pointed at the screen and said to Yi Ming with a smile: "Look, the speed of the car is 0!"

Yi Ming was stunned for a while. If he was so exaggerated, wouldn't he just come back and start such a big battle?

"Aren't you annoying? It's a mess every time. It seems that you don't want to do it anymore, captain of the security team." Qiu Yin yelled into the walkie-talkie. Then she returned the walkie-talkie to the security guard.

The security guard called the intercom and immediately walked away sweating profusely. Fortunately...if the eldest lady hadn't had a friend sitting next to her, I probably wouldn't have been able to escape being tortured today.

The walkie-talkie suddenly became silent, only a low rustling sound was heard, and then another voice came out from the walkie-talkie: 02-02-, and they were immediately dispatched to follow the eldest lady up the mountain.

Just when Dake started the car and drove towards Phoenix Mountain, there was a "boom-boom" sound, and a helicopter flew from the mountain and circled above the car, following behind and heading towards Phoenix Mountain.

Yi Ming was unable to complain at this moment. Rich people are indeed rich people. It seems that ordinary people really don't understand the world of rich people. There is nothing they can't guess, and there is nothing they can't do.

Soon, Yi Ming could see at a glance that clusters of villas were built in an orderly manner along the middle of Fenghuang Mountain, hidden among the shades of green trees.

Exquisite, luxurious, high-end, and elegant, the styles of each villa are very different, and the construction is also very interesting.

Soon, under the guidance of Qiu Yin, Dake drove Guoli Yunyi and stopped next to a three-story villa near the mountain. There were dozens of people standing outside the villa door, one of whom was about forty years old.

, wearing a white robe, with a peaceful and elegant smile on his face. There were two rows of servants wearing blue linen robes standing beside him. After seeing the car stop, they all bent down and said loudly: "

Welcome, Miss."

Qiu Yin didn't even look at it, and said to Yi Ming who got off the car: "Come with me, I guess my grandpa is waiting impatiently."

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Mr. Qiu had a smile on his face and looked at Yi Ming who was sitting in front of him with interest. His expression was relaxed and contented, restrained and not exaggerated. The most unusual thing was that his sitting posture was extremely standard.

The xiong's back is straight, her legs are naturally vertical and her knees are flat, her eyes are looking straight ahead, and her hands are placed on her knees, which makes people feel good about her.

This standard sitting posture is very popular in the West, and most people will never know it. However, the young man in front of him knows etiquette very well, especially when meeting elders. His performance is even more extraordinary.

Mr. Qiu said with a smile: "Young man, I am such a precious granddaughter. Since you can persuade her to sing some patriotic songs. I don't understand. Singing is just singing. Why should we separate it so clearly? Is it possible?

In this day and age, is even singing considered patriotic?"

Yi Ming was slightly stunned, then nodded and said: "Yes..., as long as you have the country in your heart, any behavior can naturally reflect patriotism."

Mr. Qiu tapped the back of the chair with his hand, and after a slight composure, he said: "I don't disagree very much, but I don't agree very much either. If you can convince me with just three sentences, then I will agree, and I will not do anything in the future."

I won’t care about this girl’s love of singing anymore.”

Three sentences?

The old man is really resolute.

Yi Ming was stunned and immediately looked at Qiu Yin. When he saw Qiu Yin's pretty face, she was about to burst into tears. Then he looked at Mr. Qiu and said with great confidence: "You don't need three sentences, one sentence is enough.

"One sentence?" Mr. Qiu was stunned. Even though he was extremely sophisticated in his training, he didn't feel stunned at this moment. He said in an uncertain tone: "Are you sure? One sentence?"

Yi Ming nodded: "Yes, one sentence is enough."

After Yi Ming condensed for a while, he faced Mr. Qiu's surprised look and said slowly: "Patriotism doesn't distinguish between you and me. Naturally, songs can also have power. They have the power to change and change everything that can be changed."

Mr. Qiu smiled and said: "Young man, you are boasting. It seems that your words have not convinced me."

Yi Ming turned around and said, "Really? Then maybe you, old man, didn't understand what the phrase 'songs can also have power' means. I just happened to write a song for Dakexin. After reading it, old man, I believe you

You will understand what I mean when I say it."

After Yi Ming finished speaking, he bent down very naturally, picked up the pen and paper from under the coffee table, spread it out on the coffee table, and said with a smile: "A good patriotic song can not only move you and me, but also move millions of Chinese people."

Those bloody people in the country.”

After Yi Ming finished speaking, he raised his hand to grab a pen and wrote "Chinese" in three large, elegant and timeless characters on the paper.

"Chinese", a classic divine song that has sung the land of China for 20 years and has endured for 20 years, was born. It will once again shine with its unique light, be sung by the world, and be remembered and remembered by the world.