On the day we went to Huanhai Town, it started to rain. The rain was light and gentle, like a tender mother gently caressing the earth and nourishing all things.
Zhao Zhe was carrying Zhao Xiaoyue's schoolbag and a basket containing something covered with a cloth; the contents of the basket looked rather mysterious.
Zhang Xiaomeng drove quietly.
Upon arriving at his destination, Zhao Zhe was drawn in by the fragrance of flowers and the sea of blossoms before him.
No wonder this place is called Illusion Sea Town.
The hillsides are covered with colorful wildflowers, shrouded in a curtain of rain, making it feel like being in a sea of flowers, with waves of blossoms rising and falling, and people rising and falling with them.
Zhang Xiaomeng didn't come along; he waited in the car.
Zhao Zhe followed his sister along the bluestone path. With heavy steps, he could clearly sense that the person walking ahead of him was not in a good mood.
A dozen minutes later, they arrived at the place where the flowers were in full bloom, which was also a gravesite.
Zhao Xiaoyue took the basket from Zhao Zhe, uncovered the cloth covering it, and took out a bunch of colorful flowers and arranged them; then she took out a piece of tiramisu and arranged it; then she took out several pieces of chocolate and arranged them as well.
So that's what his sister bought this morning. No wonder she got up so early.
Curious about who this was, he heard his sister say, "Godmother, this is Zhao Zhe, my younger brother; Xiao Zhe, this is Godmother, also my teacher's wife, Sixth Grandfather's wife!"
Then he obediently pulled Zhao Zhe to kneel down and said, "Call someone!"
Zhao Zhe respectfully greeted the tombstone, "Hello, godmother, I am Zhao Zhe."
After the two finished kowtowing, they turned around and saw Master Pu standing with his hands behind his back, his hair neatly combed, still wearing a smoky gray long gown, elegant and gentlemanly, gazing tenderly at the photo on the tombstone, but his demeanor was cold.
"Sixth Grandfather!"
"Master!"
"Okay, go back after you're done with the worship. Don't keep coming here. Hunters have so much to do, how come you're so free? It seems you haven't been doing your job properly."
"What? I tried my best!"
Zhao Xiaoyue lowered her head and offered a defense. Zhao Zhe listened in confusion, wondering, "What hunter? What is that?"
They were "ruthlessly" kicked out by their sixth grandfather.
"Sis, what kind of hunter?"
Zhao Xiaoyue fastened her seatbelt. "Zhang Xiaomeng, explain this to Xiao Zhe."
Then they found a small restaurant, where Zhao Xiaoyue focused on eating the whole time, while Zhang Xiaomeng carefully explained the hunter's story to Zhao Zhe.
Zhao Zhe stared incredulously at the person struggling with a large bone. "Sister, are all of these real?"
Zhang Xiaomeng took a bite of food and replied on behalf of the helmsman, "It's true!"
"Your sister is the leader of our hunters, the real deal!"
After finishing her meal, Zhao Xiaoyue wiped her mouth and said, "Remember, you can't tell your parents about these things. Only you can know."
Zhao Zhe admired his older sister even more; she was just too amazing!
At first, he didn't understand what it meant to be the hunter's helmsman, so Zhang Xiaomeng gave him a simple summary: it's like the head of nine bosses, which is much more vivid!
The boss of bosses!
Seeing the boy's jaw drop in astonishment, Zhao Xiaoyue couldn't help but laugh. "Heh, tuck your jaw in and let's go back." She walked out first.
During summer vacation, Zhao Xiaoyue and the comic convention team seriously studied how to start a company and make money.
She sent Zhao Zhe to a school specializing in programming.
He still hadn't recovered from the memories of the comic convention, so he decided to leave it at that. Whether it happened or not wouldn't affect his life. The life he was living now was the blissful life he had always dreamed of.
Sometimes at anime conventions, the curious mind would get the better of him, and he'd ask Zhao Xiaoyue in a cheeky tone, "President Zhao, what's wrong with me? Why do I have so many... um... memories that don't belong to the current me?"
He even gave Zhao Xiaoyue a look that said, "You idiot, you look ridiculous," which disgusted her to no end.
"Dead Electric Man, have you taken the wrong medicine? Change your expression back!"
What's going on? He's a normal young man, gay, not a pervert, and he keeps acting all effeminate. It's so annoying!
The next second at the comic convention, he cleared his throat, glared at her sideways, and said, "My god, who are you calling a 'Zhao'? Want to try disappearing on the spot and ruining your whole plan? Humph!"
Then, with a haughty air, she turned and left the office.
Zhao Xiaoyue was speechless for a long time, the words she wanted to say stuck in her chest, neither coming out nor going out!
Ever since the comic convention was brought back, Zhang Xiaomeng would often see them at the helm, sometimes elated, sometimes gritting their teeth, and sometimes looking like a volcano about to erupt.
This kind of thing happens almost every few days.
Thankfully, the people at the comic convention were at least mentally sharp.
After intense discussions, Zhao Xiaoyue and the comic convention organizers finally decided to enter the service industry: open a hotel!
We'll use this to open up the market and then gradually develop related industries.
The name is a derivative of Guitu Inn, called Xingtu Hotel!
The name was chosen by the old lady when Zhao Zhe called home, and it means that his future will be bright!
The legal representative is currently the Comic Exhibition, as she is not old enough. She provides the funding, and the Comic Exhibition is fully responsible for the project.
During a discussion meeting, Zhao Xiaoyue said, "If the company grows, we will use 30% of the profits for charity."
One thing I don't understand about comic conventions is why they want to use 30% of their future revenue for public welfare and charity.
That's her own bonus!
Zhao Xiaoyue gazed lazily into the distance, a flicker of sadness crossing her eyes. "Accumulate good fortune!"
"Hey," the anime convention member joked, arms crossed, "aren't you lucky enough with your current assets?"
The girl across from her retorted, "Would you complain about having too much money?"
The anime convention staff shrugged and didn't ask any more questions.
For comic conventions, starting a company is easy, so easy that it's as if they've done it countless times before.
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