Du Qiu had just returned to China, and the jet lag did not reverse. He even turned around for more than 40 hours. Even though his physical fitness was far beyond ordinary people, he couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't go anywhere in the afternoon. He went back to the hotel and took a bath, then slept with his head covering and didn't wake up until after four o'clock in the afternoon.

Count the money until your hands cramp, sleep until you wake up naturally...

This is the life I want...

After a few minutes of ink on the comfortable double bed, Du Qiu felt a little thirsty, so he got up and walked to the living room in his pajamas to find drinks. He found that Jiang Danfeng was playing cards with three people, one was Zhou Yuan, the other was Qin Weizhen, and another didn't know a woman. She looked about 30 years old, wearing half-frame thin-edged glasses, with an average appearance, a good temperament, thin and peaceful, and she was very acquainted.

"Hey, Du Qiu, are you awake?"

"How can I meet you everywhere?" Du Qiu raised his hand and signaled them to continue playing, then unscrew a bottle of pure water and asked, "What do you want to do with me again?"

"Look at what you said, I can't come to help you?" Qin Weizhen smiled and explained, "Your sister sent me to be a driver and pick you up at the evening thank-you banquet. She said that if you were a human-shaped billboard and showed your face in the past, the company's sales will increase by at least several million next year."

"What time is it evening?"

“Six o’clock.”

The game ended soon. With Qin Weizhen's introduction, Du Qiu learned that the stranger was named Dong Qiongyu, who was the editor of the Foreign Studies Society, and was responsible for the proofreading and distribution of the Chinese version of "White Night Walk". She took out a manuscript from her bag and said politely: "Mr. Du, this is a translation manuscript that has been reviewed for the second time. Please correct it. If there are any omissions and errors, Zhenzhen and I will go back and make corrections."

When Du Qiu took the manuscript, he found that Qin Weizhen was biting her lip and her face was full of nervousness. This was the first time he saw this stubborn and northern girl with such a look. He couldn't help but laugh and said deliberately: "This book was translated by Qin Weizhen. With her, she is fully responsible, so I don't have to read it."

"Look! Sister Xiaoyu, I've told you a long time ago that this guy is too lazy to show him the manuscript."

"Then if I have any objections after reading it, don't say I'm harsh." Du Qiushi stopped and said to Dong Qiongyu: "I'm a little busy lately, and it will probably take a few days to finish reading it."

"It's okay, we're not in a hurry, Mr. Du watch slowly."

Du Qiu handed the manuscript to Jiang Danfeng and asked her to help put it away. Then he said to Qin Weizhen: "You sit for a while, and I will talk to Zhou Yuan."

"Wait a minute, do me a favor." Qin Weizhen picked up the bag from the sofa, took out two CDs and a marker, and said with a smile: "Great talent, come and sign your name."

"Sign again? You have not paid the signing fee you owed me before."

"I didn't bring the money today, I owe it first, and I'll give it to you next time."

Both CDs are singles, one is "The Action Program of Cruel Angels" sung by Yoko Takahashi, and the other is "I Once Thinking of One" sung by Akina Nakamori. Each CD has a Japanese signature of the singer, which should be obtained by Qin Weizhen through Aiko Komatsu.

Jiang Danfeng has been to Japan for purchasing agents in the past two months. Not only have he learned a lot of Japanese, but he also knows the local fashions very well. He said in surprise: "This CD of Akira Nakamori was only released last week. Do you actually have it?"

"Amaki asked someone to give it to me." Qin Weizhen looked like a fanatic girl who went through fire and water for her idol, and said proudly: "This song is very popular, and several singers want to sing it. If I hadn't argued and convinced Du Qiu, she might not have been able to sing this song."

After "White Night Walk" was published in Japan at the end of September, it sold more than 500,000 copies in a month, and the reviews were praised, becoming a phenomenal bestseller. This song "I Once Thinking of One and One" published by Du Qiu as a preface also rose with the rise. Several first-line singers were interested in singing. Finally, under Qin Weizhen's long-distance phone call, Du Qiu authorized her idol Akina Nakamori.

"Take it down, you're a mess. I have to agree to it for the sake of my ears." Du Qiu signed the CD with a marker and asked, "How is this single sales?"

"Last week, the Oricon Credibility List single ranked fourth, and this week it is estimated that it will be ranked first." Qin Weizhen put the CD into her shoulder bag solemnly, saying: "This song is quite consistent with Akina Nakamori's experience. It was reported by the media before it was released. It was well received after it was released. Many people think she would become popular again with this song."

Akina Nakamori was the most popular female singer in Japan in the 1980s. She combines idols and strength. She has 21 singles and 13 albums and topped the first place in the oricon credibility chart. In 1989, due to emotional entanglement with the scumbag Mahiko Kondo, she failed to commit suicide. Since then, her popularity and career have fallen into a trough.

"I Once Thinking of One" is a work created by Hiro Akita after Mika Nakajima suffered an ear disease at her heyday. The artistic conception of pursuing hope in despair in the lyrics and music is indeed consistent with Akina Mori, so it sings are very contagious and it is reasonable to become popular again.

After signing the CD, Du Qiu was about to go to Zhou Yuan to talk about business, but when he saw Dong Qiongyu take out another copy of the manuscript of "White Night Walk", he said embarrassedly: "Mr. Du, I like your book very much. Can you sign me too?"

Since the Internet Conference, Du Qiu's signature has become numb, so he threw the marker in his hand to Qin Weizhen and said, "Yes, I'll go find a fountain pen."

“I have it here.”

The pen that Dong Qiongyu took out from her bag was very exquisite. Du Qiu recognized the model at a glance, and felt good about her, and said, "Monblanc's great writer, paying tribute to Agatha Christie's limited edition pen in 1993. Editor Dong has a good taste. Do you like to read reasoning?"

"Mr. Du is so profound." Dong Qiongyu said with a smile as if he was about to meet his confidant, "I am a loyal reader of Agatha Christie, so I specially bought this pen."

As a calligraphy enthusiast, Du Qiu collected dozens of pens before traveling through time. Unfortunately, he was short of money and was all popular goods worth hundreds of dollars. Luxury pens like Montblanc could not afford them. He could only watch various tycoons' show-off posts on the Internet, but he also saved a lot of knowledge about collecting pens.

In 1992, Montblanc launched a high-end limited-edition fountain pen product line called the Great Writing Series, paying tribute to world-renowned writers, and one is sold every year. In 1992, Hemingway, Agatha Christie in 1993, Oscar Wilde in 1994, and Voltaire in 1995. Each one is exquisitely made and unique, among which is the most popular and highly collectible value for Agatha Christie.

The most distinctive feature of this pen is that there is a snake on the cap, Dong Qiongyu's pen is gold-plated, and sapphires are inlaid in the snake's eyes. It is a high-end version with a limited edition of 4,810 pieces worldwide. Du Qiu didn't know how much it was worth in 1995, but he knew that if he had a good look before traveling through time, he could sell at least 20,000 yuan.

This Miss Dong seems to be a person with a story...

Judging from her and Qin Wei’s appearance, she is probably also a second-generation official…

After Du Qiu took the pen and enjoyed it for a while, he decided to write a few more words to try the pen feel. So he opened the title page of the manuscript and asked, "What do Miss Dong want me to write?"

"Mr. Du, please feel free to write anything."

"Tsk! It's really unfair." Qin Weizhen was angry and complained: "I'll ask you to sign. You can just draw it a few times and it's all done. Sister Xiaoyu asked you to sign. You also wrote an inscription for her. Sister Danfeng, please tell me about him."

Qin Wei is really not very good-looking, but she has a high affinity and a cheerful and free-spirited personality. Everyone likes it. Jiang Danfeng was no exception. He pulled her and whispered a few words, and then urged: "Du Qiu, write quickly, Zhou Yuan has something to talk to you."

"Let me think about it, it's all right away."

Du Qiu thought for a while, and then wrote four lines of poetry in the blanks of the manuscript using the style of running script: I was lazy to write new poems in the frozen pen, and I was warm when I was cold. I saw the ink flowers and the moon was white, and I felt that the snow was everywhere in front of the village.

"Huh! The words are pretty, but unfortunately the poem is written in a mess, so there are no six words..."

Qin Wei really complained and went back halfway, because Du Qiu wrote another line of words below: On the beginning of winter in the year of Yihai, he recorded Li Bai's poem "The beginning of winter" and wishes Miss Dong Qiongyu a smooth work and a comfortable life.

"It's so good to write, thank you Mr. Du."
Chapter completed!