Tian Ping really had a skeptical attitude towards Ding Peng's words.

There is no way. I believe you ask me to follow you to get a million or more every year, but this ten million is a bit scary.

You should know that when the company was at its best, the turnover was almost that much.

But Zhao Fuqiang believed Ding Peng's words because he believed Ding Peng had this ability.

A guy who had never been in Dongling City before suddenly rose up in such a short time. Not only is it known to everyone in Dongling City, but it can be named all over the country and even the world. Such a person won't make you earn 10 million a year, even if you earn 100 million a year, I don't doubt it.

"Brother Tian, ​​congratulations on finding a big tree." Zhao Fuqiang said with a smile.

Tian Ping smiled and said, "Then I have to thank Mr. Ding for your good thanks. Come on, Mr. Ding, I wish you a cup."

Ding Peng smiled and said, "I don't drink, Brother Zhao knows this."

Zhao Fuqiang nodded and said, "Indeed, Brother Ding is really not interested in wine, so let him drink."

Not interested in wine?

After hearing what Zhao Fuqiang said, Ding Peng wanted to laugh so much. It was not that he was not interested in wine, but that he didn't want to drink it.

After a few people had a meal, they went directly to the relevant departments to complete the procedures.

This thing is a deal worth 100 million, and I dare not take it lightly.

However, Tian Ping is also a honest person. He directly told Ding Peng that the company owed about 10 million yuan, but he did not allow Ding Peng to pay it back, and the money was counted on his personal head.

This made Ding Peng’s impression of Tian Ping better than a little bit.

After the company's debt is resolved, everything else will be much easier to deal with.

Finally, when several people were registering for industrial and commercial changes at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, Ding Peng received a call from Ding Cailin.

She said that the award ceremony had ended and she would come back tomorrow, and told Sister Ding Peng that she would also come to Kyoto and wanted to go home together tomorrow.

As soon as he heard that Ding Manrou had gone to Kyoto, Ding Peng knew that Xuanxing Entertainment would definitely be over.

During this period, he was either writing novels or busy with Jin Ling's affairs. He also participated in Ding Ding's concert and had no time to pay attention to news about Xuanxing.

"Okay, you'll talk about it tomorrow."

Ding Peng said, hung up the phone, and after completing the procedures for transferring Yunsong Clothing, he also returned to the hospital.

As for the company, he asked Tian Ping to help take care of him first, and what to do in the future, and then talk about it after Ding Cailin comes back.

Tian Ping didn't expect that Ding Peng would hand it over to him with such a big stall so reassuringly. Wouldn't he be afraid of transferring some of the things himself?

After returning to the hospital, Ding Peng told Jin Ling about what happened today and said, "When you get well, I'll stop doing this stuff in the bar. After all, there are too many people, and they are all desperate guys. The consequences of a little conflict will be unimaginable."

Jin Ling smiled and said, "I'm really reluctant to let go. After all, I've been operating several bars for many years. Everything I have given to these bars. If I suddenly let it go, I feel empty in my heart."

"Then let's do less business, put down everything else, and leave only the Mushang Bar, just think it's just to find some work."

"What should I do if I lose money?"

"I'll support you, you know, even if you do nothing, I can support you."

"I spend a lot of money."

"Actually, I make money very fiercely."

“……”

Jin Ling finally accepted Ding Peng's suggestion and transferred all the other bars after they were done, leaving only the Mushang Bar in her hand. This doesn't matter how much money it makes, but it's mainly to find some work for herself and not be idle. At the same time, if Ding Manrou and the others want to relax after they come back, there is a place to go.

The next day, Ding Man and Ding Cailin came back together.

When Ding Manrou told the story at the award ceremony, Ding Peng just smiled and didn't take it seriously at all.

Peng Hao?

Who is Peng Hao?

Don't know.

Say I didn’t take the Contradictory Literature Award seriously?

Congratulations on getting right.

But so what?

Come and bite me!

So for such people who cannot leave any trace in their lives, Ding Peng doesn't like them, just jumping clowns. He thinks he is very powerful, so he just points to others. Why is his skin so thick?

"Oh, by the way, Dad, at the end of the ceremony, President Yang of the Writers Association gave me a letter and asked me to hand it over to you in person."

As he said that, Ding Manrou took out a cowhide envelope from his bag and handed it to Ding Peng.

Ding Peng was stunned and thought to himself that this is the age of time and still wrote a letter. Isn’t it enough to just call me?

After taking the envelope, Ding Peng was stunned for a moment because he pinched the envelope and felt that it seemed that it was not a letter paper, which was much harder than the letter paper.

"What's the matter?"

Muttering, Ding Peng opened the envelope and then pulled out a post from it.

There are several large black characters written on the post - an invitation letter from the China Writers Association.

After seeing these words, Ding Peng understood a little.

Ding Manrou's eyes lit up, and she said, "Dad, can the Writers Association want to invite you to join?"

“It’s possible.”

After Ding Peng opened the invitation letter, the content was indeed inviting himself to join the China Writers Association.

"Dad, you are so awesome. I heard from people that if you want to join the China Writers Association, you need to join the provincial and municipal Writers Association first, and then recommend them to join. There are not many people who personally sent an invitation letter to invite them to join, all of which are famous figures in the Chinese literary world." Ding Manrou smiled.

Ding Cailin hummed, "That's a must. Who is the one who writes novels in China now has the reputation of his father? It's even more impossible for someone to surpass his father after the Contradiction Literature Award. They must send an invitation."

After listening to Ding Man's soft and Ding Cailin's words, Jin Ling's eyes were also a little dazed.

She really didn't know anything about this before. After all, she had never attended any school, let alone the Huaxia Writers Association, which he had never even come into contact with the County Writers Association.

However, after reacting, I was very happy. After all, the better the man I like, the better my vision will be.

Just when the three women were very excited, who knew Ding Peng said: "Is there any benefit to joining the Writers Association?"

One question made Ding Manrou and the other three stunned.

None of them has joined the China Writers Association, who knows if there are any benefits?

Just when they didn't know how to answer, Yang Zhichao called.

After Ding Peng took it out and answered it, Yang Zhichao's first sentence was: "Mr. Ding, have you received the invitation letter from our China Writers Association?"

“I received it, the words are well written.”

“Uh~”

Yang Zhichao choked and said with a smile: "Is Guang's calligraphy good? Mr. Ding, on behalf of the China Writers Association, I sincerely invite you to join."

In Yang Zhichao's view, the China Writers Association is the top circle in the Chinese literary world. I don't know how many writers in China are trying to come in. Now that they personally sent an invitation letter to Ding Peng, Ding Peng should be very happy to join.

Who knows that Ding Peng’s answer is not that true at all.

"President Yang, are there any benefits to joining the China Writers Association?" Ding Peng asked slowly.

Yang Zhichao: "..."

This guy was speechless by Ding Peng's question. After a long time, he said: "Mr. Ding, you cannot have this kind of idea. Our Huaxia Writers Association is a group with a long history. We Chinese writers are proud to be able to join the Writers Association and be accepted by us. It means that they have been recognized on the road of literature, which is a supreme honor."

In Yang Zhichao's view, being recognized and accepted by the Writers Association is definitely the most honorable thing for a writer.

But he forgot that the other party was Ding Peng.

People don’t want to receive the Contradiction Literature Award in person. Do you talk to him about these untouchable honors? Isn’t that even more nonsense?

Sure enough, when he heard Yang Zhichao say this, Ding Peng sneered and said, "According to your words, I can't get any benefits? Then what's the point of joining me? Forget it."

"Ah? Don't let it go, Mr. Ding, you are the hottest writer in China and the top writer. This time, you won two books at the Contradiction Literature Award Ceremony. How can you leave the organization with such an outstanding talent?"

"What should I do if the organization doesn't give me any benefit? Do you play with it?"

"I......"

"Okay, I'm used to being free and don't want to join any group, so I'm sorry."

"Mr. Ding, you can't think so. It's wrong for you to think like this. No matter how outstanding a person is, he is still a person. The power of a person is definitely not as powerful as a group. In the Chinese literary world, no group can compare with the weight of the Chinese Writers Association."

"Well, but no writer in China can compare to me."

"I @#￥%"

After hearing Ding Peng's sudden words, Yang Zhichao almost bit off his tongue.

Damn, brother, how thick do you have to say such shameless words? No one can compare to you? Are you trying to say that no one can brag about you?

I admit that you are very awesome now, but don’t forget that there are people outside of others, there is heaven beyond the sky. Are you so confident that you are the best?

"Ahem, Mr. Ding is really good at joking."

"I don't. After I finish my work during this period, I will write two Nobel Prize-level novels to play with."
To be continued...