Chapter 42 The Spiritual Pillar

The beautiful reporter, who was used to being superior, was suddenly embarrassed.

Wu Tao pointed out his identity as the number one scholar in the high school entrance examination, not to show off in front of the opponent, but a counterattack that went straight to the point.

As a journalist, if you don't even know the identity of the interviewee, what is the professionalism at all?

Putting his hands in his pockets, Wu Tao noticed the name on the other party's badge, intern reporter: Yan Fei.

In fact, Yan Fei was not very interested in going to the countryside for interviews.

As a journalist, who doesn't want to make big news? Influential, eye-catching, and deeply controversial, as long as they occupy one, their worth can increase.

For Yan Fei, who just graduated as an intern, this is utilitarian and realistic.

As for going to the countryside for interviews, it’s nothing more than trivial and complicated things about parents’ slander, getting rich and building roads, and it’s not newsy at all.

But who would have thought that when he first arrived in the countryside, he would meet an opponent! And the other party turned out to be only a half-year-old middle school student.

Yan Fei puffed out her chest subconsciously, hum, how can Miss Ben be looked down upon by a brat like you.

So he smiled sweetly, like a hundred flowers blooming, "I'm sorry, Wu Tao, this is our mistake, please forgive me."

After saying that, he looked at Wu Tao resentfully, the meaning was self-evident: 'I am a woman, I apologize, what else can you do besides forgive me? '

However, Wu Tao didn't respond. To be precise, he fell into deep thought.

The name Yan Fei reminded him of a variety show host from Provincial Taiwan in his previous life. It's just that the man's starlight is shining, and he doesn't match up with the chick in front of him at all.

Patiently looked at it again, and finally found a clue from the eyebrows.

"You are Yan Fei?"

Yan Fei could hear the familiarity in the tone: "You know me?"

Wu Tao came back to his senses and shook his head: "I don't know."

Yan Fei couldn't help being angry, the suspenders under the neckline were heaving and wheezing uncontrollably, "So can I accept the interview?"

Wu Tao shrugged, "Anytime."

"Should you change your clothes?" Yan Fei glanced at his clothes professionally, T-shirt, shorts, hairy calves and dragging sandals.

Soil, the dregs of the soil, I can't bear it!

"Isn't this in line with your expectations? An image of a farmer who has made a fortune."

"You!" Yan Fei held her breath in her chest, unable to get up or down.

Until someone said something fair: "Tao, you can change your clothes, didn't I just buy you a new one?"

An Rong came to make a rescue, Wu Tao naturally had to give her face, so he left without saying a word.

"Are you his girlfriend?"

"Forget it, right!" An Rong bit her lower lip tightly and said courageously. The woman in front of her made her subconsciously wary.

Yan Fei's arrogance suddenly subsided, and she couldn't tell that that unremarkable boy actually had such a beautiful girlfriend.

After a while, Yan Fei took the photographer with him, found a good viewing angle in the vineyard in front of the door, and started the interview.

"Can you tell us about the origin and motivation of the idea for this farmhouse?"

"The idea is very simple, just to sell the grapes at home."

"But it's okay to sell it on the market. Why did you think of this way?"

"My grapes are big and sweet, and the quality is so good. They can't be sold at a good price in the market, so I can only think of other ways."

Yan Fei pursed her lips, feeling that this answer was a little outrageous, and it had nothing to do with the rural prosperity and well-off plan, and it didn't meet expectations. So I informed the photographer to pause, and then started to communicate, can you say something like this...

In fact, it's not that Wu Tao can't speak, but that he did it on purpose.

If the other party had come a few days earlier, when the increase in passenger traffic was still unclear, he might have worked hard to cooperate and promote it by the way.

But now, the passenger flow is stable at more than 200, and it is slowly rising.

So no matter what he said, as long as it was on the news, the advertising effect would be enough.

On the other hand, he didn't want to describe the farmhouse music too attractively, lest the whole city and rural areas rush to follow suit. At that time, a lot of people will definitely die and lose a lot of money. After all, the size of the farmhouse market is very limited these days.

Listening to the melodious voice of the famous host in the future and sniffing the body fragrance of the other party, Wu Tao nodded frequently. It is not a big deal to say this, and it will not cause excessive publicity.

So the interview continued.

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"Why do you think the farmhouse attracts so many guests?"

"I think this is the people who live in the city. They have longed for the pastoral life for a long time, a kind of physical and mental return. Tao Yuanming, a poet of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, once said, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely. I think each of us has a deep heart. Such a beautiful expectation. In addition, my family’s vineyards are professionally managed by my parents, and such beautiful vineyards are rarely seen in rural areas.”

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Yan Fei, she was so confident!

Yan Fei raised her beautiful eyes. This answer was not inspired by her, but it was a good answer.

At the end of the interview, Wu Tao took the photographer with him and exchanged scene-picking skills. For his own vineyard, he knows best which angle to shoot from to achieve the best results.

If you take a beautiful picture of the vineyard and show it on the news, it will be a free advertisement. Naturally, there will be refreshments.

The uncle photographer followed his instructions and quickly completed the task.

After seeing off the reporter and returning to the drink stand, he found that Heidan was always looking at home absent-mindedly.

Touching the principles of economics, he slapped him casually and said, "Work hard, don't be distracted!"

Heidan turned his head, with tears in his eyes silently, and continued to open the soda without saying a word. But Wu Jiang couldn't stand it any longer, and said, "Brother, Aunt Hua came back just now, she seemed to be crying..."

Wu Tao looked at Heidan again, isn't it, mother and child are connected! Even the black egg cried.

Aunt Hua came back and went straight home, but didn't go into the vineyard to work, there must be something wrong here.

So he put down the book, gently rubbed Heidan's hair and said, "I'll go and have a look, don't worry, I'm fine."

Pushing open the courtyard door, Wu Tao called Aunt Hua twice, but no one answered. Except for the sound of chickens and ducks, and Dahei's panting, there was no human voice in the yard.

Since the opening of the vineyard, Dahei has been locked at Aunt Hua's house so as not to frighten the guests and cause bad influence.

Suddenly, Wu Tao's heart tightened: 'Aunt Hua will not encounter anything, can't she think about it? '

With this in mind, he rushed into the main room in three steps and then turned into the bedroom. Aunt Hua was holding Heidan's father's photo, weeping silently on the bedside.

It's okay! Wu Tao let out a long breath: "Aunt Hua, did Director Ma of the guest house make things difficult for you, or did he take advantage of you? Tell us, and we will back you up."

These words sound harsh, but in Aunt Hua's eyes she can't escape being childish.

With a chuckle, Aunt Hua wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "Actually, it's nothing, it's just that bastard Ma Guochao deducted half a year's salary from me..."

This loss is actually not a big deal to the current Aunt Hua. It's just because there is no man in the family and lack of spiritual support. Whenever a little wronged, it will be infinitely magnified.

"I'll settle this matter for you! Before long, that bastard will kneel in front of you and confess!"

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