3.60          Soap

Xian Haixing smiled bitterly and said, "But when they need investment," he said, and couldn't help but shake his head. Seeing that they were like this, he didn't care about so much. Then he laughed and said, "Those all said they had no money." As he said, he saw Wu Bi chattering and thought to himself, "I'm not going to be in the soap opera mode. Didn't "Dream of Red Mansions" have very difficult years? To be honest, what's wrong? Of course I know the things here."

Seeing him so persistent, Wu Bi Po smiled and said, "Master Xian, why not make your own work repeatedly and repeatedly create a novel of millions of words." As he said that, Brother Zhang nodded in praise of him, he thought to himself, "I understand what you mean. However, even soap operas require support. With soap operas, there will always be fine works. It's like our table tennis, everyone can do it, so that we have a unique overlord status in the world. But I don't want to be this sucker." Thinking, I looked at the distance thoughtfully.

Xian Haixing smiled bitterly and said, "It's so difficult!"

Wu Bi smiled and said, "Don't ask for any fine or fine products first." Zhang Yi Ge asked with a smile, "Student Wu, do you want someone to produce soap opera?" As he asked, he couldn't help but raise his cigarette and smoke slowly, thinking to himself, "What do you mean? You're stinging outside?"

“Are there still few soap operas today?”

“I’m speechless.”

Seeing that Zhang Yi Ge said this, Wu Bi smiled and said, "For such a soap opera, one more is not much, and one less is not little." As he said, he hummed and continued to laugh, "Maybe you can open up a new world in others!" As he said, he saw him withdraw his smile, he thought to himself, "You either leave. If you don't leave, be with him, others will be

I must have thought you had the opportunity to give it to him! Isn’t this annoying? Merchants should speak to people.”

After waiting for a while, Xian Haixing sighed helplessly and said, "Then you have to live a life of isolation from the world." As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Bipo smiled and said, "As an old saying, if you don't die, there will always be a day when you can stand out." As he said that, he raised the cigarette and smoked slowly.

"oh."

Seeing Brother Zhang looking at him, Xian Haixing smiled bitterly and said, "This time will take at least half a year." As he said, he couldn't help but shake his head. Wu Bi smiled and said, "This is a piece of cake." Xian Haixing shook his head and said, "But, I have elderly parents on top and two children with schoolbags under him." As he said that, he saw that they all shook his head, and then said, "These food and drinks are enough for me to drink a pot." He said this, and withdrew his smile and smoked.

"How can that person?"

Xian Haixing said: "If I was young, the whole family would not have hungry for this matter." As he said that, he couldn't help but sighed, waited for a while, and then said, "Now, it's very difficult for me!" As he said that, he couldn't help but hum and thought to himself, "You don't understand these things, so don't ask more questions."

At this moment, Brother Zhang looked quietly in the distance and thought to himself: "It is difficult for me to help someone at will. I am not very familiar with him. It is hard to say whether what he said is true or not. The leader is a fucking leader! An upset leader!" Thinking of it, he couldn't help but shake his head, and then thought to himself, "I don't have the energy to implement these one by one."

"Student Zhang, please help me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Brother Zhang couldn't help but hum, looked coldly into the distance, and quietly spit out smoke, thinking: "You speak lightly! Drink rice soup! Help others, you should help the right people; otherwise, it's the reappearance of the farmer and the snake! Besides, this is not something you need to spend money anyway." Thinking of it, he couldn't help but shake his head.

However, Wu Bipo was a little interested in Zhang Yi Ge's plan. He patted Xian Haixing a few times on the left shoulder and asked with a smile: "Writer Xian, what novels do you have now?" Asked, seeing him being confused, he continued to ask with a smile, "Can you let me read it?" As he asked, looking at him quietly.

At this time, they didn't know what Xian Haixing felt.

After waiting for a while, seeing Xian Haixing being indifferent, Brother Zhang opened his phone and handed it to Wu Bipo, thinking to himself: "This Wu Bipo is such a strange person! When will you grow up?" Thinking of it, he couldn't help but yawn.

So, Wu Bipota began to read seriously.

"Mr. Wu, I recently won the grand prize."

Xian Haixing nodded slightly and said, "Yes." As he said that, he took out a few small notebooks from his bag and handed them to him, thinking to himself, "There are two people who can invest in me. You can treat it as a living horse. Anyway, I will just regard it as a sales act." Thinking of it, he shrugged.

"certainly."

"Congratulations to Mr. Wu."

"I'm drizzling."

Brother Zhang smiled and said, "Don't talk nonsense." As he said that, he withdrew his smile and lowered his head a little. He saw that the book was written in a dense manner and thought to himself: "Now, I basically don't read other books except classic professional books." Thinking of it, I couldn't help but sigh.

Yes. Besides, Brother Zhang has already seen his writing style. He doesn’t like to comment on the specifics and always likes to go to Mr. Quan’s online space to see. However, there is one thing that Brother Zhang is certain: His writing style of Xian Haixing must not be as good as that of the famous historical masters.

So, at this time, Brother Zhang Yi was very conflicted about this matter and couldn't help but think in his mind: "After all, the network behind this is really hard to explain. Therefore, many talented college students lack the understanding of the logic behind venture capital, and it is a waste of money!" Thinking of it, he slowly smoked and vomited, and then thought to himself, "After all, he Xian Haixing was introduced by his leader." Thinking of it, he stretched his eyebrows slightly.

At this time, Brother Zhang had to take care of Xian Haixing's face issue, so he took a look at it casually again, thinking to himself: "Your Wu Bipo is really not successful enough, but you have enough trouble. Otherwise, this matter would not be so troublesome. Before, if you were not like that, I completely pretended that I hadn't heard it, and maybe I had escaped this disaster."

Later one night, I learned about this and replied: "You are such a stingy guy. You have read so many articles from me and don't even know how rewards you are. It's really meaningless." He sent a chuckle and wrote: "What you want is advertising value." What else can I say about his self-deprecating self-deprecating? Anyway, he has all the bad qualities such as self-righteousness, stinginess, shrewdness, and shirk responsibility as a boss in the world.

After waiting for a while, Brother Zhang frowned and said, "The writing style is very fluent, but the words are too small." As he said that, he deliberately opened his eyes and showed seriousness.

Xian Haixing was a little embarrassed and said, "I can't write well." Brother Zhang said, "No." As he said that, he looked into the distance with a smile, as if he felt that the clouds on his head were on his head, which made him unable to keep them.

In fact, he could not fully understand that wealth actually needed to flow to produce a wealth multiplier. Originally, he had known these in the monetary and banking studies, but this situation had only numbed his mind.

"This word is already a word I can write."

"I, Wu Bi, think this word is OK."

"I use my spare time to write these things." As he said that, touching his head embarrassedly, Xian Haixing continued to laugh, "I'll ask Mr. Zhang, Mr. Wu, don't laugh at me."

Naturally, Brother Zhang shook his head and asked with a smile, "Where did I mean this?" As he said, he flipped through the notebook, and then asked with a smile, "How dare I?" As he asked, he looked absent-mindedly and thought to himself, "I pay attention to the classics of famous artists. As for the current things, I don't care. But who can explain it clearly now in popular culture?" Thinking of it, he looked quietly in the distance, slightly smoking with a cigarette.

Wu Bi smiled and said, "Classic things are not easy to buy." As he said that, he flipped his phone and continued to laugh, "There are many rich people among the best-selling writers."

Brother Zhang said, "Yes." As he said that, he frowned slightly, withdrew his gaze and thought to himself, "Mr. Quan is good at writing. However, not many people give him rewards, so you can see the name here. This hateful interest transfer mechanism."

"Well said."

Brother Zhang let them talk and talk. As he looked through his cell phone, he saw the bird-feather leader's text message. He couldn't help but shake his head and thought to himself: "Hey! I am the leader, I am the fish!" Thinking of it, he sighed to the distance, quietly looking at the white clouds in the sky, as if he felt that his personal power was too small, and then he thought to himself, "Maybe this person became famous on a certain day in a certain year and a month. It was hard to say that Luoyang paper was expensive at that time. This person became a hot person, wouldn't I fainted by then? I won't shoot myself in the foot!" Thinking of it, he smiled slightly, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Obviously, this is a helpless strategy for self-comfort.

After waiting for a while, Brother Zhang raised his foot and walked forward, and they followed.

Not long after, several people walked into the pavilion and carefully read the articles of the writer Xian.

When they just sat down, strong winds blew outside, lightning and thunder, and two or three rains fell in obliquely.

Brother Zhang saw Xian Xinghai wearing thin clothes and couldn't help but frown.

At this moment, his clothes were soaked all of a sudden.

So, Brother Zhang quickly took off his coat and put it on his shoulders, thinking: "This moderate human touch is still necessary. In this way, even if there is a negative effect, it will be reduced to the minimum."

(End of this chapter)
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