Lu Jian pondered for a moment and discovered an amazing fact: "Did Brother Kun say I'm stupid?"

"You are not stupid. How can you give up your IP rights so easily? You can talk about many conditions, delay and finally reward them with this big gift. If I talk, don't have IP, you can get much higher just by dividing the account."

"Hey, I should have suffered this. After all, I have never been a director and I have to use my own people. Meiling is so happy. As long as I guarantee my power, I will make less money."

"It's also good. Don't explain to shareholders and partners, you have the final say." Lu Kun laughed at himself, "I don't know now whether I'm doing things for myself or working hard for money."

"I'm so serious, I don't know what I'm busy with all day long." Lu Jian said with a silly smile.

"Okay, OK, I'm going to say something ugly in front of me." Lu Kun returned to seriousness, "I'm just a referee, and I'll have nothing to do with me here. You can ask me for help in the future, but I won't participate directly in this matter and will not be responsible. You can keep your mind at your own expense. It's not good to be too smooth."

"Sure, how can I waste your time?"

Lu Kun followed and looked at the face: "The Female Killer is about to be finished, I have to go over and show my face."

"So fast?"

"How can the heroine be in the group 24 hours a day? If it were Qing Xiaofei or something, it was all the dragon who saw her head but didn't see her tail, and she came to the crew to be happy like the emperor." Lu Kun patted the driver's backrest, "Where to go, I'll give you it first."

"Just the vegetable market on the street next to it."

"Vegetable market? Are you in the mood to cook by yourself?"

"Just wander around." Lu Jian didn't want to announce the story of Zhen Zhen selling vegetables to the public, otherwise it would change its flavor.

"I don't understand you musicians anymore, can you still go to the vegetable market to find inspiration?"

...

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it was the most lively time of the vegetable market. Lu Jian rubbed his hands and walked towards Zhen Zhen's stall, curious about what would happen.

He froze as he walked.

The first thing that scared him was the packaging of the stall.

Compared with the atmosphere of the entire vegetable market, it is very inconsistent here. Several cat mascots and decorative boards stand here, like the "Japanese campus festival" that does not exist, and like a booth in chinajoy. The vegetables are placed neatly and unreasonably on the booth. There are cartoon price tags in front, and there are boards with cartoon fonts hanging on the table.

【It is already the cheapest, no bargaining price＞＜!】

If you can accept these settings, there will be horrible things to go a step further.

The bloated woman with a cute apron on the stall must not be Zhen Zhen!

Slightly pothole-shaped skin, drooping bags of eyes, few eyebrows, ugly teeth, and flat jaws.

Even my figure has become swollen, including pink rubber rain boots, rubber gloves, and I don’t know how many layers of clothes I wear.

It's not that ugly, but this is what a vegetable seller looks like.

This magical makeup technique is a waste to use when buying groceries.

Passersby took the initiative to keep a distance from this stall, and occasionally someone came forward to buy vegetables, but they didn't dare to look at Zhen Zhen's face. There was no business here, but they always felt that it was a little worse than before.

Lu Jian didn't rush to go there, but just observed from a distance.

This fake Zhen Zhen stood in front of the stall, bowed to everyone passing by, and asked them to come and have a look at the food. However, most people are not used to this overly high-quality service. Occasionally, men or young people are attracted, and when they see Zhen Zhen's face clearly, their thoughts will be instantly wiped out.

But there are always warriors who don’t look at the appearance, but only look at the price tag.

An aunt came forward with a basket of vegetables, glanced at Zhen Zhen, and didn't care at all, and grabbed a rapeseed: "The leaves are a little rotten."

"Ah? Is that?" Zhen Zhen was a little confused about how to deal with it, "Auntie is the same as the one next to her?"

"Hey! Don't call me aunt, I don't think you are young either." The aunt's expression was not very good, and she flipped over again, "Your food is not good."

"No..."

“How many potatoes are sold?”

"Here... sister, it's written on it, nine hundred thousand per pound."

"You are at most seven cents, I'll choose three..."

"Sister... We are just a bargain, and we don't make money without losing money. We are definitely the cheapest on the market."

"But your food is rotten." The aunt waved, "Look, other people's houses have sold a lot, and you are still full of them. Do you think I don't understand?"

“…”

"Qimao, will you sell it?" the aunt asked urged.

"No, we are absolutely honest here, and the price is the price."

"Hmph." The aunt immediately grabbed four or five bags, picked three and put them in one of them, handed them to Zhen Zhen, stuffed another stack of bags into her pocket, "smeared Zero."

"Let me see how many." Zhen Zhen was very skillful in operating the electronic scale and put potatoes on it, "Two pounds, two pounds, two pounds, seven cents, then two pounds."

The aunt paid and left. Zhen Zhen barely started a business, but including the zero and n plastic bags, I don’t know if it’s profit or loss.

Lu Jian was about to come forward to greet him, but he saw a bald security guard standing in front of the stall in anger: "What's wrong with you? Are you doing business?"

"What's wrong with Brother Cheng?"

"I won't talk about this arrangement." The security guard raised his hand and picked up a price tag and threw it away. "A market is doing business at the same price. Are you afraid of being beaten when you have a low price?"

Zhen Zhen quickly picked up the carefully drawn cute price tag: "This is the recognized price, Brother Cheng."

"Who recognizes it?" the security guard glared, "I tell you, I'm stopping you now. If you don't have me, you've been beaten long ago? You're so clear about the price, what else can you do? You can't sell more cents."

"No, Brother Cheng... You can't just open a high price just because young people don't understand." Zhen Zhen tried hard to defend herself, "Is it wrong to operate honestly?"

"I won't talk nonsense to you. I'll go there, I'll go there." Brother Cheng waved his arm and knocked down several more price tags, then pointed at Zhen Zhen and said, "Now someone has reported to me that I'll let me take care of it. If you don't change it, they ask someone to smash your stall, so I can't control it."

The security guard left arrogantly and walked to the stall not far away to tease the little girl. The little girl seemed to look at Zhen Zhen intentionally or unintentionally, and smiled proudly from time to time.

Zhen Zhen gritted her teeth, leaned over and picked up the price tag, and took a deep breath.

The pain can be carried by others, and the embarrassing thing can be carried by others. The most difficult thing is grievance.

I'm wrong if I don't cheat people, I'm just a small price?

Dress up the stalls well and clearly mark the prices. Am I wrong?

Below this grievance, there is a deeper self-doubt. In addition to the changes in the appearance of the stall, compared with yesterday, the most powerful one is undoubtedly this face, which seems to indicate a more tormenting negation.

Zhen Zhen, you are useless except for your face.

Take a deep breath... Take a deep breath...

Zhen Zhen does not allow herself to fall into this kind of self-denial now.

Every time this happens, she will think of her father's smile, which is what encourages her the most

Good girl, you can’t cry, you want to be glorious.

Can't cry.

Zhen Zhen clenched her fist, picked up the price tag, re-coded it on the stall, turned around and wiped her eyes, and continued to bow to everyone passing by.

Lu Jian, who was observing in secret, clenched his fists unconsciously.

I'm really fucking cruel...

When the security guard bullied people, he wanted to rush up more than once, but he held it back again and again.

If you come forward, all this will be meaningless. It will be just a show and you will never be able to make up for the life that Zhen Zhen lacks.

Art, art, art.

It's not as easy as shouting out.

Nothing as cheap as dreams.

The expression of details comes from the painful experience.

The juice of life begins with the compression of the soul.

And what we have to do is absorb all this and transform it into something beautiful or dark, joyful or ironic, and convey it to those who like it.

Sorry, Zhen Zhen, I asked you so much.
Chapter completed!