Joking aside, Liu Jun didn’t dare to forget the serious matter of Bai Mei’s father’s birthday. He asked about it on the phone and said: “Amei, to be serious, I’m still wearing your dad’s clothes. Last time you said your dad
It’s your birthday, when is it, and where will you celebrate it?”
Bai Mei giggled on the phone: "Ajun, you just remembered that my dad has a birthday at this time, so you have a conscience."
"Amei, I'm very busy right now. I had to practice driving a few days ago. I was also busy inspecting the market and doing business. I also had to write selection materials at night. I was so busy that I forgot to ask. Isn't it too late?"
"It's not too late. There are only a few days left. It's my dad's birthday during the National Day. He is the chief engineer of a railway project under construction in Shanghai for the Ministry of Railways. I am very busy in Taiwan during the National Day. I want to start an audition for the most beautiful police officer in the city.
I couldn’t take time off for publicity, so I bought a set of men’s clothing in advance to see if it would suit me, and then mailed it back to Shanghai.”
"Well, I originally wanted to go celebrate dad's birthday with you, but I had to give it up."
"Hehe, it's great if you have such a heart, Jun. I have already purchased the same set of Goldlion men's clothing and sent it directly to the Shanghai Railway Construction Site."
"No way, the same men's clothes?" Liu Jun's heart beat when he heard this. If he and Bai Mei meet his father-in-law together next time, wouldn't it be embarrassing if they wear matching clothes?
"Yeah, the same men's clothes, what's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I want to ask you, when is it convenient?"
"What, it's annoying. You are so evil. I will ignore you..."
Liu Jun and Bai Mei talked on the phone for a while, feeling indescribably comfortable in their hearts. When a girl says she hates it, it makes a man's bones weak. If Bai Mei is around, of course, when Bai Mei is convenient, Liu Jun will definitely do it a second time.
As in the legend of the hungry wolf, cats who have eaten fishy food will always remember the fishy smell.
"Ajun, Wu Neng is looking for you upstairs." Liu Jun was reminiscing beautifully about the blooming peonies on the white sheets in his home with blue sky, clear water and white plum blossoms, when Tian Xiuhua's sharp voice came from the hall.
What would happen if Wu Neng upstairs, who was ambitious and wanted to participate in the 17k National Literary League, came to him? Did he come to canvass for votes? By the way, I told Wu Neng last time, what was the name of Wu Neng's movie?
If "Joking About Wu Dalang" were to start, at least a thousand VIP tickets would be rewarded, and there are not many VIPs who pay only a dime a ticket. The work of a fellow countryman cannot but be rewarded.
Liu Jun immediately jumped up from the bed, and very excitedly stepped out of the small bedroom filled with cargo boxes. It would be good to have an Internet writer among his fellow villagers. From now on, he will be surrounded by materials, hot blood, ambiguity, sex, shopping malls and even sex scenes.
That's all at your fingertips.
"Ajun." Wu Neng, who was two heads shorter than Liu Jun and could not reach the height of the three-story cargo box, stood at the door of Liu Jun's bedroom with his head lowered obscenely. He was almost beaten by Liu Jun who stepped over the cargo box.
Knocked over.
"Wu Neng, has the novel been published? Have you signed a contract? How is the league ranking? Can you enter the top 100?" Liu Jun asked with concern, seemingly quite interested in the 17k literary league.
"I, I..." Wu Neng glanced at Liu Jun's bedroom, which was crowded with goods, and murmured not knowing how to speak.
"It's okay. I promised to vote for at least a thousand VIPs, and I'll give you some money tomorrow to help you. Let's go upstairs and have a look." Liu Jun didn't notice anything unusual about Wu Neng, and thought Wu Neng was embarrassed to get VIP votes.
When I started talking, no one could stand in the bedroom, so I had to go upstairs to talk.
Liu Jun was mainly a guest. After passing the room rented by Miss Huaerhong Leisure House on the second and third floors, Wu Neng followed Liu Jun upstairs.
When he arrived at the small attic on the roof of the third floor, Liu Jun was shocked. He saw that the attic was empty. There were two large plastic bags on the iron frame bed. Clothes, bedding and other daily necessities must have been rolled into the bags. It looked like they were going to
As for the move, the desktop computer that Wu Neng used for writing remained intact on the desk.
"Wu Neng, are you moving or something?" Liu Jun asked confused.
Wu Neng nodded, shook his head again, was stunned for a while, mustered up his courage, and said: "Fellow, can you lend me a thousand yuan? I will leave Jiangnan on the train at two o'clock in the evening. There is really no money here."
Relatives and friends, believe me, when I make money, I will pay you back twice as much."
"What's wrong? Fellow fellow, you don't write novels anymore? Tell me, what happened to you? I'll help you sort it out." Liu Jun entered the attic, Da Ma Jin Dao sat down on the iron frame bed, and patted Wu Neng.
The plastic bag containing all the things looks very domineering.
The first thing Liu Jun felt when he entered the attic was that Wu Neng seemed to have offended someone or broken the law and was trying to escape. He didn't say he would lend him a thousand yuan, or not.
It’s not a small amount for Liu Jun, who has no money at all. The agency fee of 100,000 yuan to register Lijun Company is still more than 10,000 yuan. He has to wait for the 20,000 yuan trade agency fee from Mr. Huang who wholesales Artemisia quinoa in the wholesale market to collect the 20,000 yuan trade agency fee.
There is a capital hole.
Wu Neng stood in front of Liu Jun. Wu Neng, who was two or three years older than Liu Jun, lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong and answered Liu Jun's question in a low voice: "Fellow, there is nothing wrong with you."
, maybe you misunderstood, look at my Wu Dalang figure, I can't beat anyone, I'm usually fine, I'll tolerate anything."
After Wu Neng said this, Liu Jun took a closer look at Wu Neng. He looked a bit like Wu Daliang in "Water Margin", with low eyebrows and an appearance that looked like a commoner who was unworthy of his parents.
"Fellow, please sit down and tell us what's going on."
Liu Jun stood up and pulled Wu Neng. Wu Neng took advantage of the situation and sat next to Liu Jun. He didn't dare to look at Liu Jun and said timidly: "I'll tell you, fellow man, at first, I was really enthusiastic.
After the league published the article, I wanted to see if any of the instructors would like it, so I came up with a title for the book, "Joking about Wu Daliang". It's about time-traveling, and I update 10,000 words a day, so I'm willing to go all out."
Liu Jun nodded: "Okay, where is the time-traveling fire? What happened next?"
Wu Neng sighed: "Well, it was a little popular at first, but then there were a few bugs in the article. As a result, it was criticized for too many things. I couldn't finish writing it after a week. I feel like a eunuch."
When Liu Jun heard this, he became interested and said: "Tell me, what kind of bugs will prevent you from writing? Nowadays, online readers are quite tolerant, such as those typos, very pornographic and violent text, the preface is not
Kind-hearted readers will help you point out any postscript, or a few serious grammatical errors. If you don’t point it out, other readers won’t think it’s a big deal. As long as the story can be told generally and the plot is relatively smooth.”
Wu Neng raised his head and looked at Liu Jun with wide eyes, and said: "Fellow, it seems that you are a hardcore reader, so I am used to it. But I am writing a historical time travel article, and the readers are not good at it. I am in the article.
It tells about the main character being beaten to death in a group fight and time traveling directly to Wu Dalang who was selling sesame cakes on the street in the Song Dynasty. There are a few big bugs at the beginning. It tells about Wu Dalang selling sesame cakes and paying with broken silver. He then returned home carrying a burden and saw his beauty.
The flowery Pan Jinlian called my wife, "I'm back," but the readers scolded her to death."
"Haha, fellow Wu Neng, you are really serious. You abuse the protagonist at the beginning, and the readers have no sense of involvement. Also, can you use money to buy a sesame cake? Not to mention before the Tang and Song Dynasties, even in the Qing Dynasty, it was very difficult to use money.
It is used by wealthy people. Most of the people who buy sesame cakes on the street to satisfy their hunger are ordinary people. If you have a few copper coins or iron coins, they are considered good. Where can you get the broken silver?"
Liu Jun said, and then added: "Also, fellow fellow, you don't look up the information. You can call Pan Jinlian your wife. At that time, the husband called his wife but not his wife. If you want me, I will call you, 'Mother,'"
Officer, I'm back. All 100 cooking cakes have been sold out. The task is completed. All the copper coins are handed over to the lady. I'm so proud of you tonight."
The image of Wu Dalang, who is wretched during the day and majestic at night, emerges vividly on the page, as well as the bedmate agreement between Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian can also arouse the readers' curiosity, isn't it? This is a surefire way to write."
Liu Jun was amused by what he said, and Wu Neng was also amused, "Fellow, you know so much. Later I checked the information, and it was indeed what you said. You can't write time-travel stories randomly. We have never lived in the Song Dynasty.
, I am not a historian, and if I just write it randomly, it will definitely cause endless harm, so I will just become a eunuch."
"Okay, fellow, you have a lot of literary responsibility. If you don't want to write about time travel, you won't write about it. I have read Jiangnan Qiangzi's time travel novel "Rebirth of the Three Kingdoms, I Make the Call" online. You have a lot of literary responsibility. The protagonist is a special soldier who travels through time with high strength
After coming to the body of the sick young master Liu Qi, he changed dynasties all the way. The customs and customs of the Three Kingdoms can basically withstand scrutiny. Unfortunately, the article is not long, hundreds of thousands of words, and it was finished a little early, leaving a lot of suspense.
, many readers feel regretful. Let’s not talk about anything else. By the way, what were you talking about just now? Where are you going on the two o’clock train in the evening? Are you going back to your hometown or going out to work? Have you found anything?”
Liu Jun was chatting and joking for a while, then saw Wu Neng showing a smile and immediately looking worried again, so he asked with concern.
"Fellow, it's like this. I've been thinking about it for a long time. In an era when writers are great, it's hard to be famous without two brushes. I think I'm still not suitable for writing. I'm a miserable writer. By chance, I was
I saw online that Hengdian Film and Television City was recruiting extras. I have a special figure like mine, and I think it could be used in many studios. If I can land the role of Wu Dalang, I might become an instant hit."
"Oh, are you going to Hengdian, Zhejiang?" Liu Jun looked at the short Wu Neng again, but he couldn't tell that Wu Neng was still a man with ideas and dreams.
"Yes, I have already negotiated with the producer on the video. There are several scripts with small characters like me, and the appearance fee is very low. Some are dead right after they appear, and some are used as the protagonist's punching bag. Anyway, they are minor supporting roles.
I thought if I acted more, I might become famous. I had already bought the tickets and didn’t have much money on me, so I wanted to borrow a thousand yuan from fellow villagers for travel expenses. I assembled this computer with 4g of memory and 480g of hard drive capacity.
It’s very useful, so I can just deposit it with you and you won’t have to pay me back the whole thing with interest, okay?”
"What kind of computer are you betting on? It's only a thousand yuan. No problem. I'll let Ali give it to you later. However, I have to say a few words, fellow countryman, if you have any ideas, it's fine. When I failed the college entrance examination, I came from the countryside.
You only want to come to the city, and now you only want to be an actor. This is not a bad thing. I wish you success. I can lend you the money, and you don’t need to keep the computer. You have to take it with you so that you can use it in the future.
"
Liu Jun suddenly felt very touched. Young people always have dreams. Wu Neng is the same as him. Those who have dreams cannot afford to hurt them. If you have to help, you can help. Don’t think too much. Liu Jun patted Wu Neng’s shoulder.
Without saying anything, he walked to the attic door and shouted downstairs, "Ali, Ali, come up to the attic."