Chu Qing was just joking, but he didn't care what others said about him. If he did, he wouldn't be here today.
Opening the small box, he took out sheets of paper filled with "outline".
"In a few words, I will tell you the structure of the story, and then you will rehearse and rehearse as soon as possible, and then go on tour to various camps."
"May I ask your lord, this tour is..."
"It's just acting. The same drama is performed in different camps."
Zhang Chao hurriedly leaned over to take the paper, lowered his head and scanned it, looking at the crooked words at a glance, feeling a little confused.
"Crawly, rather sloppy, very sloppy." Chu Qing pretended to be serious: "For people with no cultural background like you, it seems a bit laborious. Go back and read it slowly."
"My lord's handwriting, as expected...as expected...as expected, as expected, it is quite crude."
Chu Qing said happily: "The border troops don't like those who love their children. Let's go straight to the hard food. The first thing to rehearse is, yes, the story that the swordsman Liang Shanbo and the devil Juliet have to tell - the Snow Mountain Villa murder incident."
Zhang Chao was even more confused. This was the first time he heard this story.
Chu Qing stretched out his head and took a look: "Yes, there is also my favorite, "The Border Army's Crazy Young Boy's Sadomasochism for Twenty Years: Will You Still Love Me After I'm Pregnant with Triplets?", which is divided into two chapters.
It’s the first half of the episode.”
Zhang Chao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked up at Chu Qing, his head full of questions: "Sir, this first episode has never been heard of by me, but this second episode is..."
""Yes, I will love you even if you are a DJ"."
"Brother...brother what?"
"Dj, De Yi d, I know, it's quite a burning story, Bibo burning, it's just... forget it, you can go back and read it yourself, I made it up randomly on the way here... I racked my brains to write it out,
You go back and read it, and if you don’t understand anything, come back and ask me.”
Fu San joked: "Master, I still like the one you mentioned on the road. It's the one you said was particularly burning."
"Oh, you want to talk about the most brain-burning story, right? If you are willing to watch it, let them act it."
Chu Qing walked over, rummaged through the pile of papers in Zhang Chao's hand, and finally pulled out three pieces of paper.
"That's it, but the outline is a bit sketchy. If you tell him, it's like trying to make up for the word count."
"I heard you say it last time, but I didn't understand it. It was called... called Lei..."
"Thunderstorm." Chu Qing returned the paper to Zhang Chao: "My third brother wants to read this. After you go back, hurry up and rehearse it. See if you don't understand anything, and ask now."
Zhang Chao looked down and finally showed a relieved expression.
It’s not that I don’t understand anything, it’s that I can’t understand a single word.
"I'm asking you something. I don't understand anything." Chu Qing squinted his eyes and asked, "No, you can't read, right?"
"Little literacy."
"Then Nian Nian, don't try to fool me. I have read a book."
Fu San: "That's right, my young master is very knowledgeable and talented, I'll vouch for that!"
Zhang Chao looked at the first edition of "Thunderstorm" and muttered: "I...I have a bad fate. My mother-in-law and I were...married for the second time. She had a charming son who was attracted by my mother, so I
My mother married his son, so my mother became my daughter-in-law, and my son became my stepfather. I call my mother mother, but my mother has to call me father-in-law, and my son calls me father, but
I had to call him eldest father, but I had to call my mother-in-law grandma, because he was my stepfather’s mother. Who knew that a few years later, my son would be my stepfather, and he gave birth to a daughter.
As my half-sister, he has to call me brother, but he also has to call me... grandpa?"
Zhang Chao grinned and looked up at Chu Qing, his brain in a state of panic.
"Look at what I'm doing, keep reading, this story is going to burn your head."
"Oh, okay, you should call me grandpa, because she is also my granddaughter. Not long ago, I gave birth to a son with my mother-in-law, my grandma. He is my stepfather's brother, so I am his nephew. I have to
Discipline his uncle, he is my son, and he has to call me daddy, and I am my mother-in-law’s husband, she is my grandma, and I am my grandma’s grandson. In other words, I am my grandma’s husband, and at the same time, I am my grandma’s husband.
My own grandson, this is me. My unfortunate fate has made me lose my way, and I am addicted to this unlucky generation and cannot help myself..."
Fu San looked at Chu Qing with a look of admiration on his face: "It's really a burning head. Who else but you, Master, can come up with this masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation."
Chu Qing laughed heartily and was extremely proud.
Don't talk about you, third brother, I don't even understand it myself.
Zhang Chao lowered his head again, with light in his eyes.
He felt that he had encountered the biggest challenge in his career. The male protagonist's life experience was enough for him to deal with for a month.
Standing up and saluting again, Zhang Chao asked respectfully: "A young master named Chang Erye has found a place for us in the southern suburbs of the city. We can read Master Chu's plays tonight. I don't know what else Master Chu has."
It can be ordered."
"Well, you are not allowed to ask for tickets after the performance, and you are not allowed to scold the audience, and..."
Chu Qing paused and realized that he was thinking too much. Acting is not writing novels, so there are so many nonsense.
Sighing slightly, Chu Qing patted Zhang Chao on the shoulder: "Just act how you want to act. It's a good profession, better than writing Internet novels about street fights."
Zhang Chao left, and Fu San asked curiously: "Master, what do you mean by the online novel about Pujie?"
"Whatever you say, you can't get involved in this business. Whoever gets involved will be in trouble."
"Why."
"There are birds everywhere in the woods." Chu Qing sat on a stool and began to complain: "I have a friend who you don't know. You were in the border army at that time and I was in my hometown. My friend wrote novels.
, just writing stories, he encounters many strange people, and he wants to punch them in the face."
Fu San nodded: "Why?"
Although Fu San didn't understand, he didn't ask, but for people, even if he didn't understand his young master, he still had to ask.
"Someone who can't count reads seven or eight chapters a day. He insists on saying it's five chapters. What kind of novel is he reading? Go to the second grade of elementary school to review addition and subtraction. Goldfish is the best in front of him.
A strong brain contestant.”
Fu San was convinced and nodded. He didn't understand, but it didn't stop him from nodding.
"I also held a few tickets in my hand, feeling like I was holding the author's land deed. He also said that it depends on the author's performance. If he performs well, he will give a chapter or two depending on his mood. Can it buy a house or a car? In the end, it can buy a house or a car.
The main thing is that he is not joking, he really thinks so, just like the teacher giving a little red flower to a primary school student, to see how you perform, to see how you perform, and to feel that he has control of your destiny and that he dominates you.
He has the power of life and death, he is really mentally ill, no one cares about him."
Chu Qing became more and more angry as he spoke: "There is something even weirder. Man Na left a message urging other readers not to submit. They said they would give it at the end of the month based on performance. Giving it at the end of the month is useless. You should give it to another author at the beginning of the month. Don't be a good person.
, you should be a human being, if you don’t vote for it yourself, don’t vote for it, and don’t ask others to vote for it. You think you are very humorous, right? No one is forcing you. Reading is just a matter of kindness. My friend is grateful, but where are you?
Disgusting people are going too far, okay, third brother, let me tell you, you can’t ask for votes when writing this stuff. Once you ask for votes, some bird people will feel that you owe them something, as if you are taking advantage of them, so just say
Isn’t that annoying?”
Fu San, who still didn't understand, nodded repeatedly: "It's so damn irritating!"
"Actually, these are all bearable. Being misunderstood is the fate of the expresser, but those who feel that someone owes him something every day make you have to make him laugh every day, and you must make him laugh every day with what you write.
If he can't be amused, he will be anxious and angry, thinking that it is a waste of his WiFi signal or mobile phone battery. Others are joking, except for some beautiful people who seriously put on a condescending face and are sick.
There are no less updates, more updates than anyone else, and then I scold you for being too troublesome. That’s a real scold, not a joke. It’s a particularly disgusting scold. Who is used to your bad habits? You can’t complain. If you complain, report it. Write more.
Too much talk, too little writing, too little to say debt, and no place to reason!"
After gulping down a few sips of tea, Chu Qing finally concluded: "These are the unlucky bunch of underhanded people who are going to burn their cheeks when the third fire is reached. They lack great virtue and have been doing bad things for eight generations. They have to throw away the golden bar and lead the gang. Hurry up."
Change the book, just leave a bad review and criticize it. Read the book, enjoy it, and then criticize it after you are happy. It is just the right way to vent the frustration in reality. You have to say that you have never been happy, but how many times have you ever been happy?
Once, when I feel bad, I immediately scold him. Isn’t that mean? Why don’t you just row away?”
After talking nonsense, Chu Qing rolled his eyes.
In his last life, he actually had a friend who wrote street novels. He was a very stupid person. He was acting bad every day, and he grew up and deserved a beating.
