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Just kidding, Liu Jun didn't dare to forget about Baimei'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 and where are you going to spend it?”

Baimei giggled on the phone: "Ah Jun, you just remembered that my dad's birthday is coming, so you have a conscience."

"Amei, I'm not very busy. I had to practice my car a few days ago, and I was also busy investigating the market and doing business. I had to write the 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 still a few days left. It's my father's National Day birthday. He is the chief engineer of a railway project under construction in Shanghai stationed by the Ministry of Railways. During the National Day period, my station is very busy. I want to start the audition for the most beautiful police officer in the city." Propaganda, please don’t leave, so I bought a set of men’s clothing in advance to see if it fits, and then mailed it back to Shanghai.”

"Well, I wanted to go with you to celebrate Dad's birthday, so I had no choice but to let it go."

"Hee hee, Ah Jun, if you have the heart, I've already bought the same set of Goldlion men's clothes and sent them directly to the Shanghai railway construction site."

"No way, the same men's clothing?" Liu Jun's heart thumped when he heard that, if he and Baimei meet his father-in-law next time, wouldn't it be embarrassing if they bumped into each other?

"Yeah, the same men's clothing, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, I want to ask you, when is it convenient?"

"What, I hate it. You're necrotic, I don't care about you..."

Liu Jun and Baimei talked on the phone for a while, and felt indescribably comfortable. When a girl who dares to love says she hates it, it makes a man's bones weak. If Baimei is by his side, of course, when it is convenient for Baimei, Liu Jun will definitely do it twice. The legend of the hungry wolf is staged, and the cats who have eaten the fishy smell will always miss the fishy smell.

"Ah Jun, Wu Neng from upstairs is looking for you." Liu Jun was beautifully reminiscing about the blooming peony flower on the snow-white bed sheet in Baimei's home with blue sky, clear water, and Tian Xiuhua's shrill voice came from the main room.

What will happen to the ambitious Wu Neng upstairs who wants to participate in the 17k National Literary League?Are you here to canvass?By the way, I told Wu Neng last time that if Wu Neng’s movie is called, if “Joking about Wu Dalang” starts, at least [-] VIP tickets will be rewarded, and there are not many VIP tickets for [-] cents per ticket. Well, the works of fellow villagers have to be upvoted.

Liu Jun immediately jumped up from the bed, and stepped out of the small bedroom full of boxes very excitedly. It would be nice to have an internet writer among fellow villagers. In the future, he will have a lot of material around him, such as blood, ambiguity, sex, shopping malls and even sex scenes. That's all handy.

"Ah Jun." Wu Neng, who is short of Liu Jun and whose two heads are not as high as three layers of cargo boxes, stood at the door of Liu Jun's bedroom with his head down in a wretched manner. Knock over.

"Wu Neng, has the novel been published? Have you signed a contract? How is the league ranking? Can you make it into the top 17?" Liu Junting asked with concern, as if he was quite interested in the [-]k literary league.

"I, I..." Wu Neng glanced at Liu Jun's bedroom, which was crowded with goods, and murmured without knowing how to speak.

"It's okay, I promised to vote for at least [-] VIP votes, and tomorrow I will charge you with money to help you out. Let's go upstairs and have a look." Liu Jun didn't notice anything unusual about Wu Neng, thinking that Wu Neng was embarrassed to solicit VIP tickets When I opened my mouth to speak, no one in the bedroom could stand up, so I had to go upstairs to speak.

Liu Jun turned to be a guest, and Wu Neng followed Liu Jun upstairs after passing the room rented by Ms. Huaerhong Leisure House on the second and third floors.

When he came to the small attic on the top of the third floor, Liu Jun was shocked. He saw that the attic was empty, and there were two large plastic bags on the iron frame bed. Clothes, bedding and other daily necessities must have been rolled into the bags. The rhythm of moving away is just that the desktop computer that Wu Neng uses for writing is left intact on the desk.

"Wu Neng, are you moving or what?" Liu Jun asked incomprehensibly.

Wu Neng nodded, shook his head again, froze for a while, summoned up his courage, and said, "My fellow, can you lend me 1000 yuan? The train at two o'clock in the evening will leave Jiangnan. I really have no relatives here." Friends, believe me, when I make money, I will pay you back double."

"What's the matter? My fellow, have you stopped writing novels? Tell me, what's wrong with you? I'll help you settle it." Liu Jun entered the attic, and Da Ma Jindao sat down on the iron frame bed, patted Wu Neng The plastic bag for stuffing 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 violated the law and wanted to escape. He didn’t say that he would lend him 1000 yuan, and Liu Jun could take out the 1000 yuan. For Liu Jun who has none, it is not a small amount. The agency fee of 10 yuan for the registration of Lijun Company is still more than 1 yuan. He has to wait for the 2 yuan trade agency fee of the boss Huang who wholesales Artemisia annua in the wholesale market to collect the funds to make up for it. hole.

Wu Neng stood in front of Liu Jun, but Wu Neng, who was two or three years older than Liu Jun, lowered his head like a child who did something wrong, and answered Liu Jun's question in a low voice: "My fellow, there is nothing wrong with you." , maybe you misunderstood, I can't beat anyone with my Wu Dalang's figure, I'm usually fine, and I will bear with it when something happens."

After Wu Neng said this, Liu Jun looked at Wu Neng seriously, he really looked a bit like Wu Dayun in "Water Margin", with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, completely a philistine commoner who looks sorry for his parents.

"My fellow, sit down and tell me what's going on."

Liu Jun got up and pulled Wu Neng, Wu Neng sat next to Liu Jun, he didn't dare to look at Liu Jun, and said timidly: "I'll tell you the truth, at first, I was really passionate. The league is publishing, to see if any instructors are interested in it, and named the book "Joking about Wu Dalang", the kind of time-traveling, [-] words a day, I'm going all out."

Liu Jun nodded: "Okay, what about the fire that traveled through, and what happened next?"

Wu Neng sighed: "Well, it was a bit popular at first, but then there were several bugs in the article, and as a result, there were too many criticisms, and I couldn't write it after a week, eunuch."

Liu Jun became interested when he heard it, and said: "Tell me, what kind of bugs will make you unable to write, now Internet readers are very tolerant, like those typos, very pornographic and violent words, the preface is not Well-intentioned readers will point out some serious grammatical mistakes, or some serious grammatical errors, and readers who don’t point them out don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, as long as the story can be told in general and the plot is smooth.”

Wu Neng raised his head and stared at Liu Jun with wide eyes, and said, "My fellow, it seems that you are an ashes-level reader, and you are used to it. But I am writing a historical travel article, and the reader is tricky. I am in the article. It was written that the protagonist was beaten to death in a group fight and directly traveled to Wu Dalang who sold sesame cakes on the street in the Song Dynasty. There were several big bugs at the beginning of the chapter. The flowery Pan Jinlian called my wife, I'm back, but was scolded to death by the readers."

"Haha, fellow Wu Neng, you are really serious. You abused the lord at the beginning of the article, and readers have no sense of substitution. Also, can you use silver to buy sesame seed cakes? Not to mention before the Tang and Song Dynasties, even in the Qing Dynasty, it was very important to use silver." They are used by the rich and expensive, and most of the people who buy sesame seed cakes on the street to satisfy their hunger are ordinary people, and those who can have a few copper coins or iron coins are considered good, but where do you get the broken silver?"

Liu Jun said, and said again: "Also, you don't look up the information, fellow. You can call Pan Jinlian your wife. At that time, the husband called his wife but not his wife. If you want me, I call, 'Lady, I'm back, officer, all 100 cooking cakes are sold out, the task is completed, and all the copper coins are handed over to the lady. Tonight, the lady will blow me up." Blow, what blows is not what blows, Wu Dalang's wretched image during the day and majestic at night, and the agreement between Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian's bed brother can also arouse readers' curiosity, isn't it so accurate?"

Liu Jun was amused by his own statement, and Wu Neng was also amused, "My fellow, you know a lot. I checked the information later, and it is indeed what you said. Time travel texts cannot be written indiscriminately. We never lived in the Song Dynasty." , and I’m not a historian, writing indiscriminately will definitely cause endless harm, so I’ll simply be an eunuch.”

"Okay, fellow, you have a literary responsibility. If you don't write it, you won't write it. I read Jiangnan Qiangzi's time-travel article "Rebirth of the Three Kingdoms, I am the Master" on the Internet. It has a literary responsibility. After arriving at the sick son Liu Qi, he changed his dynasty all the way. The customs and customs of the Three Kingdoms basically stand up to scrutiny. Unfortunately, the text is not long, with hundreds of thousands of words, and it ended a little earlier, leaving a lot of suspense , many readers feel sorry. Let’s not talk about anything else, by the way, what did you just say, where does the two o’clock train go at night, do you go back to your hometown or go out to work, have you found something to do?”

Liu Jun chatted and laughed for a while, and seeing Wu Neng smiled, he immediately looked preoccupied and asked with concern.

"My fellow, it's like this. I've thought about it for a long time. Wen is the era of great gods. Without two brushes, I really can't write well. I think I'm still not suitable for writing. I'm a sad writer. By chance, I I saw on the Internet that Hengdian Film and Television City is recruiting extras, and I have a very special figure, and I think it can be used in many sets, if I can hold the role of Wu Dalang, maybe it will be a 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 person with thoughts and dreams.

"Yes, we have negotiated with the producer on the video. There are a few scripts with small roles like me, and the appearance fee is very low. I want to act more, maybe I will become famous. I have already bought tickets, and I don’t have much money on me, so I want to borrow 1000 yuan from my fellow villagers for travel expenses. This computer was assembled by me. It has 4G memory and 480G hard drive capacity. It’s pretty good. It’s easy to use, so let’s deposit it here, and you don’t have to pay me all the interest, okay?”

"What kind of computer are you betting on? It's only 1000 yuan. It's okay. I'll let Ali give it to you later. However, I have to say a few words, fellow, as long as you have an idea. When I failed the college entrance examination and came from the countryside, I just focused on it. Thinking of coming to the city, you are thinking of becoming an actor now. This is not a bad thing. I wish you success. I can lend you the money, and you don’t need to bet on the computer. You have to take it away, so 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. People with dreams can’t afford to be hurt. They must help if they can. Don’t think too much, Liu Jun patted Wu Neng’s shoulder, Without saying anything, he walked to the door of the attic and shouted downstairs, "Ali, Ali, come up to the attic."