superstar of life

Chapter 296 Ladies
Zhao Liang left, and Yang Xiuyuan got up and left the company.

Everyone in the company is used to it. Mr. Yang sends Mr. Qu to work every day. How boring is this?How petted?

I had nothing to do in the morning, and I didn't want to go to Idol Academy, so I went to the secret base.

Zhang Anping's private restaurant.

On WeChat, Yang Xiuyuan sent Zhang Anping a WeChat message.

"Uncle Zhang, are you in the store?"

"Yes, but I have to wait for half an hour."

Yang Xiuyuan understood, it means that there are people and it takes half an hour to get rid of them.

There is no shortage of people in Zhang Anping's side. If he is open and unrestricted, there will be an endless stream.

As we get older, we all want to return to simplicity. This kind of chef cooking small dishes is very lethal to middle-aged people.

And Zhang Anping himself is also a person with energy, at the billion level.

There are three or four sets of houses here in Pengcheng. Doesn’t it give you a sense of accomplishment when such a person cooks for you?

Drive over here, drive slowly, half an hour is just right.

Driving downstairs, Yang Xiuyuan deliberately waited for a while before going up.

"Why, is there a beautiful woman?"

There was still a confiscated water glass on the table, Yang Xiuyuan smiled.

Zhang Anping smiled: "A friend, do you want to eat?"

"No, I'm alone at home, come and sit here."

Yang Xiuyuan took out his computer while talking about sitting down. He is a bit of a literary youth now.

Wherever I go, I can take out my computer and write something, just like before.

But he used to not write, but work.

Writing scripts is a bit interesting. If you are always in one place, you will often get into trouble.

I can't imagine that different people have different experiences and different souls, the more I write, the more I can't write.

Zhang Anping came over with a cup of coffee and put it on the table in front of Yang Xiuyuan.

"Thank you."

"Write a song or write a script?" Zhang Anping asked.

This is not the first time Yang Xiuyuan came here to sit and not eat, so Zhang Anping knew Yang Xiuyuan's habit.

"Script." Yang Xiuyuan replied, and then remembered something: "What about you? Don't you also write on weekdays? What do you write?"

Zhang Anping sat opposite Yang Xiuyuan: "The official account is similar to a diary."

"journal?"

"What I see, hear and think."

"So you set up a small private kitchen?"

Zhang Anping nodded and took a sip of coffee: "Cooking is my old profession, and I just want to try writing. I didn't expect it to be three or four years."

As Zhang Anping spoke, he took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, swiped a few times, and handed it to Yang Xiuyuan.

The name of the official account is very simple.

Anping diary.

The number of followers is more than 5, and the reading volume of each article is about [-], and there is income.

The income is reward income, and the average daily income is [-], which can be seen in the background.

"It's ok, Uncle Zhang, the invisible king, you'll already have fifty or sixty thousand in just this month, here comes the tea money."

This is the first time for Zhang Anping to show others a "kingdom" he runs in private. Many people know that he writes, but they don't know what to write, and even if they know, they have never seen his background data.

This is also a kind of potential difference. Most of the people who come to eat with him are in the state of visiting.

Born to be short.

Yang Xiuyuan is different, now Yang Xiuyuan is the person with the greatest status among the people who have appeared here in Zhang Anping.

And it's still familiar.

"Haha, hobbies, in fact, at our age, most of the dumplings are cooked in teapots, and the goods can't be poured out. As you write, you will find that there are quite a few people who read it. We don't win by words, but by experience."

Yang Xiuyuan looked through it, and it was indeed quite powerful.

He knew that many literary workers had official accounts, and their income was not low, but he didn't expect that Zhang Anping was also doing it in private, and it was doing well.

"Do you know Pei Zhixin?"

"We are from Pengcheng?"

Yang Xiuyuan nodded.

"heard about it."

"He told me a word before, don't underestimate anyone who is 40 years old."

In Zhang Anping's ears, Yang Xiuyuan's words were a compliment, and he was slightly over the top.

The current Yang Xiuyuan is not the previous Yang Xiuyuan.

"Don't, I'm just messing around on my own. I can't get on the stage. Pei is always the big brother in the circle. He also operated a listed company last year, and now he has retired."

Yang Xiuyuan knew about this, Pei Zhixin was the elder brother who took the lead in Yang Xiuyuan's crowdfunding real estate speculation.

Last year, he operated a listed company, which was a capital player. He did it for no reason, but wanted to do it, and pave the way for his own son.

In today's society, why is there a so-called "big brother"?
That is recognized by others.

He just knows how to do things and lead a group of people to make a profit.

I have to admit that Yang Xiuyuan also followed Pei Zhixin to pick up soup and drink in that crowdfunding real estate speculation.

Such a person is full of charisma, and people around him really admire him.

Including what Yang Xiuyuan did later, they all have the meaning of imitation.

Work for Zhou Zi'an, benefit the people around him, and separate himself from fame and fortune.

This is a kind of realm, people are born with a skin, and when they leave, they are just a skin.

"You like cooking and listening to stories. Most of those stories are written as stories?"

Zhang Anping nodded: "It's been processed, of course, I won't write about you, the person I wrote has said beforehand, I just think it's a bit strange, it's more or less difficult to come to me, when we met, I just thought you were special, Too busy, most people at your level stop, even if they don’t stop, they won’t push themselves so hard. We also mentioned you in private chats, saying that you don’t know the world’s affairs, make money Silly."

As he talked, Zhang Anping himself was amused. At that time, Yang Xiuyuan was still a bored gourd.

Go out to play and eat together, all with a computer, and check things at work from time to time.

Many girls like it, but Yang Xiuyuan just ignores them.

Some friends said that this person will either become a big event, or be killed by a girl.

In the eyes of friends, Yang Xiuyuan is Tang Seng meat. Many people want to eat it, but they are afraid that he will be unhappy. There will always be someone who is not afraid of him being unhappy, and that person has a way to cure him.

As a result, the previous sentence was answered, and it became a big deal.

Yang Xiuyuan thought back, did he escape the high probability?
Actually not.

His current achievements are given by God.

If a grassroots wants to be in the top position in a short time, it is impossible to do his duty, so he speculates in real estate, makes red wine, and makes fitness meals.

But this cannot escape the high probability, there are thousands of chances of collapse, and once it collapses, it will be gone.

Unless contentment.

Yang Xiuyuan dipped his finger in some coffee and drew two dots on the table.

"We are like these two points at the beginning. From here to the end, there is a straight line, but there is no straight line. The space we think is different from the space we experience. What connects points is not a straight line, but a curve. In the end, we all Take the curve."

Zhang Anping erased another point: "There are two kinds of people in this world, one is walking along the curve, but the two points are connected, and the other is walking, and the point on the other side disappears. "

Yang Xiuyuan spread his hands, and the two Wenqing got together, and they just said these far-fetched words.

Zhang Anping got up and didn't bother Yang Xiuyuan anymore.

He has seen through many things in his life, and chatting is not taboo about everything.

Color of money.
Why are so many people willing to chat with him, and so many people read what he wrote, because it is strong enough, vulgar, and true.

There are many things that cannot be said to friends, and he has no restrictions here.

They are people who love life after seeing through life, and it is more natural to get along with them.

(End of this chapter)