Bamboo horse is not a gentleman

Chapter 10

After finally getting his salary, and temporarily not having to rent a house until he found a job, and leaving 2000 yuan to send to his mother, Yuan Qing's life became nourished instantly.

Pay off the 1000 yuan owed to Lu Bai.

Pay off the accommodation and food owed to Lu Bai.

A high-end dessert used to please Lydda writers, buy it.

To reward Ah Bai's high-end dog food, buy it.

Reward yourself with a down jacket who has never entered the mall three times, buy it.

Debt free.

No money is equally light.

It's almost three years, and the deposit is zero.

Writer Lu Da finished his breakfast, went straight to someone who was looking up at the TV at a 45-degree angle, and lightly urged "I'm done eating, so hurry up and clean it up", and then strolled into the study with a pot of eye-catching knife.

Apart from daily housework, Yuan Qing spends the rest of his time submitting resumes, maintaining Lu Bai's Weibo, and dealing with those crazy "Lu fans" with all his IQ.

It is said that Lu Bai's fans are divided into two types, one is those who admire Lu Bai's works, usually mostly men, and the other is obsessed with Lu Bai himself, usually mostly women.

Xia Weiwei asked Yuan Qing to try to manage three button groups first. Group A was called Einstein's Fish, which gathered many nerds who liked reasoning. Group B was called Murder Ragdoll. The old reasoning questions came, and many nympho girls with heavy tastes were recruited. Group C gathered crazy fans of "Who dares to say that Lu Bai is either a god or a psychopath". As an administrator, when logging into these three fan groups every day, Yuan Qing felt that he Deeply caught in a big net full of intertwined ice and fire, and constantly splitting spiritual personality.

【Einstein's Fish】

【Akechi Kogoro: Xiao Qingqing, you are here! 】

[Yes, yes! 】Yuan Qingqiang smiled and greeted the enthusiastic "Xiao Wulang".

Although Yuan Qing used Xia Weiwei's previous administrator name "Irene" when she first joined the fan group, she didn't expect to be spotted soon.

【Who are you?Is it Irene, or the person who stole Eileen's Koukou account? "]

【What? 】

[The real Irene would not use this rude word to question us. Your wording and paragraph structure are completely different from Irene's. 】

【Irene: ...】

【Irene is the Snow Queen in our minds, but you are clearly a little maid with a broom in the corner sweeping ashes. 】

[If you don't tell us the truth, we will leave the group! 】

So, within ten seconds of entering the group, poor Yuan Qing's personal information was wiped out by this group of BT reasoning fans.

It's so cruel!
【Murder Ragdoll】

【My white horse is Lu Bai: Dear friends, come and see, guess who this is? 】

[Lu Bai is Mengshou: It can't be... my master Lu! 】

【My white horse is Lu Bai: How about it, is it handsome? Are you drooling?This is a photo I found on the Internet with great difficulty. It is said that it was secretly photographed while attending a writer's seminar. 】

【Really? 】

[Of course, it is only for internal use, and it is strictly forbidden to spread it outside! 】

Yuan Qing stared dumbfounded at the handsome guy with a high nose, deep eyes, and skin that can be broken in the shared photo. You are sure that this is Lu Bai, are you mistaken?
At this moment, a cool voice came from behind:

"Don't you know that there is a unique skill in this world called Meitu Xiuxiu?"

"what!"

Writer Lu Da appeared suddenly like a ghost, which really shocked Yuan Qing. Since last week's salary-seeking trip, except for eating and sleeping, men basically stayed in the study in silence. If it wasn't for his increasingly serious With dark circles under her eyes, she almost wondered if the great writer had entered hibernation like a bear.

At this time, a melodious doorbell rang suddenly, and Lu Bai walked directly behind her and opened the door.

Writer Lu Da personally greeted him. There is only one human being on the entire earth, and that is Xia Weiwei, who is both beautiful and wealthy.

Sure enough, the moment the door was opened, the sound of high-heeled shoes suddenly sounded, and a delicate female voice came to my ears:

"People have sent text messages to tell you that you are at the door, why did you come to open the door?"

What ice queen?
Are those reasoning nerds out of their minds?

Yuan Qing had a bunch of goosebumps, and when he turned his head, he saw that little Caesar fluttering his wings and screaming cheerfully.

Are you really using yourself as a doorbell? !
Xia Weiwei wafted into the living room with a burst of fragrant wind, and her long chestnut hair brushed the tip of Yuan Qing's nose unintentionally, causing her to sneez three times unceremoniously, with tears splashing everywhere.

Looking up again, a tissue was in front of her eyes, and Xia Weiwei kept a safe distance from her.

Yuan Qing silently took the tissue, and said: There is more than one kind of creature with long arms in this world, and the most famous one is the gibbon with a small head and a small brain, with black and white faces.

To sum up, because of Xia Weiwei's unexpected arrival, Yuan Qing's old illness relapsed, and he suffered from a syndrome called ugly girls.

Fortunately, there is still Abai and her on the united front.

When Xia Weiwei exclaimed "so cute" and tried to touch A Bai's head with her long nails covered in red nail polish, A Bai ruthlessly shook her hair and sneezed at that tender white hand .

Very good, Ah Bai, you are so masterful!
Yuan Qing grinned stupidly, and met the half-smiling gaze of Writer Lu who was bringing tea from the kitchen.

Humph, don't think she doesn't know that he hides Qilinfang's high-end handmade almond biscuits in the third wall cabinet in the kitchen!
Yuan Qing quickly grabbed a handful of biscuits from the refreshment tray, and stuffed them all into her mouth as Xia Weiwei was stunned.

"Qingqing, no wonder you have become fat."

Yuan Qing choked on a mouthful of biscuits, her face flushed red, and she almost choked to death:
"Cough cough cough... who, who said that?"

"It's needless to say, you can't even feel it?" Xia Weiwei raised her eyebrows with a look of surprise, "Isn't there a weighing machine in the living room, you can try it and you will know."

"It's okay, if you are fat, you will get fat." Yuan Qing turned around uncomfortably, "Whenever we have a blind date, I won't be too late to lose weight."

As soon as the words fell, Xia Weiwei and Lu Bai looked at each other, and then looked at him with unpredictable expressions, neither of them said a word.

Yuan Qing felt uncomfortable for a while. It has been many years, and this feeling of being excluded is still insurmountable. She picked up her laptop and stood up from the sofa in the living room:
"You talk, I'll go to the guest room."

Xia Weiwei picked up a biscuit from the small plate on the coffee table, nibbling it delicately:

"No, it's business, you have to stay."

Yuan Qing sat back helplessly and pricked up his ears:

"What business?"

"Have you heard of "Lucheng Daily"?"

"Slightly heard."

"The reporter from "Lucheng Daily" called me and wanted to invite Lu Bai to do an exclusive interview on this Thursday through me. Although he was unwilling, I still accepted for him." Speaking of this, Xia Weiwei stared Writer Lu Da glanced at him, "Don't worry, you don't need to show your whole face in the newspaper, it's just a text interview with a photoshopped profile. After the interview, you can continue to be your mysterious mystery novelist." .”

"I don't like dealing with reporters."

"Lu Bai, writing is not only your hobby, but also your lifelong career. It is not a game that can be done willfully. In this era when everyone can be a writer, the popularity of an Internet writer is related to the click-through rate and subscription rate of novels. And it is directly linked to the sales of paper books after publication. Moreover, current suspense novels are not as easy to be adapted into film and television works and online games as fantasy and romance. Therefore, only by increasing your exposure can your works gain more fans and sales."

Yuan Qing was described as a mosquito-repellent eye by Xia Weiwei's cloudy mist, and only felt that the world was really difficult, no matter what line of work he was in, he would not be able to get along.

"The person in charge of this interview is Chang Shan, a famous reporter from Lucheng Daily. This kid has always been known for his keen sense of news, tricky questions, and his character of never forgiving. Therefore, as long as many interviewees hear his name, they immediately go to bed. I'm so scared that my legs are weak."

After hearing this, Yuan Qing complained silently: One day, if writer Lu Da meets this gentleman, with vicious tongue against poisonous tongue, tricky with tricky, hate each other, fall in love and kill each other, Xia Weiwei will definitely understand deeply what is the birth of tragedy.

Seemingly seeing Yuan Qing's careful thinking, Xia Weiwei raised her long hair triumphantly, and smiled slyly:
"Fortunately—this kid couldn't escape from my grasp. He was already deeply fascinated by my charm. After some training, he obediently handed over the interview outline."

vomit……

Yuan Qing suppressed the discomfort in his stomach and stuffed the last piece of almond biscuit into his mouth.

Ever since Xia Weiwei entered the room, Lu Bai, who had been leaning against the sofa with his arms crossed, raised his eyebrows like a boss, and said lightly:

"What do you think he can do to me?"

"Writer Lu Da, he can't do anything to you, but he can do something to your job."

Whenever the writer Lu Da raises his head, twitches his lips, raises his eyebrows and squints, it means that his secondary illness is onset:

"My readers are all people with IQ. Even if they don't have IQ, they still have high EQ."

But Xia Weiwei didn't budge, and pointed to the plate on the table:
"Lu Bai, let's use an analogy. It's like the almond cakes on this plate. No matter how much you put there, there will always be time. Although after years of hard work, you already have a few active fan groups. , There are 60 fans on Weibo. In the past two years, it is not that there are no film and television companies or studios who have taken a fancy to your novel and want to adapt it into a TV series or movie, but you refuse to change a single word in the novel, saying that everything is harmonious and everyone is happy It’s no longer a suspense novel, and a lot of opportunities were wasted... So, don’t think about how many readers you already have, but always think that only by constantly expanding your readership can you maintain your current reputation.”

In front of Xia Weiwei's invincible professionalism, writer Lu Da was like a monkey grandson who was utterly frustrated by the nagging Tang Seng. He rubbed his ears impatiently, turned around and fled to the study room neatly, leaving the two on the sofa in the living room behind. The women watched him leave at the same time, and then collided their retracted gazes in one place again.

Xia Weiwei's eyes were gentle and flickering:
"You have to be like me in the future."

"what?"

"Lu Bai is very difficult to tame, unless you tire him out to death, he will surrender once in a while."

"Hehehe..." Yuan Qingpi smiled and said, "Isn't there still you?"

Xia Weiwei smiled meaningfully, and handed the interview outline in front of Yuan Qing:

"I'm too tired recently, and I'm going to take a long vacation for myself. I'll leave Lu Bai's interview to you."

"Me? But I..."

"Don't worry too much. Anyway, there is no need to arrange for him how to answer in advance. Even if the arrangement is proper, he will not obey it obediently. However, we must find a way to let him read the interview outline and make preparations in advance, so that there will be no surprises on the spot. Mistake." Xia Weiwei explained patiently.

"Do you think he'll listen to me?"

"It depends on how you are an assistant." Xia Weiwei smiled inscrutably, stood up from the sofa, and said goodbye to Caesar who was preening his feathers in the living room, leaving Yuan Qing and the thick hair on the table. Thick interview syllabus stares wide-eyed.

After working for many years, Yuan Qing, if not a smart subordinate, was at least an honest and diligent subordinate. She floated into Lu Da's study room like a ghost with a sullen face, and unfortunately forgot to knock on the door.

Writer Lu Da was in the midst of inspiration and was writing furiously on the computer. Because he disliked a lock of hair in front of his forehead, he took a clip to clamp his hair without looking at it. Qing then saw this scene: a handsome guy with impeccable handsomeness and a domineering handwriting on his head, with a big sky blue clothespin clipped on his head.

Since she washed and dried the clothes last time, the clothespin has been out of touch for several days, and she didn't expect it to go to the head of a great writer.

In such a serious atmosphere, such a cute creature unexpectedly appeared, and Yuan Qing burst out laughing. After being discovered by the embarrassing writer Lu Da, he threw her out together with the outline as thick as a brick.

In the first round, he died before he was able to win the battle, which made the hero burst into tears.

Yuan Qing picked up the outline and sneaked out of the study room. The mobile phone placed on the sofa in the living room vibrated slightly. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar local landline number. He couldn't help but feel delighted. Could it be an interview call?

Yuan Qing hastily adjusted his mood, and picked up the phone pretending to be sophisticated:
"Hi, hello, who are you looking for?"

"Ah, don't talk yet, let me guess who it is." A strange man's voice came from the phone, "Yuan Qing? Xiao Qingqing?"

"You are……?"

"Sure enough, it's Xiao Qingqing. Don't guess who I am, you won't be able to guess anyway! Let that kid Lu Bai answer the phone."

The man's domineering tone was somewhat similar to that of Lu Da's writer, and it happened to hit Yuan Qing's muzzle

Damn, you dialed the wrong phone number, how dare you be so arrogant!
(End of this chapter)