It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

"Then you should ask him to find someone else. Nightingale is originally a nobleman, and she only agreed to be his son's tutor out of my honor."

"If you miss this opportunity, you will never find such a good tutor again. I guarantee that he will never be able to find such a good tutor even if he searches the entire metropolis."

Liu Zheng said confidently.

No one with a higher level of education than Nightingale has a higher status than her.

Those who are higher in status than Nightingale are not as educated as her.

How could someone with higher education and status than Nightingale find the time to be a tutor to the son of a small director, let alone a deputy one at that?

"Okay, then I'll communicate with the deputy director."

Wang Manni had no choice but to say.

After hanging up the phone, she was secretly shocked.

How big is the background of this delivery man to be able to convince a noble lady to be a tutor?

Could it be that he is actually a member of the upper class and works as a delivery man just to experience life?

If Liu Zheng knew what Wang Manni was thinking, he would definitely advise her to watch less inferior TV dramas.

People from the upper class come to a bloody restaurant to work as delivery men. Does she look down on the upper class or the bloody restaurant?

Besides, is that called experiencing life? That's called experiencing hell.

Just as I put down my phone, the ringing sound came back.

Is Wang Manni so efficient?

Liu Zheng picked up the phone in surprise, and when he saw the number, his brows immediately twisted into a "川" shape.

Whatever you are afraid of will come to you.

He doesn't look for novelists, the novelists come to him.

Chapter 179: No, the novelist wants to steal the house

"I'm sorry to bother you, Senior."

The novelist apologized as soon as he spoke, and his politeness was so touching that it made people feel distressed.

Liu Zheng glanced at Niu Ma. Compared with the novelist, the other strange residents he knew could only be regarded as barbarians.

"What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll poke your eyeballs out."

The cow and horse shook their broken horns demonstratively.

"whispering sound."

He looked away.

"It's okay. There's no need for us to be so polite. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It's like this. The Metropolitan Writers Association is hosting a salon ball and I'm invited to attend. I'd like to ask you to be my male companion and accompany me to the event."

The novelist said.

"what?"

He froze for a moment.

"I know this is very abrupt, but if you don't want to, forget it. Sorry to bother you, Senior."

The novelist thought he was unwilling and spoke calmly.

But Liu Zheng could feel the subtle sadness from that calm tone.

"Oh, I'm not surprised that you invited me, I'm surprised that you actually received an invitation."

He didn’t say this politely.

"what?"

The novelist uttered a low cry, and then fell silent.

There was a palpable awkwardness in the air.

Just when Liu Zheng was wondering whether he should say something to ease the atmosphere, she finally spoke.

"Senior, don't be fooled by the fact that I write long stories like this. In fact, I can write short stories quite well. If you don't believe me, you can take a look."

As if to prove herself, she quickly sent several text messages.

Liu Zheng clicked on the first one, and his pupils trembled.

"My childhood sweetheart and I got drunk and went to bed. I thought that ten years of love and companionship had finally paid off."

"But who knew that when I woke up, there was only an emergency contraceptive pill and two thousand yuan left by my pillow."

"I called him and asked him, what do you mean by this?"

"He said nonchalantly, it's nothing, you said something bad about Xiaomei, I was just helping her vent her anger."

"I was heartbroken because I knew that Xiaomei was the most beautiful girl in our class and the one he was pursuing."

There were probably another thousand or two thousand words left, but he didn't dare read on.

Because he was afraid that his eyes would go blind, and that they would not grow back.

"Senior, these are some of my most proud works. What do you think?"

the novelist asked expectantly.

"Well, you are pretty good at mobilizing emotions."

Liu Zheng racked his brains to come up with a pertinent and positive comment.

"Senior is really amazing. He immediately saw the essence of the short story."

The novelist said admiringly.

"With a novel of this length, it couldn't have gone in any other direction."

he replied.

The essence of novels, especially online novels, lies in emotions, but there are many kinds of emotions. A sense of achievement, novelty, desire to explore, etc. are all kinds of emotions.

Because long online articles are long enough, you can choose to focus on certain emotions based on the type of subject matter, while also interspersing other emotional expressions.

But short stories are not like that. There is only so much space, so you can only choose the strongest, most obvious, and most resonant emotions, and the way of mobilization and expression will also be very direct and rough.

It cannot be said that short stories are inferior to long stories. It’s just that for someone like Liu Zheng who is used to reading and writing long stories, reading short stories feels like a classical musician listening to a DJ.

"That's right. I turned to long stories because I saw the limitations of short stories."

The novelist agreed.

"In fact, writing short stories is also quite profitable, just as much as long stories. There's no need to take the risk of switching."

Liu Zheng said sincerely.

In fact, switching from short stories to long stories is more than just a change of direction, it is not much different from changing careers.

"You definitely have to write a long story. Writing short stories can only make money, but writing a long story can help you reach a higher level."

The novelist shook his head.

"Okay. Anyway, if you have any questions, just ask me. I'll teach you everything I know."

If he is still in this copy.

For these strange residents, the higher levels may have other deeper meanings.

Although Liu Zheng didn't know what higher level writing a novel could lead to, he didn't care.

"So, Senior, have you agreed to be my male companion?"

the novelist asked.

"accepted."

He had worked many part-time jobs, and being a male companion was considered to be quite respectable.

"Great!"

The novelist said happily.

"But you have to order takeout yourself."

"Of course. By the way, do you have suitable clothes? This salon is quite high-end, so you should dress formally."

The novelist reminded.

"No, and we can only wear uniforms when we are working, right?"

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and said.

The main reason is that it is difficult to change him. If he changes his legendary vest, his combat effectiveness will drop dramatically.

"Well, the uniforms of the Bloody Restaurant are pretty good. But you still need to dress up a little, Senior."

The novelist did not force it.

"Dress up, okay, no problem."

Liu Zheng agreed.

When it comes to dressing up, he knows a lot of experts.

"Then see you tonight at seven o'clock."

The novelist hung up the phone.

"Is it the woman who helped you rescue the person?"

Niuma asked suddenly.

"Yes."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Oh no, she's going to steal the house. She has the most people betting on her, and the odds have dropped to 1:1.1."

Niuma groaned.

"Then I wish you all lose everything you put into the game."

He gave his heartfelt blessings to these guys who were bored to death.

The cows and horses didn't care. They just thought he was just complaining because he couldn't place a bet and couldn't eat the grapes.

"Boss, please help me call Big Brother."

"what?"

"Didn't you just hear that? The novelist asked me to accompany her to the salon, so I had to dress up."

Liu Zheng said.

"With your appearance, you still look like a human being no matter how well you dress up."

Niuma taunted.

"You talk like you're a human being. Go ahead and fight. You earned that $270,000 with the help of others."

If the novelist hadn't helped to fish out the nightingale, the subsequent grave-raiding campaign would not have been successful, and Niu Ma would not have been able to make a large sum of extra money.

"Humph, when will it be your turn to urge me?"

Niu Ma said something but still made the call.

"Niuma, you've called me more times in the past few days than you did last year."

After answering the call, the big white goose complained.

"There's nothing I can do, big brother. It's my fault that I have to deal with such a troublesome little brother."

Niuma glanced at Liu Zheng, who then looked up at the ceiling.

"Hurry up, tell Big Brother if you have anything."

Niuma handed him the phone.