Lin Zhaoxia was thinking about the idea of autobiography when she was interrupted by Zhang Lianqiu's video call...
"Aren't you busy serving your little master?"
"I want to see if you're starving to death at home."
Lin Zhaoxia gave her a look: "You just expect me to starve to death."
Zhang Lianqiu lay facelessly on the hotel bed: "No, it saves me thinking about it every day."
Lin Zhaoxia laughed: "I'm going to disappoint you, Han Yang just introduced me to a big job..."
Zhang Lianqiu sat up in shock: "Han Yang? Han Yang is looking for you again? Why don't you just obey this naughty mother's boy?"
"Who am I?"
"It's okay if it's not." Zhang Lianqiu breathed a sigh of relief.
"His mother, tsk tsk, is like a feudal landowner. Just like my mother, she just wants to be a good match. That's called being picky. It's been so many years, but she still thinks of doing weird things."
Thinking of being beaten by his own mother, Zhang Lianqiu felt infinite resentment.
She ran away before she graduated and just went to wait for others, even though her mother didn't reply no matter how she called. The main theme is a rebellious one.
Lin Zhaoxia also thought about her and couldn't help but sigh, and the two talked about the past. Zhang Lianqiu asked her again: "What job did Han Yang introduce to you?"
"Writing an autobiography for someone, it costs more than 100,000 words. I will give you 50,000 yuan. Today I have received the first deposit, which is 10,000 yuan!"
"Hey, you've already earned two months of my salary! You're not going to let anyone live anymore!"
Zhang Lianqiu had a strange look on his face: "As expected, you are the best screenwriters. If we don't open for three years, we will wait for three years after opening."
"For 50,000 yuan, you want me to live with you for three years? What good things are you thinking about?"
"You still have me. Let me tell you, isn't our drama about to be finished? I heard that our producer said that he is going to make a blockbuster with a main theme next. He hasn't found a screenwriter yet, so I strongly recommended you to him. Maybe he will make an appointment with you in a few days."
Lin Zhaoxia jumped up: "Really? Baby Qiuqiu, I love you so much, you are my heart, you are my flesh, okay, okay!"
Lin Zhaoxia spoke so loudly that it startled Zhao Guangyuan who was fascinated by his book.
There was obviously no third person, so why did it seem like someone was talking to her?
baby? Heart, liver and flesh? Is it her crush?
After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhaoxia was in a very good mood.
The next big job is coming before this job is even started. Although there is no trace of it yet, is Zhang Lianqiu an unreliable person?
Definitely not.
Lin Zhaoxia wandered into the living room and saw Lu Yuan reading a book. After thinking about it, she kindly handed him the mobile phone she bought for Chang Zhi.
"Here, I'll give you this phone first." Sit down and teach him how to use it.
"Don't delete the photos inside. They belong to my parents. If he comes back, give them back to him."
How long? Who is it again? Seeing the child in the photo, Zhao Guangyuan took a curious look and said, "It looks a bit like you."
"Ah, is it true?" Lin Zhaoxia leaned over and took a closer look, "Does it really look like it?"
"The eyebrows and eyebrows are not very similar to yours, but underneath..."
Zhao Guangyuan stretched out his hand to cover the upper part of his face, "The lips, chin, and dimples are all similar to yours. But he only has dimples on one side."
Does it really look like it? Lin Zhaoxia enlarged the photo and took a closer look. Hey, it does look a bit like it! It's quite fantasy.
"Is he your son?" Zhao Guangyuan looked at her.
"Ah? Ah, no." Lin Zhaoxia denied subconsciously. Although the appraisal report mentioned mother and child, this is too **** fantasy.
It turns out not to be the case. Zhao Guangyuan's eyes flashed. Come to think of it, she seemed to be alone.
Pointing to the phone: "If I want to watch that movie, can I just click on this video?"
Lin Zhaoxia looked at her phone: "Yes, click on it first. There is a search bar here. Enter your request here and it will help you find the movie you want to watch."
Then I remembered that he didn’t know the words here, so I taught him how to use phonetics.
"This input method has voice and strokes. Try it." Then before he could try it, he discovered that this movie was actually for VIP!
Those who do it themselves are not members!
day!
"What's wrong?"
“This costs money to see.”
Zhao Guangyuan was embarrassed for a while, "Yuan has nothing to offer..."
I know you have nothing to offer! No need to remind again and again! MD, what does this mean?
Lin Zhaoxia was lucky, "I'll give you a membership, but remember to pay back the money!" Pay back double, she is not the wronged!
"Yes, Yuandu has remembered it. I will repay the girl double the money." It's just some yellow and white things.
Then he remembered that he was now penniless, "If Yuan can't go back, can you help Yuan find a job?" He couldn't let a girl support him.
"Okay. If you really can't go back, I'll help you find a way."
Even if you are a gangster and have hands and feet, why do you need to rely on others to support you? Even if you pick up rags and collect waste paper, the paper shells still cost a pound. If you move to several communities, eating three meals a day is not a problem.
Then teach him how to use a mobile phone. Zhao Guangyuan was originally a smart person. He had a photographic memory since he was a child, and he could recognize some commonly used modern words with the help of a dictionary.
Soon he also understood how to play with this mobile phone. He was more fascinated by it than reading a book. He held it in his hand and studied it.
"Then you study slowly. This is the charger. You sleep in that small room." Lin Zhaoxia went to wash up after explaining. She also prepared a set for him and ignored it.
After Zhao Guangyuan washed up, he lay down in the small room. Although the room was cramped and the bed was too small for him to stretch out, he felt extremely happy while blowing on the air conditioner and scrolling through his mobile phone.
After staying up all night and watching five or six episodes of Zhulu Tianxia in a row, I decided to take a break and close my eyes for a while.
But unexpectedly, this time he squinted, he actually changed places.
Is it the main hall? He is back?
Outside the main hall, several palace ladies and eunuchs were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. His Royal Highness Seventh was missing. They panicked, but did not dare to announce it to the outside world.
I'm afraid it's really going to end this time! Don't talk about returning to the palace, I'm just afraid that I will be crushed and ashes.
When they heard the movement in the hall and saw the light again, they felt like they had seen a ghost and hurriedly ran to confirm...
It's His Majesty the Seventh Prince! His Majesty Seventh Prince is back! His Majesty Seventh Prince is alive again!
"Seventh, His Highness Seventh!" His tongue was tied.
Zhao Guangyuan sat cross-legged on the futon in the main hall and looked at them coldly: "I am still alive. Does that make you unhappy?"
"Seven, what do you mean by this, Your Highness? The slaves are stupid..."
"Are you stupid? You are so stupid that you dare to kill the current prince!"
Although several eunuchs and maids were showing off, they still pretended to be calm, "The servants can't understand what His Highness said."
Zhao Guangyuan sneered. Yesterday he had gone to die calmly, but since God had confiscated it from him, he was not in a hurry to die yet. I thought about it secretly.
The new queen and new prince wanted him to disappear, and even in their dreams wanted to eradicate him. And there are many people in Jingzhong who want him dead. I'm afraid there are quite a few people in this mausoleum area who have received orders and secretly tried to use tricks.
But no matter what, it is inseparable from the people in front of him.
"Do you think that if I die, you can return to the palace and no longer have to guard the tomb here? So you dare to kill the current prince?"
Zhao Guangyuan's cold voice hit her ears directly, and the palace maid who was already swaying immediately knelt down and trembled all over: "Your Majesty, Seventh Prince, spare your life, spare your life!"
How to persist in this?
The tide is over.
The remaining eunuchs and maids also knelt down and kowtowed: "Please spare your life, Your Highness! Spare your life!"
