Figure Wang Zhongwang

Chapter 116 A Phone Call

Subject two is like a child playing home to one.

Reversing into the garage, side parking, right-angle turn, slope rise, and S position are just five basic items.

But Luo Xueyi was nervous when she touched the steering wheel, and the first item of backing into the garage was always pressing the line.

"You, alas! What can I say about you? This is the fifth class!"

The coach couldn't help but swear.

But for Luo Xueyi, he could only complain to this extent.

Who dares to swear at Two-dimensional beauty?Stop messing around?

There are so many male students revolving around Luo Xueyi like stars holding the moon, when the goddess sheds tears, they will tear the coach to pieces!
But more importantly, when the coach wanted to get angry, Luo Xueyi took out a bottle of Evian mineral water imported from France, and said with a smile:
"The coach has worked hard, please drink water!"

Mineral water for 15 yuan a piece immediately extinguished the coach's anger.

Extremely hot?
Luo Xueyi offered a pack of King Furong that Luo Xueyi had prepared a long time ago, and the coach's greatest anger was immediately extinguished.

One often joked to Luo Xueyi:
"If you pass all the exams, you will get your driver's license, but your family property will be ruined."

Luo Xueyi smiled and said:

"Those things are used by the servants of my cousin's house, so I don't care about them!"

One clicked his tongue and asked:

"How much does a bottle of mineral water cost for you?"

Luo Xueyi hesitated for a moment and said:

"Like the mineral water you drink for two yuan a piece, I think it's very good!"

One could only shake his head and smile wryly.

Ordinary people should never think about the lives of wealthy families.

Of course Mao Quejiu would not think about it.

He took a two-yuan mineral water bottle, filled it up on the tap water pipe, and put it in the corner.

There, several bottles of such tap water brand "mineral water" have been placed.

I heard that tap water can be used to raise fish after a day of purification in a mineral water bottle.

Since fish can't die from drinking, then you can't die from drinking too.

If you can’t die, just continue coding!

A rented room of six square meters, a computer and a bed are all the belongings.

Although the shabby room was three square meters smaller than the "abbot's" room, the middle-aged man was already very grateful to the Bodhisattva.

If you want to find this single-room rented house with a monthly rent of only 300 yuan in the ancient town, isn’t it the blessing of the Buddha? Is your luck soaring?
"Luck? In this life, I will not rely on my six relatives, and abandon both humans and gods!"

As soon as Mao Quejiu thought of his luck, he lit a ten-cent cigarette, and "Baba" took a few puffs loudly.

Amidst the smog and the sound of coughing, Mao Quejiu seemed to have an "inspiration" and began to type on the computer keyboard.

Regardless of the fact that this room only costs 300 yuan a month, if he only relies on the full attendance bonus of 600 yuan a month for coding, it will not be able to sustain it.

Drinking tap water, smoking two yuan a pack of cigarettes, eating gruel like an ancient scholar for three meals a day, or even not eating or drinking, cannot survive in this first-tier city.

Water and electricity bills are one hundred a month!
The transportation fee is one hundred a month!
The communication fee is one hundred a month!
……

There are still a few hundred basic expenses, so the "big writer" who has been huddled in a six-square-meter hut all day has to roll up his sleeves to move bricks.

Go pick up scrap metal!
Go sweep the streets!
Fortunately, in first-tier cities, as long as you are willing to endure hardships and do whatever you want, you can still support yourself.

"But I'm not reconciled! I'm a genius!"

This middle-aged uncle was typing desperately on the keyboard, and his genius sense of mission made him, even in his early forties, still looking for his own bole and opportunities to soar into the sky in online literature day and night.

Opportunities, all missed!
He has been in Guangdong and Hong Kong for nearly 20 years.How many opportunities are beckoning to him, how many bole smiles at him, and he gently passes by.

At that time, he was not a writer.

At that time, he was in his prime and prosperous.

But fate prevented him from succeeding. It wasn't until the stock market made him bankrupt and the woman who had always loved him left him that he knew that his mission was to be a writer, which was his childhood dream.

After going through a lot, he touched the "pen" again - the current keyboard.

However, he is not a genius in the Internet literature world.

Mao Quejiu, who is nearly forty years old, is still a rookie in online literature.

But this old rookie has some talent after all. He has not coded for many years, and he can receive the perfect attendance award after signing the first book and putting it on the shelves.

Results, but appalling.

However, this middle-aged uncle who has found his mission and the meaning of existence is not discouraged, and has been working hard to sell his works, just like the scene on the subway.

He knew he needed opportunities.

Bole is needed.

"Jingle Bell!"

The broken phone rang.

At ten o'clock in the evening, it should not be the landlord demanding the rent.

The monthly rent of 300 yuan, people are too lazy to collect it every month, and the landlord only has a sense of existence to collect rent after paying half a year at a time.

It's not the sweeping aunt who often expresses her affection for her. She knows that she is a "writer" and dare not call to interfere with the writer's creation after eight o'clock in the evening.

"Hi, I'm Mao Quejiu!"

Although the middle-aged uncle is down and out, he still maintains the demeanor of when he was a manager when he called and answered people.

"Hello, I am Yi Zun, the one who was lucky enough to meet you this afternoon.

If you have time between 09:30 am and [-]:[-] tomorrow morning, please come to our company for a meeting.I will send the address to your mobile phone. "

!!!
Three exclamation marks appeared above the middle-aged uncle's head.

Opportunity is here!
"Thank you! I will definitely drop by tomorrow morning!"

The middle-aged uncle answered calmly.

"Okay, see you tomorrow morning, good night!"

"good night!"

The middle-aged uncle put down his phone, his fingers trembling a little.

He quickly lit a cigarette to calm himself down.

Is that young man his bole?

impossible!
too young.

Or is he a rich second generation, the son of the boss?
Nor is it possible.

Will the second generation of rich people go to the subway?
But no matter what, they called to invite me.

He knows that some companies need writers and writers to help them promote.

"Ding!"

SMS message reminder.

He quickly turned on his phone to check:

"Che Gong Temple, third floor of Tairan Industry and Trade Park, Weimei Company, deputy general manager, one."

"Hehe! The old man's eyesight is dull, no wonder writing novels hit the street! He is a serious deputy general manager!"

The middle-aged uncle laughed at himself.

This address is so familiar, not far away, only 10 minutes away.

He sweeps the street and sweeps there.

"It's time to tidy up yourself!"

The middle-aged uncle felt nervous and threw away the cigarette butt, closed the door, and ran towards the Shangsha community.

At ten o'clock in the evening, there is a clothing store that doesn't close until eleven o'clock.

Barber shops are open until twelve o'clock.

It's just a bad smell, and I can't find a bathhouse to take a bath. This is not the north.

But buying a bottle of shampoo and shower gel is still a luxury. He hasn't used shower gel for many years.

　Mao Quejiu went into battle in person, let's applaud everyone and reward a few copper coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)