Money life

Chapter 130 New Competition

"Liang Huan, why do I remember that someone said that if anyone loses, they will live broadcast and eat Xiangxiang." Xiao Hang looked at Liang Huan and said deliberately.

Liang Huan glared at Zhang Yanjiang and Xiao Hang. He thought that Zhang Yanjiang would definitely lose, but he didn't expect that Zhang Yanjiang would win instead.

"I'm here to broadcast live, you come to eat Xiang." Xiao Hang was very happy.

"You must be lying."

"Why did we cheat? Obviously you lost. What? Can't afford to lose?"

"Who says I can't afford to lose? Zhang Yanjiang, if you are capable, defeat me yourself." Liang Huan looked at Zhang Yanjiang.

"Yanjiang obviously won this time, you kid doesn't mean anything."

"If you, Xiao Hang, hadn't helped him, would he have won?"

"Which eye did you see that I helped him?"

"Really? Can I see your transfer records? Do you dare?" Liang Huan's eyes fell on Zhang Yanjiang's face, and the last sentence was obviously addressed to him.

"Liang Huan, you obviously lost. If you can't afford to lose, you can't afford to lose. Why do you have to read Yanjiang's transfer records? Everyone knows that transfer records can't be shown to others casually."

"Don't you dare?"

Zhang Yanjiang was agitated by their quarrel. He looked at Liang Huan and said calmly: "Liang Huan, it's fine if you don't admit defeat, and I won't force you. I didn't expect to get anything from a competition with you. I just want to tell you , don’t think too highly of yourself.”

"Zhang Yanjiang, do you think I believe what you said? You didn't do anything, how could you have 100 million? Are you kidding me?"

"Haven't you heard that Yan Jiang writes novels? Can't he make money by writing novels? If you have time, you should go and see how many Internet writers are making money." Xiao Hang said.

"You told me that an author can earn 100 million yuan? No one would believe you." Liang Huan knew that writing could make money, but he absolutely did not believe that Zhang Yanjiang could earn 100 million yuan by writing novels.

"Believe it or not." Xiao Hang was also vain in his heart.

He had heard Zhang Jianzhi mention Zhang Yanjiang's novel writing, but he never asked how much money he made from writing novels.

"Zhang Yanjiang, you are writing a novel, right? You still earned 100 million, right?" Liang Huan asked suddenly.

Zhang Yanjiang didn't know why he asked this suddenly, he just looked away and didn't speak.

"Do you dare to show your work for us to see? Since the grades are so good, don't you mind if we see it?"

"By the way, your grades are so good, should it be published? I don't know which work you wrote, and what is your pen name?" Liang Huan thought of a good way to prove whether Zhang Yanjiang really wrote the novel, How to make so much money.

"What novel did he write? I don't seem to have heard what he wrote." Hearing Liang Huan's words, everyone thought that they didn't know the name of the novel written by Zhang Yanjiang.

"I haven't heard of it either. I only heard that he wrote a novel, and his parents didn't say what novel he wrote."

"I don't seem to have heard of it."

"Writing novels has become popular. Shouldn't you mention the title of the book when you're showing off? Zhang Yanjiang, don't you think you haven't written any novels at all?" Liang Huan wanted to use this to see if Zhang Yanjiang had written novels.

"Do you think everyone is the same as you? Hurry up and show off if something is wrong. Yanjiang is not like you." Xiao Hang said contemptuously.

Liang Huan glared at Xiao Hang angrily, then set his eyes on Zhang Yanjiang, and said, "There are always physical books, right? Should we give us a copy?"

Zhang Yanjiang had known for a long time that people who knew that he was writing novels would definitely want his works to be read, mainly to see if he really made money.

He had already thought of a countermeasure.

He looked at Liang Huan, without any panic, and said calmly: "My book will only be read by people who really like me. You, Liang Huan, are not worthy."

"you……"

"As for other people, I will definitely show my book to everyone, as long as everyone is willing to read it. However, I don't have my book for everyone now, and I will definitely give it to everyone when I have a chance in the future." Zhang Yanjiang said Very sincere.

Everyone talked a lot, but they all believed his words.

"Brother Yanjiang, I must read your works when the time comes. I also want to write novels, but my grades are not good. Can you teach me? With you as a great god, I will definitely be able to write well." Among the crowd, a boy in his 20s said to Zhang Yanjiang.

Zhang Yanjiang glanced at him and recognized him as a man from Jingyuan Road. His parents opened a restaurant and the business was good. His parents had a good relationship with Zhang Jianzhi and Xiao Xue.

When he said that, Zhang Yanjiang was embarrassed. After all, he didn't really write novels. Now people regard him as a master, and they still have to learn from him. This is not a good sign.

In order not to reveal his secrets, he had no choice but to say: "I just heard that your book was put on the shelves, and you were eunuch because of poor grades? Newcomers should finish writing honestly. Practice your pen. If you write a lot, you will naturally write."

His words are very good, just like those great gods said, newcomers should not be too impatient, the first book must be finished, and don't care too much about grades.

In reality?Are these words helpful?Useful, but not much.

The boy was very happy to hear Zhang Yanjiang's words, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Okay, okay, I understand. Thank you, brother Yanjiang, I will definitely work harder."

"Let's work together." Zhang Yanjiang smiled at him.

The boy was very happy to get the advice, and he didn't think about the practical problems at all, and the question of whether he could persevere without grades.

Zhang Yanjiang naturally wouldn't say much, after all, he is not an author now, and he hasn't even started to write.

"Zhang Yanjiang, since you are good at writing novels, do you dare to compare with me to see who can write better novels and earn more money?" Liang Huan was unwilling to lose to Zhang Yanjiang.

"If you want to compare, you can do it." He smiled easily, but he was scolding Liang Huan in his heart.

What is worse than anything, why do you have to be better than someone else's novel?
"Okay, then it's settled. One year later, we will announce the results here to see who has more fans and who makes more money."

"Okay."

"You, a person who has not found a job, can write well. I don't believe that someone who has studied abroad and worked as the general manager of Jieyu Group can't write about you." Liang Huan believes that he can write good novels. Can surpass Zhang Yanjiang.

"Wait and see."

"Hmph. Just wait until you lose to me." After speaking, Liang Huan strode away.

"It's really cheap for him." Xiao Hang looked at Liang Huan's leaving figure and said.

Zhang Yanjiang didn't care about Liang Huan, but was thinking about whether to write a novel. After all, he agreed to compare with Liang Huan. No matter what the result was, he should write a novel.

But now is not the time to write.

He sighed secretly.

"Brother Zhang, let's go in." Seeing Liang Huan leave, Uncle Zhang smiled awkwardly and said.

(End of this chapter)