Self-cultivation of entertainment bigwigs

Chapter 480 The Southerner Without Heating
Zhao Qian once again used hard facts to educate those who expected to see his jokes.

There was a slap in the face.

Heh, do you want to see me rushing to the street?

Heh, you want to step on me after I hit the street?

Sorry to disappoint you.

Are you satisfied?
Just ask if you accept it or not? !
Everyone rushed to the street: "I'm convinced, I'm convinced... Boss, please stop fighting, okay..."

Look, these people are just scumbags. They used to be all kinds of black, but then they turned around and came back to lick all kinds of things. They really thought that everyone else was blind.

Zhao Qian just ignored them.

A group of clowns, no matter how much they jump around, they are still clowns!

However, it is really gratifying that the three new books can achieve such results.

This is all money... Ahem, that’s wrong, these are the readers’ love for us!
Zhao Qian felt that he had an obligation to write these books well.

Therefore, the behavior of updating every day like before, must never happen again. These three books have the potential to hit [-] average subscriptions.

Including the old book "Primitive War Chronicles", the total is only 14 updates a day, not more, not more.

Everyone said yes?
Zhao Qian tried his best to update it, and a large group of people in the author group strongly condemned his crazy behavior of smashing the best-selling list.

"One, two, three, four, Labor and Capital have never been in the top ten of the list. However, the love letter boss himself is in the top four of the list. How embarrassing!"

"I don't want to code words, and I get 10 points of critical damage when I hit the street, and I feel sorry for my fat self."

"The love letter master just made a new girlfriend, but he was afraid that the other party was with him because of money, so he lied to the girl and said that there is only a broken Audi A6L at home, and a house of less than 120 square meters in the third ring road of Nandu. The monthly manuscript fee is only 10.

Well, after all, when he thought about it, that would be the end of it if a writer jumped on the street. "

"Richness limits his imagination."

"Poverty limits my imagination."

"Chicken limited my imagination..."

Zhao Qian could only roll his eyes.

Damn chicken, who is fooling, which one in the group will go out alone, and not slap 99.99% of the authors who set sail?
Others are still struggling on the verge of signing a contract, you are all high-quality bosses, and every day you sleep with a tender model with a big sword, what else do you want?

To be a human being is to be content. For example, when I made a monthly income of one million yuan then I earn ten million yuan a month. Wouldn’t it still be the same to eat red bean paste buns for one yuan each in the morning and drink a bottle of red bean and goji berry breakfast milk for three yuan?
Am I proud?
Am I bloated?

No!

I am still the conscientious author who is down-to-earth and diligent!
Suddenly the newspaper seller said: "Fuck, @老拍, have you taken medicine for the past few days? Three consecutive days and four updates!!!"

In the past two days when I was selling newspapers, my sales were about the same as Hua Hua Mao. But when I looked at it, I thought, why did this guy, Lao Mao, end up in the third place in the category?

I am still squatting on the 10th place.

Counting the past, he was pressed down by the flower hat more than once, and this time he was thinking of fighting back. Who knew that the other party would rise up again and throw him several positions away.

Too disrespectful.

Not to mention that Zhao Qian didn't notice it, and it's been a long time since I saw Huahuamao, and he doesn't froth, and he doesn't chat with the girls in the group, unlike his style.

Could it be that Dabao Jian changed his gender after being captured?

Thinking about it, it seems unlikely.

Other authors in the group also discussed variously:

"The old hat is posting updates every day and begging for monthly votes. It seems that he plans to make big news this time."

"Yesterday, it was number [-] on the best-selling list. It was amazing, my brother."

"Five of the top ten best sellers are in our group, and there are two more than ten. This group of Feng Shui really cares about it!"

"Four out of five are love letter bosses..."

"That is to say, the love letter boss accounts for 80% of our group's luck, err."

"I don't care, I don't care, I want to suck up all the luck of the love letter boss..."

Soon, the @huahuamao showed up and said: "I've been busy with updates recently, so I don't have time to join the group."

Someone curiously asked: "Unlike you, old hat, didn't you call me Calvin every day?"

Huahuamao: "Karvin also wants to write. The terrible thing is not that you don't work hard, but that you think you are working hard, but others are more talented than you, and people who are more powerful than you work harder than you!"

"Are you talking about a love letter?"

"if not?"

Zhao Qian: "..."

Am I lying down?
Just take it as if you are praising me.

Monk: "Suddenly I feel like a loser. I've been so salty all day long. If I update half of the love letters, I'll buy a house in the second ring of the capital!"

Sambo: "I kneel down to the boss who can buy a house in the capital. I just want to settle down in Pengcheng."

"Get out of here, Sanbao, you bastard king is here to show off again."

"Who dares to call himself the king of love letters in front of the love letter boss?"

"It's true, after all, Qihang is the number one force!"

Zhao Qian: "..."

I said, you are enough, do you really think I don't exist?

Pretending to be aggressive is not my original wish, I just want to be a quiet and beautiful boy with a monthly income of tens of millions. I will only write if readers like this kind of plot.

After thinking about it, he still didn't speak, otherwise these guys might crawl over the network cable and strangle him to death.

Uh huh, those guys are just jealous of their good looks.

……

The cold air has moved south recently, and winter has finally arrived in the south.

It's just that this winter, it's accompanied by light rain, which is really annoying.

"Hey, it's white album season again."

Zhao Qian wrapped himself up tightly, but still felt chilly.Finally, he dug out the scarf Li Wanqing bought for him last year, and wrapped himself up before he dared to go out to class.

It has already snowed in the north, and even some alpine mountainous areas in northern Guangdong have begun to freeze.

Every year at this time, there will be a lot of truth discussions on the Internet about "whether it is cold in the north or cold in the south".

People in the north say that there is no snow in the south, and they don't understand the pain of heavy snow days;

The southerners argued that the damage caused by magic in the south had nothing to do with whether it snowed or not.

In other words, Zhao Qian naively thought that northerners were really sad in winter, and they must be shivering under the covers.It was only later that I found out, what the hell, the North actually——

have!warm!gas!
A certain anchor was actually broadcasting live shirtless when it was minus [-] degrees outside. The reason was that the heater was too hot! ! !
Commander of the Second Battalion, push out the Italian cannons of labor and capital!
As a child who survived twenty winters by shaking his legs, Zhao Qian felt wronged.

Before going to university, he didn't even know about warming tools such as baby warmers, electric heaters, and long johns.

MMP, I feel that I have lived in vain for more than 20 years.

In the final analysis, in fact, the northerners know how to keep warm so that they don’t feel cold.For example, a few northeastern men in the author group go out in mink fur coats from head to tail.

On the contrary, many southerners I have come into contact with don’t have much awareness of keeping warm. It’s good to wear cotton socks, shoes and down jackets. They don’t even want to wear gloves, which is troublesome.

What else can I say?
Anyway, Zhao Qian didn't want to be cold. As a salted fish who started his middle-aged and elderly life early, he was afraid that he would catch a cold if he was not careful.

(End of this chapter)