Back To 2005

OK.

Seeing that the other party listened to her opinion, Aunt Sun left satisfied.

As long as other people's salary is not higher than her current salary, there is nothing to feel bad about.

Zhou An'an didn't have to wait long. At three o'clock in the afternoon, two aunts who were nearly forty years old walked into the training department.

After they each cooked a home-cooked dish, Zhou Anan tasted it and nodded.

After some discussion, Zhou An'an agreed to increase his monthly salary by 100 every year, and recruited two aunties who cooked vegetables, and they officially went to work during the summer vacation.

Isn't it too much to raise one hundred monthly salary every year?

Shi Mingxia, who was always by the boy's side, looked at the two aunts who left contentedly, and felt sorry for the boy's money.

After a few years, the accumulation is not a small amount.

A lot? I think it's less.

In this regard, Zhou Anan smiled meaningfully.

No one knew that inflation would be so violent and crazy after a few years.

At that time, the monthly salary of 3,000 for a stable cook was not considered high.

Pengcheng Poetry Association? Excuse me, do you want me to pay for travel expenses, medal fees, tuition and miscellaneous expenses? Let me tell you, I am not short of money, but I am not short of IQ either. Thank you, goodbye.

When he was having a headache because of the good business of the summer vacation class, Zhou Anan received a call from a scammer asking him to go to Pengcheng to receive the award, and he went over without hesitation.

After a crackling conversation without giving the other party a chance to speak, Zhou Anan, who hung up the phone ahead of time, felt a little more at ease with his confused mind.

These days, I'm a bit tired of being busy with recruiting students for the summer class.

Who is it?

Poured a cup of warm water for the boy, Shi Mingxia asked with a smile.

It's nothing, just a liar, the tricks are too old-fashioned.

There is still no way for Qin Shihuang to unfreeze funds. Zhou Anan said that the low-level methods of these scammers can only deceive innocent children like Wu Jian.

Didn't Wu Jian say last time that he would come to our place to work and earn money? Why didn't he come?

Speaking of liars, Shi Mingxia also thought of Wu Jian who was cheated out of a thousand dollars a few days ago.

The routine of winning the lottery in Happy Dictionary has robbed Wu Jian of his living expenses for more than a month, and there is no follow-up news after going to the police.

Forget it, that guy said he would pay me back after making money in the game.

For the naive Wu Jian, Zhou An'an just laughed helplessly.

Knowing that Wu Jian was cheated, he cried all night, Zhou An'an went to persuade him for a few minutes, and took the initiative to lend him 1,000 yuan to let the silly boy return to a normal life.

However, Wu Jian, who originally wanted to come to him as a part-time evening assistant, changed his mind on the second day of his ambition, and followed Chen Jie to upgrade equipment in the game to make money.

These years of online games have gradually exerted a strong charm.

Just for the online game Hot Blood Jianghu, which disappeared after a few years, there are hundreds of thousands of players online at the same time. I heard that the operator is making a lot of money.

And Chen Jie, who is quite economical, discovered a little business opportunity in the game, which is to make equipment to sell for money, and now he has earned seven or eight hundred.

It's just that compared to those game studios that are making money every day, they can only be said to be insignificant.

It has to be said that this is the memory of a generation.

After the decline of PC games and the rise of mobile games, ordinary players have almost no channels to make money, and the funds are all in the hands of operators and developers, completely entering the era of oligarchs.

Games can still make money.

With a sigh, Shi Mingxia was called by Chen Rou to help.

At this time, at the secretariat of the Pengcheng Poetry Association, a young woman was staring blankly at the phone in her hand, digesting what the other party said.

You bastard, you actually took me for a liar.

A few seconds later, the young woman who reacted gritted her teeth and said.

In so many years, it was the first time someone called her a liar, it was simply hateful, and she deserved to miss this award.

But thinking of the upcoming award ceremony of the National Poetry Association in a few days, Hu Xinyue held back her anger and picked up the phone again.

Hello.

Hello, we are really the Pengcheng Poetry Association.

I have no money, toot toot

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Wait a minute, don't hang up.

Girl, I've convinced you. My IQ is not in arrears, so I won't be fooled.

After answering the phone three times in a row, Zhou An'an had convinced the other party's professionalism, and his tone was tactful.

There is no way to block the phone these days. The other party keeps calling and the line is busy, which delays the consultation calls from the parents. Zhou An'an really has nothing to do but explain it clearly to the other party in a nice way.

After all, the operator on the other side only went to work after being cheated by those scammers, so there was no need to get angry with the other party.

Life is not easy for everyone.

Did you write the 'Shisi Ci'? Are you an old man?

Taking a deep breath, Hu Xinyue, who was afraid that the other party would hang up again, asked quickly.

If the other party stood in front of her, Hu Xinyue would definitely let the other party know why the flowers are so popular.

How do you know? Did Xueer tell you? Where is Xueer?

Zhou Anan, who was about to hang up the phone, froze for a moment, thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he quickly asked questions.

The girl who disappeared for so long suddenly reappeared?

Aren't you ready to take responsibility for him?

Xue'er. Who is it? Sorry, we got your contact information from Ms. He Yangyang. Please listen to me, Mr. Old Xin, I solemnly inform you that your Ten Thoughts has been selected The best and most beautiful poems of the year by the National Poetry Association. If you have time, please inform us of your identity information, and we will customize a ticket to the capital for you. All expenses for your trip to the capital will be paid by us City Poetry Association.

Not allowing the other party to say more, Hu Xinyue finished the matter in one breath, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The notice has been delivered, as to whether the other party will go or not, that is not her problem.

What's wrong?

After listening to the other party's words, Zhou An'an thought of the girl who met once in some bar, did he give the other party's contact information before.

It's been so long, I kinda forgot about it.

As for the National Poetry Association, Zhou Anan did not answer, but quickly turned on the computer, opened the search engine, and searched for 'Shisi Ci'. A series of information popped up, and he couldn't help but gasp.

This seems to be a big joke.

Mr. Old Heart, are you still there?

Listening to the quiet voice on the phone, Hu Xinyue couldn't help asking.

She is very busy, okay, give me a word.

Sorry, you found the wrong person.

My mind was a little confused, but I couldn't believe it was Zhou An'an's first reaction, and hung up the phone after answering a sentence.

You bastard, wasting so much of my saliva.

After hanging up the phone, Hu Xinyue muttered, but didn't want to continue calling.

So many phone calls are already the limit of her patience, this kind of thing is still a headache for the higher-ups.