I just want to be self-reliant

A fat old man with a red face, he is very elegant and refined when drinking.

Swinging the red liquid in the wine glass, he helped to answer: Mr. Zha once sold the game copyright of one of the books to a company introduced by a friend for one yuan a few years ago, because of speculation.

Almost the same as Luo Shixin, flattering.

It is very temperamental to praise Mr. Zha's high morals.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Dezhu said with a smile: That's because the husband is not short of money. If another author waits for the rice to be cooked and supports the family, he dare not give away the money casually, so it is better for us to talk about money, because the cost behind the relationship is higher.

This is the truth. Wasn't his sum of money just stolen by the people around him in the name of affection?

Mr. Zha shook his head and smiled: Then you can't afford it.

Zhao Dezhu said freely: It's fine if you can't afford it. It was fate to meet you. If yes, my steps may be quicker. If not, then I will take it slowly. Of course, you can also quote a price. I will think about it and see if I can do it. Come on.

Long Zhiyu took a deep breath, tugged at the clothes lightly, don't move!

The five million yuan has already emptied the family, and if the price increases, it will have to be borrowed.

And the price tag is tens of millions or tens of millions at every turn, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It's really like the joke circulating in the flight attendant circle. If you really have the opportunity to climb up to the rich second generation who sit in the first class, it's definitely more reliable to play and play than to work hard.

Because these rich people go bankrupt, it is often because they want to prove that they invest in starting a business, and they can't spend much money on eating, drinking and having fun.

But he still held his face, and dignifiedly helped Zhao Dezhu carry some cabbages.

As a result, she herself underestimated her dominance.

Just now, he licked Zhao Dezhu, who was not at all inferior to Jin Daxia, and immediately turned his head in surprise and ate the food with a smile.

The first time.

The two of them started with the steam-pot chicken meal, and after eating so many meals, this was the first time they took the initiative to serve him food.

The dishes he took and returned just now are not counted.

Zhao Dezhu can distinguish clearly.

Even if the European cabbage tasted a bit bitter, he ate it with relish.

Seeing his exaggerated joy, Long Zhiyu was so disgusted that she wanted to hit someone.

It's clearly a skillful way to please girls.

He actually forgot that Jin Daxia was next to him, as well as film and television entertainers and gourmets, so he frowned patiently not to beat the chopsticks over.

That Uncle Lan hurriedly and quietly hid the red wine bottle under the chair again.

Sure enough, Mr. Zha looked like he was drinking fine wine, he lifted up his glass comfortably and swung his head up and took a sip!

Only to find that it was empty, and hurriedly glanced at the table, but couldn't find the wine bottle!

Also reluctant to watch the good show of the young couple here, pointing at the old friend angrily.

It’s okay to continue sniffing with an empty wine glass in one hand, while the two toothpicks in the other hand continue to bounce on the table like playing a piano.

And a little head shaking.

Zhao Dezhu noticed that the table suddenly became quiet.

Looking up, a table of middle-aged and elderly people was looking at them.

Especially the two old ones, with expressions similar to those of the gossip aunts in the energy compound.

He also treated her equally: She's pretty, mainly because she's pretty, and I'll be the pug chasing her.

Long Zhiyu was startled by the attention of her surroundings, but she immediately returned to the standard flight attendant posture, gestured apologetically to her surroundings, and then ordered Zhao Dezhu's food, hoping to shut his mouth.

But Mr. Zha read it with gusto, perhaps this is the reason why he can write so many lifelike couples in his works.

He seemed to love watching the interaction between this young couple.

Instead, Uncle Lan secretly poured himself some wine, and continued to sway and enjoy the wine: According to my observation, Xiaoyou is too young and mature, and his views on human nature are very transparent and cruel, so he has a pure feeling. It is very precious, Mrs. Zhao, you have to take good care of him.

Mr. Zha looked at his empty wine glass and said angrily, Give me some more.

Uncle Lan was firm and resolute: Sister-in-law repeatedly told me to drink at most, body, body.

Mr. Zha had no choice but to turn around, but he was also curious about Long Zhiyu: Has there ever been a time when girls liked you?

Long Zhiyu must have been completely disgusted by this nickname, and even the trained professional ethics couldn't help making a vomit: Uh... You are so accurate, there are as many girls who like him as this one. The legs of the crabs on the table.

This expression alone made the two old men clap their hands and laugh, Luo Shixin laughed too, and poured some wine for La Ge and the others.

The few people here are very respectful at this time. Mr. Zha is the top of the pyramid in the HK cultural film and television industry. Even Uncle Lan has to look up to him, let alone them.

Followed by apologetic smile, but did not dare to speak more.

Mr. Zha picked up the toothpicks on his fingertips and put them side by side: Little girl, I sold the copyright of a book to my friends for one yuan eight years ago to make games, because I believed that they could make the old-fashioned charm. , to create the world of martial arts in my mind.

Long Zhiyu quickly sat upright and listened carefully.

Zhao Dezhu was still holding the vegetables, but she hit her with her elbow, and the female squad leader warned the tablemate with the kind of strength to hate iron but not steel.

Mr. Zha laughed even more, rubbed his fingers on the toothpick, and pushed out one: They say they can create our ancient cultural rhyme, but... so what?

It was extremely quiet at the table, only the sound of cooking on the stove could be heard in the kitchen.

The old man's words are even more eloquent: Our culture is not about the elegant and unrestrained pictures, the vassal elegance of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but the righteousness in the bones of the Chinese. This is the essence of martial arts.

Zhao Dezhu listened carefully, what the fuck, big shots are different.

Sister Xia's casual words are enough for him to eat for a lifetime, so as to prevent him from falling into the trap of skillful routines.

The second richest man, the richest man, Principal Li, and even Luo Shixin, big and small successful people, all gave him advice.

But if we want to talk about culture, it may have to be a master like others who is more comprehensive.

Our nation, our culture that has lasted for thousands of years is like this. Most of the time, it seems that we are looking at money and interests. We don't have too much religious belief. It is very realistic, but at every historical point, there is always sacrifice for righteousness. There is a constant stream of people, who don’t care about their own interests or even their lives, and the elites die from generation to generation, as a role model for this nation, to drive more people to exchange for the glory of each generation, this is called righteousness.”

Long Zhiyu was surprised, she seemed to hear something unbelievable.

That's right, Mr. Zha pointed to Zhao Dezhu, who was still holding chopsticks and holding a chicken wing in his mouth: Compared to using games to make it ancient and elegant, which attracted a lot of praise and admiration, he chose to directly attack the depths of human nature, using games A knife, to scrape off the abscess of fun and pleasure, and give it to those who yearn for hope, which one is more chivalrous?

The bones on the tip of your tongue haven't been spit out yet, you suddenly give such an evaluation.

Before Zhao Dezhu could speak, Long Zhiyu, who had arrived at the Yellow School ten thousand years ago, was already there: You have won the award, you have won the award, he is definitely not as tall as you said, really, when he first came to school, he was cynical and slovenly, and now I don’t like reading now, and I don’t have the habit of studying knowledge. It’s just that he is really working hard and trying to help change every student around. You may not know that most of the higher vocational colleges like ours are low-income in the city and struggling to finish their studies in the countryside. Children in high school, their starting conditions in all aspects are indeed very low. Giving them a second chance to start is our idea of ​​doing a good job in higher vocational education. It is definitely not as tall as you said, so don’t praise him too much, he will float .”

Zhao Dezhu enjoys it as much as he likes, enjoying the feeling of the two working together.

But in the end when he heard Piao, he still made a contemptuous grinning face.

He quietly turned his body sideways so that Long Zhiyu wouldn't see it.

Everyone else laughed.

Luo Shixin finally plucked up the courage to speak: Mrs. Zhao, I think Zhao Sheng is the righteousness that Mr. Youcha said. When I first met him, I was very surprised. When I contacted him on the phone, I thought he was the same age in his 30s and 40s. He obviously has a lot of opportunities to make money, but he chooses to exchange golf teaching aids and teaching materials for his students with me. From the fact that he takes the students out to play golf, I can also see that kind of... Well, Mrs. Zhao, I have seen a few girls I have a child, and I am really grateful for Zhao Sheng, but he really treats them like students and maintains the way of a gentleman...

Long Zhiyu's face twitched, you must have never seen that designer before!

Luo Shixin has really seen it before, it's just the souls of two mature men and women, pretending to be alike in front of everyone.

But her expression made Jin Daxia laugh again: Interesting, interesting, you two will be very happy in this life, but Mrs. Zhao should not pay too much attention to this matter. It is normal for a talented man to be romantic.

Before Long Zhiyu could open his mouth, Zhao Dezhu's super strong desire to survive clicked his tongue: You say it's you, I have no talent, I'm familiar with it, and I will send a lawyer's letter if I talk nonsense.

Now even Ah Lek and the others laughed.

Long Zhiyu said coldly: It's okay, I'm too lazy to talk about you right now.

Go back and tidy up.

Mr. Zha was overjoyed: Mrs. Zhao, when I read Shi Shuo Xin Yu when I was a child, I couldn't help secretly admiring the unrestrained words and deeds of the celebrities in Wei and Jin Dynasties recorded in it. Later, I realized that they were artificial. A few years ago, I worked hard to read the official history of Wei and Jin Dynasties. He Zeng, Wang Yan, Wang Rong, Pan Yue, etc., a large number of romantic celebrities and black-clothed children, are actually very wretched and dirty, and the despicableness of their political career and real life is in perfect contrast to their beautiful speech.

Long Zhiyu also felt quite the same when he heard it. There are not enough bright people seen in the first class?

There are indeed too many dirty and wretched things behind it.

Nodding slightly, Mr. Cha continued: I'm older now, I've experienced a lot of things in the world, and I've seen a lot of people. You can tell whether you're really cool or just pretend to be pretty. I like He Lan. Uncle made friends not only because of his profound knowledge, versatility, and deep friendship with me, but also because of his unrestrained and unrestrained style, like Linghu Chong, Duan Yu, Guo Jing, and Qiao Feng, all four are good people, but I prefer to be with Linghu Chong Brother and Young Master Duan are friends.

Finally pointing at Zhao Dezhu to Long Zhiyu: So I believe that you can be like Ren Yingying, understand the general principles of righteousness, but don't worry about it too tightly, let him be more unrestrained, meet little sister Yilin, drink with Lan Fenghuang It's okay too.

Zhao Dezhu couldn't bear this kind of blood spurt, and before Long Zhiyu sneered, he jumped out and said righteously: Thank you! No need! Really no need!

Seeing his mischievous appearance, Long Zhiyu tried hard to cover her mouth with the back of her hand, but couldn't hide her smile.

It is even more unbelievably bright.

Mr. Zha may also be in a daze, and superimposed these into two couples in his own writing, laughing: Alright, I will still sell you the copyright of one book at a time at the price of one yuan.

Zhao Dezhu was so exaggerated that he dropped his chopsticks on the ground...

Big bucks.