He was caught fishing at work, and he dragged the female CEO into the water with Qin Xun and Xia Nin

Zheng Mingquan glanced at the comment area of ​​Qin Xun's live broadcast room, and his face became even more ugly.

"Uncle, stop laughing, I'm scared!"

"Gradually changing, damn!"

"Others deliver food out of necessity in life, but you deliver food out of necessity!"

“The first time I watched the live broadcast, I had the urge to call the police!”

"Perverted takeaway guy!"

"Brother, I have never begged anyone in my life. Now please hold your phone higher. Raise it to the moral high ground. I want to judge those women who are not wearing underwear from the perspective of God!"

"Aren't you a script writer? What are you doing?"

"It's like fishing. It turns out that artists can just look at women's breasts and fish around under the pretext of looking for inspiration?"

"Brother No. 1 on the list is really a big injustice!"

……

Zheng Mingquan was so angry that he quit Douyin and threw his phone on his desk.

"What a bunch of congenial beasts!"

"Liu Gang still vowed today to let me go to the live broadcast room to supervise the writing of the manuscript at any time. He said he was providing super VVVVVIP service?"

"Is this service an honest and fair way of fishing?"

"Service is shit!"

He said angrily while creating a new document on his computer.

"If you can't hand in the manuscript after three days, don't blame me for stealing your ideas without respecting moral principles."

As he spoke, he began to write an outline of the story on the document.

"Wandering Blue Star"

[100 years later, the sun will expand rapidly...]

……

the next day.

Zheng Mingquan got up early before dawn and continued working on manuscripts at his computer desk.

Since yesterday afternoon, he has been writing the story "The Wandering Blue Star". The more he writes, the happier he becomes, and the more he writes, the more excited he becomes. He is as high as taking medicine.

Cool!

That's cool!

It’s so cool!

I wrote the manuscript without sleep or food, writing every word carefully.

Before I knew it, I was busy until three in the afternoon.

Zheng Mingquan was confused. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. He couldn't help but take out his mobile phone, open Douyin, and go to Qin Xun's live broadcast room to watch it.

I found that Qin Xun was indeed very diligent and was still broadcasting live.

The title is still "Lost Little Book Boy, Writing Scripts Online", but it is still selling dog meat.

At this time, there were more than 5000 viewers in the live broadcast room.

I saw that the camera of the live broadcast room was facing a club room with ambiguous lighting.

There are two massage beds in the room.

Qin Xun was lying on a bed with his arms and legs spread out, wearing a mask and sunglasses.

There was a woman standing next to the other bed, also wearing a mask and sunglasses.

Qin Xun turned his head and glanced at the camera and said.

"Brothers, I was really tired this morning when I was delivering food and helping my first wife to catch someone raping me. I was also scratched several times by the woman."

"After working hard for so long, I'm going to enjoy myself in the afternoon."

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

The woman shouted "Come in."

A waiter wearing a white shirt and bow tie came in, bowed and asked.

"Hello distinguished guests, do you need a massage or some health care?"

Before Qin Xun could speak, the woman immediately spoke up.

"Massage, massage!"

"Um... are there any female technicians over 50 years old here?"

Qin Xun immediately jumped up from the bed.

"Forget it!"

"A female technician over 50 might as well find me a male technician."

The woman nodded vigorously and said "Yeah".

"Please find him a male technician over 50 years old."

"I don't need it anymore!"

Qin Xun lay back on the bed, his limbs trembling like a cow about to be electrocuted, and he was almost foaming at the mouth.

The comments in the live broadcast room exploded.

"999, 6 doubled!"

"Did the anchor take his wife to get a major health care treatment? Is he so strictly controlled?"

"I never expected that people who engage in art like to be old and strong."

"50 years old, male technician?"

"You are spending money to buy your suffering!"

"You will be punished by God for fishing while working!"

……

Zheng Mingquan snorted coldly and shook his head.

What the hell?

Now that the second day is almost over, Qin Xun didn't write a word, and went to the health club again to find inspiration?

suddenly.

Zheng Mingquan heard Qin Xun's voice in the live broadcast room.

"Hey, my top brother, Brother Xiang, is here!"

"Thank you, Brother Xiang, for the carnival!"

He immediately exited the live broadcast room, frowning in disgust.

Thanks to your mother, you still want to defraud me of the gift?

If you give it to the dog, I won’t give it to you either!

Zheng Mingquan put his phone aside, regained his serious expression, and continued to devote himself to the creation of the story.

If you don’t write, I will!

Can this genius idea really be wasted?

You bitch is such a waste of natural resources!

……

Day three, four o'clock in the afternoon.

Beijing, a study room in a luxurious villa.

Zheng Mingquan typed the next line.

【Complete book】

Typed another line.

[Signature: Qingquan Liuxiang]

After writing, he leaned back on the chair and exhaled a long breath, as if he had fulfilled his wish for many years, entered the time of the sage, and was silent for a long time.

suddenly.

He heard footsteps and turned to look at Liu Gang who was standing aside.

Liu Gang had been left hanging on the sofa for more than ten minutes. Today he came to communicate with him whether he wanted to work together to eat Beiying Film and Television.

But now Qin Xun spent three days proving that he couldn't do it.

He loves fishing so damn much!

Bad work attitude!

Not worth the investment!

Zheng Mingquan looked up at Liu Gang, saw him staring at his computer, and said with a smile.

"Mr. Liu, you can't blame me for plagiarizing my ideas!"

"It's already five o'clock, and Qin Xun hasn't handed over the manuscript yet. According to the contract, he has to compensate me double the deposit for a total of 400 million." "But I have a lot of money, so I won't care about this kid."

"For such a good idea to shine in my hands, it doesn't mean his talent has been buried."

"After some time, he saw "The Wandering Blue Star" being released in major movie theaters across the country, no, around the world."

"He will definitely thank me!"

He was keenly aware of a flash of displeasure in Liu Gang's eyes, but he didn't care and stood up to make way for him.

"Mr. Liu, could you please read the science fiction novel "The Wandering Blue Star" that I wrote over the past three days without sleep or food?"

"A total of thirty-two thousand one hundred and twenty-three words!"

"You can give me some opinions. If there are no problems, I will hand it over to Orange Media's gold medal screenwriter to adapt it into a movie."

Hearing this, Liu Gang glanced at Zheng Mingquan expressionlessly, sat down silently and started reading the novel.

The more I looked at it, the more depressed I became.

This Zheng Mingquan deserves to be called a Confucian businessman and is also an avid science fiction fan.

The story written here is somewhat interesting to me, a person who doesn't like to read science fiction novels.

It does have some potential to be made into a movie.

However, could I really let him plagiarize my nephew-in-law’s idea in front of me?

Are you dreaming?

Half an hour later, Liu Gang had finished reading the last page and before he could speak, he heard Zheng Mingquan's impatient voice saying.

"How about it?"

"How about it?"

"Mr. Liu, how do you like the novel I wrote?"

"Can you leave a mark in the history of science fiction in Dragon Kingdom?"