Weird Gacha Machine

"What's wrong?" Yin Mu asked.

"No." Song Qingqiao was the kind of person who would rather not tell than lie.

So if he said no, then he really didn't.

"I heard that you... have been working as a mannequin recently?" Yin Mu asked pretending not to care.

"Well, the kind that wears clothes."

Hey, didn't ask this again.

"Boss Yin, go to sleep, I'm so sleepy." Song Qingqiao turned over and hugged Yin Mu, either because she was sleepy or because she didn't want him to continue asking.

Originally, Song Qingqiao had no class the next morning, but he said he was going to be a model and left early.

Kuang Nan went to the classroom and waited for him. He thought of a way to get Song Qingqiao to come out quickly. Being a model was something to do in the afternoon.

"If what you said next is still not feasible, you'd better not look for me again." Song Qingqiao sat there, sketching on Kuang Nan's drawing board.

"This is feasible, but the degree of difficulty is a little higher." Kuang Nan took out his mobile phone and showed Song Qingqiao a few painters of big V on Weibo, "Did you see, draw comics."

If the proud artist Song Da wanted to draw comics, would he have to wait until now?

"Not feasible, goodbye."

"Hey, I'll go! You don't have any other talents except painting!" Kuang Nan just wanted to say, bear with it, we're not all about money.

Song Qingqiao asked, "Does taking a photo count?"

Kuang Nan's eyes glowed like seeing a money tree: "Forget it! Why don't you count it!"

There is a way!

"Let me tell you, you see so many internet celebrities, you can just look for them and ask whoever wants to make a film, after that we will have a way out!"

"How to say?"

"There are so many internet celebrity fans! After you take the photo, ask them to note that you are the one who took the photo. If you take the photo well, people will naturally pay attention to it!"

"But I don't want to do that."

Kuang Nan had no choice but to persuade: "You just take pictures, I'll do Weibo here."

Song Qingqiao felt that things were not that simple: "You are so dedicated to helping me make money, how much do you want to make?"

This is getting to the point, Kuang Nan also looks like a master who regards money as his life, he said: "How about I be your manager?"

The matter hasn't been resolved yet, so you're talking about such a long-term plan, you're so clever.

"First, let's register a Weibo." Kuang Nan typed proficiently, "Take a nickname, what's your pen name?"

"If it rains."

"Ruoyu!?"

"no?"

"Okay!" The uncle said whatever he wanted, "Registration is complete, then apply for certification, you go home and find a bigger prize."

"Is the illustration subtitle enough?"

……

"How long?"

"gold."

Kuang Nan was on the verge of kneeling and hugging Song Qingqiao's thigh: "Boss, our prosperity is just around the corner."

Song Qingqiao grinned: "Don't let us both, let's get things done first."

The two walked home quietly, leaving the trophies and certificates at home, and had to take photos and upload them for authentication.Originally, Song Qingqiao said that he would go back by himself, but Kuang Nan insisted on following, holding his boss's leg firmly like a dog's skin plaster, lest if he didn't pay attention, what would happen if the boss went back on his word?

I don't know if Yin Mu has gone out.

Song Qingqiao pressed the combination lock, and there were two pairs of slippers at the door, and Yin Mu was not at home.

"Is your roommate not allowed to bring someone back?" Kuang Nan didn't understand why he was so sneaky.

"No." It's true, I said it before.

Song Qingqiao let him in, took off his shoes and bare feet, then turned around and went to the original room to look for the certificate.

Yin Mu, who went downstairs to buy cigarettes, was shivering from the cold. It's already March, and winter hasn't passed yet.

After pressing the lock and entering the house, he found a barefoot man wandering in the living room of his house.

Do it, it's a thief! ?

Hurry up to go out and close the door, resisting firmly to prevent the thief inside from coming out, even if he dare not jump off the building.

"Hey, Police Officer Su, thieves have broken into my house! Come here quickly!"

"No, classmate, I'm not a thief! I'm here with Song Qingqiao!" The people inside knocked on the door.

???

"Officer Su is fine, there was a misunderstanding."

Yin Mu re-entered the room and faced Kuang Nan, looked at it, and indeed, he looked like an art student.She looks very delicate, wearing big-rimmed glasses, and a little shorter than him.If it is really a thief, there is still a chance of winning in a hand-to-hand fight.

Song Qingqiao heard the commotion outside, and bumped into Yin Mu's expression begging for explanation.

"Boss Yin, I made a mistake, so I came back to get something, and he insisted on following."

Kuang Nan's heart is like a dead dog, how can he talk well with his roommate, but not with him?

"Hello, my name is Kuang Nan, and I am Song Qingqiao's senior."

It's you!

Yin Mu took the opportunity to cast a glance at Song Qingqiao: "Yin Mu, his roommate."

Song Qingqiao didn't want Kuang Nan to continue talking to Yin Mu, and urged, "What else do you need? Take it together and go."

"Have you taken any pictures? Show me first."

"Success, go in and talk."

Filmed? ? ?Wow, this bastard is too irritating, not to mention taking outsiders home, and showing people the photos, everyone in the world except Yin Mu can see the photos in his camera, right?

Boss Yin, who was in a bad mood, sat alone in the living room smoking a stuffy cigarette.

For a full hour, the two of them entered the room and never came out.

Finally, Brother Huang arrived at the Shura Field with several large packages of Xinjiang dishes.

"He really brought other people back?" Xu Huang still couldn't believe it.

"You'll know when you call him out."

Xu Huang used his non-breathing trick of knocking on the door again.

"Brother Huang."

"Do you want to eat lunch, Brother Qiao?" Xu Huang's accent was strange and just right.

"Eat, senior, have lunch."

Song Qingqiao was still sitting next to Yin Mu, and Kuang Nan was sitting next to Xu Huang.

"Are you two free from class today?" Song Qingqiao asked.

"Afternoon." Yin Mu replied.

"Then I'll pick you up then."

"Pick me up for what?"

"I just want to pick it up." Song Qingqiao laughed.

Yin Mu felt uncomfortable eating, looked up, Kuang Nan's big piercing eyes exuded an unusually resolute look through the glass lens and cast him on his face without hesitation.

"What...what do you mean?" Yin Mu kicked Xu Huang underneath.

"Ah?" Xu Huang exchanged glances with Song Qingqiao in his busy schedule, "Why are you staring at Boss Yin all the time, you?"

"His face has a golden ratio, and you won't understand if you tell me." Kuang Nan was still pondering, "No wonder the photos look so good."

"Song, Qing, Qiao!" The war was about to break out, Yin Mu punched Song Qingqiao without saying a word, and was grabbed by the wrist.

"Boss Yin, someone is here. I'll call you at night."

Xu Huang can only say, it's all love, dignity is nothing in front of love.

"You two are so kind." Kuang Nan thought of how Song Qingqiao had treated her these past few days, and felt sorry for herself inexplicably.

"You can't come if you're envious." Xu Huang advised him.

Song Qingqiao put down his chopsticks and stopped eating, and said to Kuang Nan, "If you keep staring at him, I will log off the account immediately."

"Why don't you just take a look, stingy."

"What account to cancel?" Yin Mu grabbed his head.

"Game account!" Kuang Nan answered first.

Song Qingqiao couldn't lie to Yin Mu, he had to let others lie to him.

clumsy.Let's see if I won't beat you to death tonight.

Not to mention, Kuang Nan is really good at online marketing. Song Qingqiao just provided him with some works, and when he looked at his Weibo account in a few days, he already had [-] fans.

"I bought zombie fans." Kuang Nan said, "Necessary investment, remember to return the money to me when you make money in the future."

But Song Qingqiao still couldn't figure out what the point of doing this was.Are there fans who are more amazing?

"Brother Qiao! There's a job coming!" Kuang Nan was so excited that he almost dropped his phone when he received the private message.

The client's ID is a well-known illustration magazine in China, and she directly followed "Ruoyu".

[Mr. Ruoyu, this magazine is currently planning a special issue for the fifth anniversary, and hopes to cooperate with you, and hopes to receive a reply. 】

"It seems that the money is really not wasted."

Kuang Nan didn't have a deep understanding of Song Qingqiao's popularity at first, but now that he knows it, he bought [-] zombie fans, bought a pornographic self-media marketing, and started working under the name "Ruoyu" .

[Hello, you can contact me directly for specific cooperation matters, phone: xxxxxxxxxxx]

Not long after, Song Qingqiao's phone rang with a very gentle female voice.

"Is this Mr. Ruoyu? I am the editor of xx magazine."

Mr. Ruoyu always feels weird.

"I'm."

"The theme of our magazine's fifth anniversary special issue is mythology. We hope to cooperate with you on five to fifteen pages. Your signature will be reserved for channel promotion. Do you charge per page or per set?"

Song Qingqiao's head got dizzy when he heard it: "Take it according to your mood."

Kuang Nan was in a fog on the side, seeing him hang up the phone, he hurriedly asked: "What did you say?"

"Call me to the company for an interview."

Kuang Nan himself, having been unlucky for more than twenty years, finally picked up a cornucopia!

Yin Mu suspected that Song Qingqiao was very likely to be obsessed with a certain online game recently, not to mention going out early and returning late, and had to lock him in his room for an hour or two before coming out.And according to eavesdropping on the door, he is always on the voice.

"Playing with things and losing one's ambition." Yin Mu said so, and continued typing on his thesis.

Song Qingqiao went to the magazine for an interview and signed the contract, fifteen pages, each page priced at [-] yuan, excluding Kuang Nan's expenses for buying fans and marketing, he could make a net profit of about [-] yuan.Although it was far from his expectation, this order might be able to promote the picture book, which is worthwhile in the long run.

But this manuscript is very important, and only half a month is given to him.He still has no clue. He is extremely bad at this kind of theme-delineating project.I go to the library all day to read little books and fairy tales, and I have to start a manuscript when I get home, and I am so busy.

"What have you been doing lately, Xiao Song?" Yin Mu lay on the bed, touched Song Qingqiao's dark circles, and then pinched his face.

"Drafting."

Hey, if you don't ask you, you really don't know what to say.

"Yes, making money is more important." Yin Mu withdrew his hands and tightened the quilt tightly.

The heating in City B has been stopped, and it is a bit cold at the end of March.

"Indeed, it's not easy to make a living." Song Qingqiao turned sideways and sniffed his neck. The smell of chamomile was still strong, and her impetuous mood could be calmed down a little.

"How's the picture book?" Yin Mu was tickled by him and pushed his head away.

"Now it is being printed in a unified way, and the Chinese and Japanese editions have printed [-] copies each."

"Will it be too little?"

"Make sure it's sold out first."

Surely it will be sold out... right?

The author has something to say:

Persimmons have to be picked softly

Brother Kuang Nan is the cutest little persimmon among all the members hehehe