Chapter 42: Zheng Xiaoyu's Workplace Theory (4 more)
When Meng Ke dragged Zheng Xiaoyu across the street, in fact, Liang Fei happened to be watching not far away, he really didn't mean to wait for Meng Ke, it was purely a coincidence.
As for why Liang Fei was able to recognize Meng Ke, of course, it was because of Zheng Xiaoyu's live broadcast room, and the video of twisting his ass that night, if anyone who has seen it, will definitely be impressed.
Looking at the 'little couple' pulling and pulling from afar.
Liang Fei concluded that the reason why Shen Weiwei could get that song for free must be because of Zheng Xiaoyu's identity, a young man, it is very reasonable to pay a little talent for love.
Pouted, to be honest, Liang Fei was still quite envious, after all, as a forty-year-old single dog, he would feel embarrassed about what kind of dog food he ate.
"It turns out that it's good to make girls angry under traffic lights. Liang Fei said to himself, "When a girl doesn't want to go, she can grab someone's little hand openly, obey the traffic rules in the name of beauty, and if you change me, I want to drag it too." β
There was a snap.
Liang Fei slapped himself and secretly warned him to be calm and restrained, he was a person with status, not an ordinary uncle.
In fact, you really can't blame Liang Fei for picking thorns, even Zheng Xiaoyu himself has a hard time, his male best friend, seems to be getting more and more presumptuous recently, and he has to take advantage of himself when he eats, hooligan! What do you keep saying, you didn't like your mother at all when you were in college?
Ghost believes!
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Exquisite dΓ©cor, huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and unbeatable views of the city are the additional services behind the super high price.
Zheng Xiaoyu sat down very politely.
Then waved her hand, called the waiter, and while flipping through the menu, she observed Meng Ke's expression, she was actually wondering: "Is Meng Ke crazy, he said that he would eat a big meal, which floor has no restaurant, and he chose it on the top floor! Look at this price, there is no one below 1,000 yuan, it's over, and eighty percent of them are going to be hungry at noon." β
Zheng Xiaoyu covered her face, she didn't want to order food a little, she was sorry to order less, she ordered more, she was really afraid of eating the overlord meal and being embarrassed.
After flipping through the menu for two minutes, Zheng Xiaoyu found that Meng Ke answered the phone, then waved his hand behind him, put down his hand and apologized embarrassedly: "Xiaoyu'er, I'm really sorry, I met a good friend, why don't you eat together?" You should also know a colleague from your cousin's company." β
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"Don't worry, eat whatever you want, don't worry about money, Yinyue Records has a big business, and you can't eat poorly. β
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"Take out your strength, attack on the beautiful girl, I'm optimistic about you. β
Meng Ke gave Zheng Xiaoyu an encouraging look, and then suddenly seemed to remember something: "Wait for me to chat with the other party for five minutes, and then you can start the live broadcast. β
Under Zheng Xiaoyu's stunned gaze, Meng Ke skillfully shook hands with Liang Fei, sat down, and ordered wildly without blushing and heartbeat, and the price of the menu soared over five figures in minutes.
The dishes are ready.
Each of them picked up a glass of red wine and clinked their glasses gently.
Putting down the wine glass and laboriously eating a few bites of food with a fork, Liang Fei finally spoke: "Classmate Meng, our company has a general understanding of your situation, do you need me to introduce Yinyue Records?"
Meng Ke forked a piece of steak, chewed it heavily, and said vaguely: "No, no, you can find it on the Internet, and besides, Xiao Yu'er's cousin often mentions your company to her, we all understand, we all understand, you just get down to business." β
Buy a song, buy a song.
Talking about what to do with these useless things, I sell songs and don't pick companies.
"When will I ......" Zheng Xiaoyu heard that he was about to refute, and then under the dinner table, he was pinched by Meng Ke.
"Xiao Yu'er has a very good appetite at all times, don't mind Producer Liang. Meng Ke pointed to the full food on the table.
"Don't mind, it's all as it should be, after all, it's Weiwei's little cousin. Liang Fei smiled as an elder.
Then I heard Zheng Xiaoyu muttering: "Who is small, you are small." β
To be honest, Zheng Xiaoyu's figure is already very good, but she still cares very much about the size, after all, not every girl can have an upper circumference like Yu Jirui.
"By the way, Sister Xiaoyu, do you think which one is more promising, an online writer or a white-collar worker with a stable source of income?" Liang Fei glanced at Meng Ke, who was a little confused, and began to lead the topic to his own rhythm.
According to Liang Fei's strategy, he will first break through Meng Ke's 'girlfriend', use the pillow wind as the main means of attack, and then give certain entry policy preferences, I believe it will definitely be caught.
"Internet writers. Zheng Xiaoyu answered the question very seriously, after all, he was his cousin's leader and colleague.
"Why?" Liang Fei was puzzled.
"Didn't you ask which one is more profitable? It must be faster to write novels to make money, white-collar workers only have dead wages, it's too fixed, not to mention in a big city like Mingzhu, even if it's a second-tier city like Nanchuan, if you want to buy a house, I'm afraid you have to work for a lifetime. "Zheng Xiaoyu is a very realistic girl, otherwise she would not have taken out a loan to buy a house and pay off the mortgage just after graduation, she has studied the problem of money very thoroughly, more thoroughly than Shen Weiwei.
"Uncle Liang, I have calculated an account before, excluding five insurances and one housing fund, according to the most stable civil servant in Nanchuan City, from entry to retirement, the approximate income is 1.8 million. β
Zheng Xiaoyu stretched out his finger: "What can you do with 1.8 million? You can't buy a house without eating or drinking! And I also calculated that a small child, from birth to graduation from college, if his grades are average, he doesn't need to spend school choice fees, and he will probably use 1.5 million." β
"Young people always have to have children, and this is still the case of only children, 1.8 million minus 1.5 million, leaving 300,000. Food, clothing, housing, transportation, firewood, rice, oil and salt, in fact, there is no side income, and the left, left and right are not enough to spend. Zheng Xiaoyu shook his head vigorously, "Anyway, I definitely won't be a white-collar worker, it's boring, by the way, Meng Ke knows the online novel you asked best." Usually, the manuscript fee is really not much, but what if it becomes popular, a book will be eaten for a lifetime, and the income will exceed 10 million per minute, which is very easy to calculate. β
Liang Fei covered his forehead, looking like what kind of strange theory this was, looking at Zheng Xiaoyu and still having something to say, he quickly interrupted: "Internet writers are still not very stable, not as stable as white-collar workers." β
"How is it possible, the Internet writer is at least creating value for himself, and the white-collar worker is working for the boss, what if the company goes bankrupt one day? What if the boss hangs up? What if you pay a hundred times the effort for the work, and it is directly robbed, this is an unknown risk. Zheng Xiaoyu explained bitterly, as if Liang Fei had been in dire straits.
It's not the right rhythm.
Didn't you come to Zhao'an?
Shut up, little girl......