Ask for recommendations, ask for collections!!

"Aren't we going to the company? Meng Zuo sat in the passenger seat and felt that something was wrong.

Ai Qiqi was still very serious, she glanced at Meng Zuo: "Who told you that you want to go to the company?"

"It's a working day, why don't you go to the company?"

Aiqiqi's head almost hit the steering wheel: "Do you think the agent has five insurances and one housing fund, five days a fixed one, and two days off?"

I don't have anything to do this morning, so I'll take you to the mall and take care of it. “

Meng Zuo immediately shrunk his neck: "I don't have any money!"

"Aren't you rich? If you want to become famous, you have to be willing! Don't talk nonsense, it's all here!" Ai Qiqi doesn't care what Meng Zuo's psychology is, anyway, she can go shopping without spending money, it's good!

The two men parked their cars and walked straight into the mall.

"This is the largest shopping mall in S City, and our company still has a certain amount of shares in this shopping mall, so as long as you show your employee card, you can get a ninety-five discount here. Ai Qiqi was a little proud, obviously she was complacent about her entry into East China Media.

"You are a person, you look good, and your clothes are okay, but the brand is too ordinary, at first glance, it is a stall, you don't even have a watch in your wrist, and as an artist, you always have to have a little decoration on your neck, right?" Ai Qiqi looked Meng Zuo up and down, and commented for a while.

The more Meng Zuo listened, the more scared he became, there were more than 7,000 in his bank card, and he couldn't afford to buy such a luxurious shopping mall if he emptied himself.

"Oh yes, how much money do you have?" said Akiki, who was slow in her brain circuit, only now remembering to ask.

Meng Zuo was about to cry: "Sister, just spare me, I have more than 7,000 in my bank card, you have your uncle, I am alone, lonely, and I still have to live!"

"More than seven thousand? Well, it's a little little, I want to think about it......" Ai Qiqi directly ignored the second half of Meng Zuo's words, and only how to shop was the most enjoyable in her heart.

"Let's buy an Armani with a steel belt, and two pairs of GUUKA pants, their pants are loose and comfortable, which fit you, and then the clothes ...... It's good to be a playboy, buy three or four pieces, buy three pairs of shoes, two pairs of Vance shoes, and then a Li-Ning high-top shoes, okay, almost. Ai Qiqi also glanced at Meng Zuo helplessly, "Your money is too small, you can only buy some low-profile versions." ”

"Sister, you have spent my money, where will I live in the future!" Meng Zuo listened to Ai Qiqi even think about where to buy it, and felt that the bank card was no longer his own.

"Aren't you rich if you're hot?"

"How can I be popular! I haven't skimmed the eight characters yet!" Meng Zuo thought that Ai Qiqi was a bit too naïve, and she didn't want to go through the ups and downs of society for several years at all.

Ai Qiqi also has a lot of complaints about Meng Zuo, she feels that Meng Zuo has no overall situation, no self-knowledge, a young artist like him who is powerful and handsome (with a good figure), as long as he promotes it enough, he will definitely become popular. Aqiki actually already has the idea of being his agent.

No matter what the two people think, in the end, it must be one person who has the final say-Aiqi.

Just kidding, people are big brothers, and the younger brother dares to talk back, which is already considered backbone.

Because Aiqiqi still had work in the afternoon, the two of them galloped and spent little money left.

After shopping, Akiki was satisfied, shook her hair, and drove away.

Looking at Meng Zuo again, with a sad face, carrying a large bag and a bank card that felt lighter, he swept a shared bicycle, swallowed tears into his stomach, and walked away.

Passers-by wandered around the commercial street and saw a handsome guy buying a bunch of mid-to-high-end brand things, and then riding a shared bicycle, all looking sideways.

Meng Zuo returned home, looked at more than a dozen bags of boxes, and looked at the thirteen yuan and one cent in the mobile bank, and wanted to die.

It's almost all about to give him flowers, and there's really not a drop left!

To tell the truth, those clothes, pants and watches are really good-looking, if it was left in the past, he had one or two million, and painting tens of thousands of dollars to buy some costume jewelry is sprinkling water, and now he is thousands of dollars, and he actually spent it all!

Loser!

Ai Qiqi said that he would definitely be popular, and he thought so, but fire also needs time, so how can he make money before that?

Meng Zuo grimaced, sitting in his bedroom at a loss.

"A big man, isn't it just a little money, as for it!" Xiao Jiu's voice came.

Meng Zuo was already surprised by Xiao Jiu's sudden voice, and he took over the words: "You are a full man, you don't know that a hungry man is hungry!"

"Who told you to buy so many things?" Xiao Jiu complained.

"Did I buy it? Didn't you see that tigress holding my bank card and clicking it! When we first met, I thought she was very diligent and thrifty, but I didn't expect to go shopping more fiercely than anyone else. Meng Zuo complained ruthlessly, he usually doesn't say bad things about others behind his back, but today he really can't bear it.

Xiao Jiu was amused, thinking that it wasn't you who took the card to her, but didn't say it.

"It's okay, with your talent, isn't it easy to make money?" Xiao Jiu said comfortingly.

"No matter how talented I am, I have to have a channel to perform!" Meng Zuo leaned back, and the whole person was lying on the bed on all fours, he was now poor and white.

Bite!

The mobile phone rang, and it was Mo Lao, the chairman of the Children's Writers Association, calling.

Before separating in the hospital yesterday, Mo Lao added Meng Zuo's WeChat and mobile phone number, but this old man is still more accustomed to calling.

"Hey, Mo Lao, are you okay?" Meng Zuo immediately changed his tone.

"Hahahaha, it's very good, I'm fine, kid, you didn't introduce yourself well yesterday, I only learned today that you were a top student of the Central Conservatory of Music, and you graduated with the first grade. On the other end of the phone came the voice of Mo Lao, who was old but energetic.

"Yesterday the situation was urgent, and I didn't have time to introduce it, so I will definitely discuss literature with you when I have the opportunity. Meng Zuo is very good at answering.

"Okay, okay, Xiao Meng, I have something to ask you for help, see if you have ......"

"Yes, yes, there must be!" Meng Zuo's hair stood on end, could he not agree?

"Ah, that's fine, we discussed it with more than a dozen writers associations this morning, and decided to train you to become a rising star in the world of children's literature. Mo Lao's voice was slightly excited when he said this.

"Then how can this be called a help? I'm so honored!" When Meng Zuo heard this, he was going to be famous! If he could make a name for himself in the literary world, he would also be able to make a name for himself.

No, should I be tactful?

"Ahem, Mo Lao......" Meng Zuo's voice suddenly became lower, and his tone became different, "There is a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not." ”

"Uh-huh, kid, you say. "Mo Lao is obviously very tolerant of this genius.

"As you know, I graduated from the Central Conservatory of Music, and I worked very hard in the four years of school, and I never missed a minute of study. Meng Zuo leaned his elbows on the bed, a wicked smile on his face.

"I'm working so hard for my dream, I want to be an excellent artist, and as for writing stories, it's to make money to support my dreams......"

"Yes, I know about you. Mo Lao listened carefully.

Meng Zuo laid the groundwork for so long and decided to get to the point, he cleared his throat: "Although I don't have much money to continue to support my dreams now, I still don't want to give up this dream I made since I was a child, and I don't want to lose my opportunity to realize my dream because of lack of money, so I go to write, I write stories, and I become an editor."

However, now, I have resigned, but I am still far from becoming a successful artist, I will definitely help you when you say that you are busy, and I am also very grateful for your cultivation, but I am dedicated to two things, and my body really can't keep up with my energy. ”

As he spoke, Meng Zuo cried a little.

"Child, don't cry, you work so hard to chase your dreams, I am very moved, you can rest assured, since we choose to cultivate you, we will never let you be hungry and warm. We're going to make a lead recommendation spot on the children's website, and you can just write a story every week.

As for the salary, we originally planned to give you a minimum salary of 5,000, and then divide the funds into 55 according to the amount of rewards and clicks, so let's have a meeting in a while, and try to disagree with the public, you are seven, I am three, okay?"

Syllable!

Meng Zuo's phone fell.

I was going to give him so much money!

Didn't you cry poor in vain just now?