Yang Yunruo was very satisfied with the reaction on the Internet, and accepted everyone's blessings safely. It's just that Yun Yao is gone, and he has become the person who has nothing to do.

If it was before Yun Yao, it is estimated that he would have gone to find a job by now, after all, he feels stable only when he has a job. Especially at his age, he is almost thirty, which is not small.

People, especially men, who do not have a particularly stable job when they are approaching their thirties, or who have not climbed into the management of the company, always feel particularly unfulfilled and feel that life is a mess. A lifetime of seeing the end at a glance, during which there is also the responsibility of supporting the family and supporting the old and the young, and since then trembling and trembling on thin ice.

But now, he actually has the idea of wanting Yun Yao to resurrect. All the documents are still there, and what is missing is just people, just channel connections. It's a big deal to treat him as a commercial company, and start slowly from other places first. Those so-called people who praise the stinky feet of "Reading" are mixed up from the bottom, and those who have never been in contact with this circle are not necessarily birds.

As soon as he thought of it, Yang Yunruo posted the information of recruiting salesmen on the Internet. Although the recruitment salesman is the same as the salesman in other industries, the constant phone harassment makes people feel tired, and the independent sales are always a little cheap, but now that they have tried everything, Yang Yunruo just wants to save Yun Yao's industry attributes, and it seems to be very good to be able to sing and make some money.

Although Li Mingxun was entrusted to the lawsuit, the day of the trial was delayed. Wang Yun didn't have a very good way to do this kind of thing, he and Li Mingxun asked more than once, but the court's reply was to ask them to wait for the notice, and the attitude was so humble that you had nothing to say, and the fire couldn't be released. There is no way but to continue to wait until the court notifies you to go.

Yun Yao was scattered, and now that she was alone, she didn't have to get up early to go to work, Yang Yunruo was a little uncomfortable. I still get up early on weekdays, still brushing my teeth, washing my face and changing clothes, but when I go out, I remember that now I have nowhere to go, and the only thing that can accommodate me is this boring apartment.

But it's already packed up, it's already a posture to go out, and it seems impossible to go back to bed and lie down.

In March, Hangzhou carried a wet cotton rain, gently sprinkled like a layer of mist, condensed on people's hair and clothes, but because it could not penetrate this layer of silk, it condensed into tiny but translucent small water droplets on the surface of hair and clothes. Pedestrians did not hold umbrellas, and they opened their arms to receive this magical gift of nature.

Office workers in a hurry, students jumping and jumping, housewives strolling around in pajamas, and old people in the twilight.

Looking at all the things on the street, Yang Yunruo remembered that he had been in Hangzhou for a few months, but he hadn't taken a good look at it except for the first two days.

Turn into an old street, two-storey old houses, and a small time-honored shop on the corner. The sound and aroma of fried fritters and fried spring rolls and scallion pancakes are permeated, mixed with the sound of drinking soy milk. After the boss was busy, the proprietress was dressed weakly, and she had the wrong money in her pocket and laughed at the customer.

"Boss, come to a bowl of tofu brain. Yang Yunruo sat down on a greasy table looking at the door, the sticky and greasy table top was smeared with a layer of glue, and the sound of "stinging" could be heard when his feet were raised on the ground. But it's such a small shop, but it's overcrowded.

"Come...... boss" shouted the boss, "what else do you want the young man to take himself." ”

Yang Yun glanced around, stood up and picked up the plate, took a fritter, and took the two spring rolls. As soon as I sat on the chair, the boss also brought the tofu brain, the white tofu brain, the black marinade, sprinkled with peanut foam, and a few green green onions. He is not a picky eater, he likes both sweet and salty.

"Boss, come to a bowl of salted bean brains....... Half of a beautiful yellow bird sounded in Yang Yunruo's ears with a crisp voice, making people involuntarily turn over to see what kind of beauty she is.

"Hi, everyone, I have now come to the century-old brand in Hangzhou Old Street, the tofu brain here is a must in Hangzhou, and many people come here from far away to have breakfast, just to taste the tofu brain here. "A fashionable girl in a light blue dress is talking to her mobile phone, and her two ponytails are jumping and jumping like ears on her stomach, which is very cute.

Yang Yunruo looked at the young man who was going back and forth and kept explaining. Whether it is on Earth or in this world, Yang Yunruo has watched many anchors' videos, but he has never seen the anchors with his own eyes. Whether it is the earth or the world, many people despise the anchors, saying that they are lazy people, idle people, and people who dream of red dreams and catch fire...... Actually, Yang Yunruoye thought.

It's just that I always feel that I don't have any talent for live broadcasting, for example, if he often doesn't know what to say when facing the camera, because he is not sociable and can't warm up, that kind of live broadcast will be very embarrassing, and there will be no fans.

It seems that he is a star now, if he goes to the live broadcast, will he be able to have some fixed fans? Slowly, I grow a few new songs every day, so I should be able to slowly become popular. I still remember that I have watched a lot of cities, and the protagonists became popular by live broadcasts. It's just that I now have the status of a star, isn't it a bit cheap to do live broadcasts again......

Yang Yunruo withdrew his gaze from the girl, picked up the ceramic spoon, and fed the tofu brain to his mouth one by one, not to mention, this texture and taste really seemed to be a little different from other places.

"Ah, you don't believe me, I'm so sad......" The girl pretended to be sad and clutched her brow to her chest, looking like I was hurt.

"Well, you're suspicious of me, I'll find someone to interview you. The girl glanced at the shop, walked to Yang Yunruo's side and said, "Handsome guy, I'm the anchor Sweetheart Xinxin, I'm here to make a special show for food, can you help me tell my fans, is the tofu brain here delicious?"

"It was delicious, I thought it was very good. Yang Yunruo nodded at the phone and said.

"Thanks, you hear me now. My sweetheart Xinxin can still tell lies, and it can't be ......." was affirmed by Yang Yunruo, and the girl happily continued to interact with her fans.