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Qiu Xiaobai sent a message to Hu Shuo in her office, and when she drove to work in the morning, she thought all the way, but she still felt that she should have a good talk with Hu Shuo, hoping that he would change his mind.

So, after dealing with some miscellaneous matters, Qiu Xiaobai sent a message to Hu Shuo again.

It's just that after seeing this reply, she almost smashed her mobile phone directly.

Although Hu Shuo's reply is an imitation of the automatic reply function of WeChat, if your brother imitates it, don't reply after such a long time, okay? ?

The auto-reply function of WeChat message is all seconds back!

Therefore, Qiu Xiaobai directly saw through Hu Shuo's tricks, so the other party was obviously avoiding communication with her.

To put it bluntly, I just don't want to deal with her!

After seeing through this in an instant, Qiu Xiaobai was naturally extremely angry.

immediately sent two messages to Hu Shuo in a row......

"Okay, you negative person!"

"Grab your pants and leave, right~!!"

"Love Apartment" filming set.

After seeing Qiu Xiaobai's reply, Hu Shuo was startled, but he didn't dare to pretend to be dead.

"Mr. Qiu, let's stop joking, okay, in case my wife sees it, and thinks I did something to you......"

"Isn't my analogy appropriate?" Qiu Xiaobai replied angrily.

"No, I just don't like to show my head. Hu Shuo replied.

"It's for your own good!"

"Thanks, but I don't need ......"

"Ever heard of it?"

"What?"

"Kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs!"

"Have you heard the other phrase then?"

"What?"

"The emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry!"

"You ......"

Qiu Xiaobai was speechless.

Because, Hu Shuo's description is indeed very accurate, as the author himself, he is not in a hurry to sign the sale, Qiu Xiaobai is in a hurry for others as an "outsider"!

"It's okay not to sign it, but you have to sign a batch of books after they leave the factory as a reward to the readers. ”

After a long time, Qiu Xiaobai sent another message.

"How many copies?"

Hu Shuo asked, nowadays, when many writers launch new books on the market, they will launch a batch of autographed books signed by the authors to give back to readers, but after all, the workload of autographs is too great, most authors only symbolically sign a few copies, and the rest are signed by staff, and some authors directly use seals instead, and each book is printed with its own seal.

For this kind of behavior, Hu Shuo has complained frantically in his heart, if you use a seal, do you need to seal it?

"1000 copies. ”

Qiu Xiaobai replied.

"Okay. ”

Hu Shuo responded directly, 1,000 books sounds like a lot, but each book is just a signature, half a day is enough.

The main thing is that he also made Qiu Xiaobai angry about the signing, and the people are also kind, now that he has made concessions, Hu Shuo will no longer bargain.

"When the first batch of books leaves the factory, I will inform you, I hope you will be online by then......"

Qiu Xiaobai replied again, obviously still indignant about Hu Shuo's death.

"Rest assured that you will be in ......"

Hu Shuo attached a smiling face at the end of the message, to be honest, as a partner, Qiu Xiaobai can be regarded as okay.

It's just that Hu Shuo doesn't want to expose himself yet, and he refused to sign this time, otherwise, as Qiu Xiaobai said, the signing is a win-win situation for both parties.

……

In the next few days, Hu Shuo didn't go to the set of "Love Apartment" to keep an eye on it, except for taking Zuozuo, he spent his spare time on creation, first wrote a few songs, and then, wrote two movie scripts, and a few children's stories, and lived a very fulfilling life.

September 6th.

Wednesday.

Hu Shuo was invited by Qiu Xiaobai to come to the "Xicheng Printing Factory", and "The Story of Zuozuo" was printed by this factory.

The Xicheng Printing Factory was on the outskirts of Jiangcheng, and Hu Shuo followed the navigation and drove for more than an hour before arriving at the gate of the Xicheng Printing Factory.

From a distance, Hu Shuo saw a Porsche Cayenne parked in front of the factory, he drove over, parked behind the Cayenne, and got out of the car.

Qiu Xiaobai walked out of the Cayenne, her beautiful eyes were full of surprise, she pointed to the Mushang behind Hu Shuo, and asked with an incredulous expression, "This car is yours?"

"Not really. ”

Hu Shuo chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"No wonder, you won't do it at a signing party, it turns out that there is really no shortage of money......" Qiu Xiaobai muttered in a low voice, under normal circumstances, the ratio of a person's car to his total asset value is between 1:10 and 1:20 is more reasonable, and if it is a luxury car, this ratio may be even larger.

In other words, under normal circumstances, the assets of a person who can afford to open a Musanne must be more than 50 million, which is a relatively conservative estimate.

"You're wrong, I'm really short of money. Hu Shuo smiled.

"Cut~!"

Qiu Xiaobai snorted, she, the daughter of China Literature Group, had never driven such a luxurious car, and if Hu Shuo was short of money, of course she didn't believe it.

However, Qiu Xiaobai really didn't expect that the author he signed casually turned out to be a local tyrant himself, which can be verified not only from Hu Shuo's car, but also his dress.

Hu Shuo is wearing a Hermes casual suit today, to say the least, it costs seventy or eighty thousand.

On his wrist, he is also wearing a retro watch of Patek Emerald, which I am afraid that I can't get off without hundreds of thousands.

Suddenly, Qiu Xiaobai became interested in Hu Shuo's background, and she was curious about who Hu Shuo was?

is already such a tyrant, and he even wants to publish a story on the Internet.

"Mr. Qiu, I am a person with a wife and children, and your gaze makes me feel a little weak......"

Seeing Qiu Xiaobai looking at himself stunned, Hu Shuo joked with a smile.

Hearing this, Qiu Xiaobaiqiao's face flushed slightly, she was indeed a little out of shape.

"I'm just curious, what kind of story do people like you write!" Qiu Xiaobai rolled his eyes.

"Make money!" Hu Shuo shrugged.

"Will you be short of money?"

"Mr. Qiu, you are a layman, in this world, is there anyone who is not short of money? Isn't the richest man also busy making money every day?"

"Human desires can never be satisfied, when you have 10,000 yuan, you want to have 100,000 yuan, when you have 100,000 yuan, you want to have 1 million, when you have 1 million, you want to have 10 million, often the richer people want to make more money, I think you should understand this. ”

Hu Shuo said with a smile on his face, what he said was exactly what most people were talking about.

"Let's go sign it......"

Qiu Xiaobai was quite depressed, she found that she couldn't say Hu Shuo at all, and the previous confrontations on WeChat messages also ended in her defeat, so she decisively changed the topic.

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