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Yao Hongguang was going to go to Shili Street tomorrow morning, he was lying on the sofa in the luxury room with his legs crossed, and he clicked on Master Shen's post bar in his laptop.

At this time, the screen is the "bowl of tofu flowers, a chance." ".

He thought about it for a long time and still couldn't understand why Master Shen was so willful, could it be that his 500,000 yuan couldn't compare to a bowl of tofu flowers?

The joke is too big......

Yao Hongguang narrowed his eyes, he deliberately asked someone to check the information of Tianji Pavilion and Shen Qiong, but he stumbled upon a secret.

Many years ago, Tianji Pavilion was also very famous in the local area, but then I don't know why it disappeared overnight.

"Interesting, is it really any hidden secrets?" Yao Hongguang found it more and more interesting.

Even the Tianji Pavilion at its peak was not as popular as it is now.

A good fortune teller, instead of earning money from rich and high-ranking officials, is keen on telling fortunes for ordinary people?

There must be something greasy in this, Yao Hongguang felt that his 500,000 Master Shen wanted very much at that time, but he couldn't accept it for some reason.

"Could it be that something is restraining him?" Yao Hongguang felt that a person like Master Shen who inherited his father's business, and Tianji Pavilion had been in business for three generations, maybe it had really been abiding by some kind of constraint.

He clicked on the stock market and glanced at it, and there were only three stocks in the self-selected stocks, two red and one green.

"Yao Shen, where are you! Come out and have two drinks. At this time, WeChat popped up a voice.

"I wandered around outside, not in Kyoto. Yao Hongguang replied.

"Come on, I can't envy it, a fairy-like life, if only I had your half chic. ”

Yao Hongguang's fingers quickly typed on the mobile phone screen, "Don't spend the family's money, you can go wherever you want." ”

"Yao Shen, don't pretend, you spend hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, it's not the pocket money given by the family, where did you get the money?"

"Guess?"

"I can't guess you, my buddies are envious, Li Zhongnan is going to the UK to study for an MBA next month, and my dad also asked me to go back and study hard with my uncle. ”

"Yes, one day I will run out of food, so I will ask you for relief. Yao Hongguang replied jokingly.

"If you pretend to be forced again, you won't be able to chat, your family is just your son, you must be calm, the money is yours anyway. WeChat friend replied.

Yao Hongguang replied with a smile: "Don't you envy me, right? My father never cares about me, and the property will be all mine." ”

"Day, where are you now, I won't you and won't be able to sleep tonight. WeChat friend replied.

Yao Hongguang decided not to tease the other party, "Okay, I still have something, let's talk next time." "Decisively pretending to be stupid.

Many people envy him, the family has several lifetimes of money that cannot be spent, and his parents will not force him to take over the business.

Some rich second generations of the same age have begun to pay attention one after another and go back to do business with their parents, but he is still so free.

However, no one knows how he could live such a life, because he signed a pact with his father six years ago.

10 million start-up capital, to earn 1.5 billion in 15 years, that is to say, an average of 100 million a year, all the expenses in the 15 years to bear by himself, if the fifteen-year period is not enough 1.5 billion, he must honestly go home to take over the family's business.

In 15 years, you can't take a penny from your family, but in exchange for 15 years of a completely free life, you can do whatever you want.

He was twenty years old at the time, and now he is twenty-six.

The 10 million funds have increased several times, and in addition to his expenses in the past six years, there are nearly 80 million funds.

It took six years to earn tens of millions, and in the next nine years, I will make 1.4 billion, but as far as the current situation stands, this is almost impossible to achieve.

Yao Hongguang is currently counting on Master Shen to give him a little help, but he has no way to make an appointment for fortune telling, in case he comes to the door again, or is he rejected?

He wanted to find out how Master Shen chose the guests, and if he couldn't, he could only make an appointment every day to see his luck, that was not his style.

Yao Hongguang sighed, took out his mobile phone and found that several novels he was reading had been updated, and he immediately clicked in.

……

At this time, Li Zhibin, who was on the evening shift, was covering his ears in the apron, and a 738 of Hainan Airlines next to him was moving into the next seat.

Li Zhibin took out two earplugs from his trouser pocket to plug his ears, and then secretly glanced at the author's backstage on his phone.

He suddenly saw that the author had received a notification in the background, clicked on it, and suddenly couldn't help but shout, ", signed a contract?"

The book has been written for 400,000 words, and I finally received a notice to sign a contract.

He immediately sent a red envelope in his readership, "Finally signed the contract, thank you for your support!"

In an uproar, a bunch of divers ran out to receive red envelopes.

"Hello author, your work has been reviewed and has reached the criteria for contracting. Please wait patiently for the contracted editor to contact you and indicate your book title and author's name. ”

He waited for three months for this line, which is an acknowledgment of himself and his work.

didn't sign a contract, not even a street writer, just a layman, and now he has finally stepped into the online literature circle.

As soon as he remembered the few friends who ate skewers that night, as well as Li Wenjie's cynicism, he felt that it was necessary to send a red envelope to celebrate in the WeChat group.

He clicked on a high school classmate's WeChat group and sent out a red envelope of 100 yuan.

"Oh, what's the situation?" Zhang Wenfu asked.

"Thank you, big brother, come out for a late night snack tonight?"

Li Zhibin took a screenshot and then typed, "The novel was successfully signed, and I celebrated a little." ”

"Yes, Jibin, this is someone who wants to become a great writer!"

"Congratulations, congratulations. ”

"Is that the "Biography of Mortal Cultivators"?" asked Li Wenzhuo.

This is strange, when he went back that day, he deliberately read a few chapters of the novel written by Li Zhibin, and he couldn't read it at all, so he could still sign a contract?

It's also hilarious!!

"Congratulations, what is it? I'm going to do it. "Some old classmates also came up.

A bunch of people in the WeChat group ran out to congratulate, but Li Wenjie chatted with another classmate privately, and said with a smile: "Yes, no wonder there are so many brainless articles on the Internet, it turns out that he can also sign a contract like this." ”

"yes, I didn't expect it, I read ten chapters, and it was hard to swallow. Lin Yangwen sneered.

"Everyone has it this year, it is estimated that it is to comfort him, it is 400,000 words, and others have received the first month's manuscript fee, and he has a bird's egg here. Li Wenjie said with a smile.

Lin Yangwen also laughed, "I laughed to death, he also sent red envelopes to celebrate, I bet that his first month's manuscript fee was less than 1,000 yuan." ”

", I'm laughing and peeing if I have three hundred dollars. Li Wenjie smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.

"That's not true, I read other books that seem to say that the full attendance award is a few hundred dollars. Lin Yangwen sat in front of the computer and said into the phone,

"Hey, laugh to death, a good plane is not repaired, a non-scholar writes a novel, do you say he is stupid. Li Wenjie took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator and opened it with a "pop".

"That's what if you're wrong, what if the novel becomes popular?" When Lin Yangwen laughed, his little eyes almost narrowed into a line.

"If he can be popular, the sow can go up the tree, let me tell you, I haven't heard of a novel signed for four or five hundred thousand yuan, this kind of street writer, all comfort shelves. Li Wenjie himself has friends who write online articles, so he knows more about it.

Lin Yangwen happened to be in front of the computer, and he smiled: "Wait, I'll go to the webpage to see how many collections his books have now." ”

He clicked in and pulled down, and suddenly saw a red line in the book review......

"The sky is falling, and the tears are moving, and the talent of the gentleman deserves this reward......"

"Zhongli is looking for him to reward 100,000 starting coins for the dead words, this book is so well written, I hope the follow-up will be more exciting!"

Lin Yangwen was stunned for a moment, and said in a voice: "This ...... What's going on?

"What? What tyrant?" asked Li Wenjie in surprise.

"Well, it's strange that someone gave him a thousand dollars for his book. Lin Yangwen muttered.

Li Wenjie paused for a moment, "A thousand yuan? That's the alliance leader!"

Alliance Leader???

This is not a reward that Xiaopu Street can have, Li Wenjie suddenly clicked on the reading client of his mobile phone and clicked on "Biography of Mortal Cultivators".

"it!! it's really ......," he suddenly felt like a dog. (To be continued.) )