Zhejiang post-80s chat group

"Ahh Smashed the keyboard. ”

"Ahhh ”

"Damn, I thought it was 1 subcontract and 5 cents, I've been watching you grab it, and the maximum WeChat red envelope is not 200?"

"Me too"

"I got it too"

"I will regret it for a year, thinking that night there was a super big bag in front of me I didn't cherish, until I lost it, I regretted it. ”

"Woo woo woo woo"

"Woo woo

"Passing by on 38685"

"Hehe12578 floats by"

"Unlucky 3264"

“3150”

"Xiao Ming, my sister begs for support. ”

"The local tyrant is bright, and he asks for support. ”

"Brother Ming, ask for support"......

"I really didn't expect Xiao Ming to be a local tyrant, and he sent 150,000 yuan with a background of 200 limits"

"It was the local tyrant who issued 3 groups of 450,000, and the other 2 groups had 285 packs and 381 packs, and everyone had a share. Just send us a group of 32 packs"

"Screenshot, screenshot. ”

"Why can't I take a screenshot?"

"I can't intercept it, I changed my phone to take pictures, and the red envelope disappeared"

"Nima's began to destroy the evidence so quickly. ”

"Can you take a screenshot of the red envelope? Come out and post pictures"

Bao Xiaoming's first red envelope mistake was 328, and the 8 did not press out. Zhejiang local tyrants sent red envelopes because they had no pictures and no certificates, but they were lively on the Internet for a while and then fell silent.

Those who grabbed the red envelope didn't want to add trouble to Xiao Ming, or were afraid that the money would be chased back, so they were like banned, but in private, they pulled all their wives and parents into the group, and those who didn't grab the red envelopes saw that Xiao Ming's number was still there, and felt that the local tyrant would have a chance in the group, and he would get close to the local tyrant.

slept until more than 7 o'clock, Bao Xiaoming was stinky in the bathroom for a few minutes, went downstairs to have breakfast, Manager Guo drove over to pick him up at 8 o'clock, and the car drove to Wenhua Book City.

The stage has been set up, new books are being dismantled, there are 2 to 300 people queuing up in the Book City Square, Bao Xiaoming followed Manager Guo to the backstage, and the manager of Wenhua Book City is giving an opening speech.

Bao Xiaoming looked at the many people outside in horror, his feet trembled a little, the host on the stage had already said that he should go on stage by himself.

Bao Xiaoming put his two hands in his pockets and secretly pinched his thighs, walked on the stage with an expressionless trembling face, and walked to the middle of the stage and still didn't pull out the hand that inserted the pocket.

The collar of the white shirt was loosened by 2 buttons, the sleeves were folded back to the crook of the hand, and the left wrist was wearing a Shanghi Jazz 1 series watch, white casual trousers, white leather shoes, and a neat hairstyle with Bao Xiaoming's expressionless face with a hint of paleness.

A bunch of girls screamed, "Ming!" The mobile phone took a photo vigorously, and there were even girls running on the stage to hug Bao Xiaoming,

The staff and the security guard hurriedly stopped, Bao Xiaoming hurriedly went down to the stage and sat down on the chair at the sign-in table, and the staff in front began to sell books.

The people in the front queue are buying books, and the people in the back are posting photos in their own groups, chatting and chatting, Manager Guo explained to Bao Xiaoming that it would take 300 people for 3 hours and take his time.

At the beginning, Bao Xiaoming will also ask the name of the book lover, write that I wish Mengmeng is happy every day, Bao Xiaoming, Zhu Honghong, Lan Lan or something, almost 10 o'clock, there are more and more people in the square, and slowly the square people are crowded with nearly 1,000 people, and the staff has been sold in 5 rows, but fortunately, Bao Xiaoming's name is simple and passes, 1~20 copies a minute.

At 12 o'clock at noon, Bao Xiaoming saw that the square was still densely populated, ate 2 loaves of bread, drank a glass and rested for 15 minutes, Bao Xiaoming continued to sign the book desperately,

The staff on the right first helped him open the book, signed it on the left and handed it to the book lovers, as if he was a robot assembly line. It is estimated that more than 4,000 copies were signed in 3 hours in the morning.

Slowly Bao Xiaoming felt that his arm was numb and painful, and he needed to rest for a few minutes to massage his arm and sign for half an hour after signing in, and then to massage his arm for half an hour after resting for a few minutes.

At 6 o'clock, more than 5,000 copies were signed in the afternoon. 9 novels were signed for nearly 10,000 yuan, if it wasn't for Manager Guo seeing that it was too late to control the sale of books, it would have been very late.

Manager Guo took Bao Xiaoming to the Haitian Health Center, called 2 technicians to press him for 1 hour, and after eating dinner and taking a shower, he lay on the bed, and Bao Xiaoming's arm was still swollen and painful.

Bao Xiaoming signed a city in the next 2 days, took a day off to sign a day, and talked to his parents every day until the end of August, and couldn't hide it anymore.

Bao Gang asked for leave and Li Mei found Bao Xiaoming, who was signing books in Shancheng, and when he returned to the hotel room in the evening, Li Mei felt sorry for her son, and asked Bao Xiaoming not to sign later.

Bao Gang said, no matter how hard and tired the manly decision is, don't give up, and don't break your promise. Bao Xiaoming remembered that ICBC called him every day and said that he was upgraded to a big V with a professional financial planner, and he was busy signing and pushing, and his father came to his side, and Bao Xiaoming hurriedly wanted to push the matter to him.

Baogang took the ICBC card, thinking that since there are always more than 100,000 yuan for the book signing, I have to help him manage it, and spend money from childhood to adulthood.

When I was a child, I went out with my wife and gave him 20 quick lunch, he actually bought a toy and waited for adults to come back to cook with a hungry belly, and won an award in junior high school and used it to buy a guitar, but it would not be hung on the wall as an ornament. In high school, I gave him this ICBC card and put 200 in it to let him learn to control himself.

There will be no more in the first year of high school in a few days, 500 yuan in the second year of high school can still last for a week, and 1000 yuan in the third year of high school can last for half a month, it seems that after the college entrance examination, I have not asked for money!

Bao Gang took the card and was stunned for a while, Li Mei took out the bank card from his hand and handed it to Bao Xiaoming: "Xiao Ming, don't worry about your father's old thing, the hard-earned money from writing books, don't spend money to make friends at school." He also gave it to you for safekeeping, so it would be nice not to take it to buy wine. ”

"Mom, ICBC called me to handle the business, I didn't have time to go, and I didn't seem to have paid my taxes yet. Let Dad help me go. I don't know what you know. ”

"You put away the card, I'll open a room next to your father, tomorrow we will go to Shancheng ICBC together, you can rest early." After speaking, Li Mei pulled Baogang out of the room.

On the second day, a family of three came to the Shancheng Branch General Industrial and Commercial Bank, Bao Xiaoming received the number and waited for almost an hour before it was his turn, Bao Gang sat down with Bao Xiaoming standing beside him, the counter waiter asked what business to handle, Bao Xiaoming replied to pay the tax, and the counter waiter swiped his card to prompt Bao Xiaoming to enter the password.

After entering the password, the counter attendant helped pack Xiao Ming and pull the bill.

At first, it was more than 10,000 yuan (the singularity manuscript fee in June), then more than 1.1 million yuan (the first manuscript fee of the triple gate), and then 40,000 yuan (the manuscript fee in August).

came with a pen of 1.08 million (Singularity July manuscript fee), also came a pen of 86.4 million (the second manuscript fee of the triple gate), and finally 38 million (those years...... Fee for the first publication).

After reading the bill, the counter waiter plopped and picked up, and smiled at Bao Xiaoming's father and son, forgive her!

Now a billionaire ran out, tremblingly took out his mobile phone to call the manager, and whispered to the mobile phone that there was a billionaire doing business at his counter.

Xiao Xu, the counter waiter, deliberately printed and debugged the machine for Bao Xiaoming, and said to the 2 father and son with a smile, please wait!.