Chapter 21: Brother is just a legend!

Han Bingxue sat there coldly, without a word, but her coldness and arrogance could make a man rise up with a strong conquest.

For example, Tang Song is one of them.

Zhou Ming pushed Tang Song hard with his elbow, Tang Song put away his eyes, and then smiled faintly,

"President, what kind of cosmetics do you use on weekdays?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Ming and Russell were shocked.

What does this little one want to do?

Is there water in your head?

Han Bingxue replied coldly, "I don't use cosmetics!" ”

Tang Song nodded and said, "I don't need it either." I'll just say, pretty and handsome guys, they're all born, and they don't need anything to decorate at all! ”

Speechless, this thing also thinks of himself as a handsome guy!

It's so narcissistic!

Han Bingxue felt that she was wrong, so she shouldn't have made this call. This kind of oily and slippery person, what is there to talk about.

Zhou Ming saw this meaning from Han Bingxue's eyes, and hurriedly explained it for Tang Song,

"President Han, he's not like this, probably because he saw that you were nervous."

Tang Song glared at Zhou Ming fiercely and said, "Nervous, it's too late for me to get excited." ”

Zhou Ming fell directly under the table.

Russell, who had always been rectum, also collapsed.

"Get out!" Han Bingxue issued an eviction order.

"Get out, you haven't talked about this yet?" Tang Song blinked, rubbed the ground and stood up.

"No need to talk about it!" Han Bingxue said coldly.

The strong conquest of the Tang and Song dynasties suddenly burned. On the way here, he already knew the general situation, although the title of this movie is "To Our Lost Youth", but there is no novel of the same name. Moreover, according to Russell, Tang and Song couldn't wait to put the screenwriter to death to Ling Chi.

That's what a script!!

"President Han, if a movie wants to be sold, this publicity is one thing, and the main reason is to have something to watch. Judging from the current situation, except for the fact that the three points and one line are a bit yellow and interesting, nothing else, this film is useless. If you can't do it when the Radio and Television Bureau reviews it, you have to get stuck. A movie that reminisces about youth should be something like this......"

Immediately afterwards, Tang Song talked about the plot of "To Our Dying Youth" directed by Zhao Wei on the earth.

There is no Zhao Wei in this world, let alone the original novel.

"In addition, I have already written a novel of the same name, and I am about to revise it, and it is estimated that it will be about the same in about three or four days, and when it is transmitted to the Internet, I believe it will definitely cause an uproar. Immediately afterwards, the group took advantage of this craze and adapted it into a movie, just imagine, will the box office be low......"

Tang Song said a lot of very encouraging words, and even Zhou Ming and Russell were fooled by him.

However, as the president of a group, Han Bingxue was extremely calm and said lightly,

"First of all, you're talking a lot. Second, you're too narcissistic. I know you're a bit talented, but are you so sure that the novels you write will be as popular as the poems you write? ”

"Well, let the facts speak for themselves. When the time comes, if I do it, the director and screenwriter of this movie will have to be changed! Tang Song stared at Han Bingxue and said word by word.

"Let's talk about it when you're done!" ――

Inside the room of Tang Song!

"To Our Decadent Youth", written by Xin Yiwu, this novel is not a lot of words, with a total of more than 270,000 words. However, in China on earth, its influence is so great that even male readers like Tang and Song have been chasing it for days, and they are still very fond of it.

This thing has an amazing memory, and he has already written the outline, as well as the outline of each chapter. Now it's time to add branches and pages to these trunks. With his typing speed, coupled with the rhythm of death, it should take four or five hours to complete. Moreover, he has no intention of uploading it after writing it.

That's right, his plan is to write a single chapter and pass it on. He believes that readers in this world will still buy it.

After a night of fighting, the Tang and Song dynasties came out with five chapters, and the book had a total of twenty-seven chapters, which was slower due to the early revisions.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Song began to choose to stand.

In this world, there are many stations, but the leader is singularity Chinese network.

Tang Song registered his personal information, and his pen name was still Tang Tang, and he began to upload chapters.

"Oh, I guess I'll be able to pass the review tomorrow morning!"

stretched his waist, and Tang Song fell asleep!

Because Gu Mingyue knew that her son had been creating for a night, she didn't call him. However, Tang Song still woke up at half past ten the next day.

I was woken up by a ringtone.

"Hey!"

"It's me Xiao Xue!"

"Say!"

"I just received a political assignment and asked you to go."

"Okay!"

"You don't ask where you're going, and you don't ask what you're doing?"

"Hmm!"

Then Tang Song fell asleep again.

But the phone rings again.

Tang Song was furious, "I know, isn't it just a political task, it's a big deal, it's troublesome, and you won't stop sleeping!" ”

I was so tormented by Xiao Xue's phone call that I was really in no mood to sleep, so I had no choice but to wash up.

Gu Mingyue saw that her son was up, and hurriedly began to heat up the meal.

Tang Song simply took a bite of food and was about to go to the toilet when the phone rang again.

It's still Xiao Xue!

"I know, isn't it just a political task, you don't need money for your phone bill, right, then I still need money for my electricity bill."

Xiao Xue: "......"

Inside the Chevrolet!

"Can you be a little serious, let me tell you the right thing, this government has ordered you to go to 301 prison, I think, there must be someone behind it!" Xiao Xue looked worried.

"I said Comrade Xiao Xue, can you be sunny and share for the government, that is the responsibility of every citizen of us. Besides, isn't it just going to the prison to give a preaching, listening to your tone, it's like going to the Hades store and not returning. Tang Song fiercely criticized and educated Xiao Xue, and looking at his appearance, he almost asked Xiao Xue to write and check.

"What do you know? This 301 prison, do you know what it is called? Xiao Xue glared at Tang Song Dao.

"What!"

"Prison of Death."

"Oh, this name is quite personal, not bad!"

Hearing Tang Song say this, Xiao Xue was about to collapse. Could it be that in his head, is it really tofu brain?

"I'm telling you, there was a female reporter who went to death prison the year before last, guess what?"

"I don't know. I don't love gossip! ”

"She--was given the ...... by the beast inside"

Tang Song sighed, blinked his eyes, and said optimistically, "It's fortunate that I didn't go to Thailand for surgery, otherwise, it would be really dangerous!" ”

If it is said that the eyes can kill, this Tang Song has died at least eighteen times.

Xiao Xue panted and said, "I can remind you, this must be manipulated by someone behind the scenes, and Bacheng has nothing to do with Qian Shan, I have heard that he has an unusual relationship with the prison warden." This is clearly to your death. ”

"However, if you don't go, then the relevant government departments will definitely talk about this matter. Those media reporters will report even more, and in this way, your future is basically over. ”

"But, you went, and that was even more worrying......"

Tang Song smiled faintly, "Listening to what you say, there are wolves in front and tigers in the back, whether you go or not, and if you don't go, you can't go." That's probably what it means, right? ”

Xiao Xue nodded.

"Don't worry, what kind of person am I Tang and Song, that is the god who loves flowers and flowers when people see them, and cry when they see ghosts. Looking at the world, who is not attracted by my handsomeness, wait, why are you crying? Are you a ghost......

Xiao Xue looked at her watch, "Soon, in a while, their special car to pick you up will come." ”

"I'm rubbing, and there's a special car, not bad!" Speaking of this, Tang Song seemed to remember something, took out his mobile phone, logged on to the Singularity Chinese Network, and saw that the novel review had been passed.

"Oh yes, I just wrote a youth novel, and it has been approved on the Singularity Chinese Network, it's the login number and this is the password, I sent the chapters to your mailbox, you help me pass two chapters." In addition, I wrote a few more poems, and I also sent them to your mailbox, and you also helped me upload them on the Shixian website......"

Hearing Tang Song's words, Xiao Xue couldn't help but be surprised, "What, novel?" Can you still write novels? ”

Her IQ is running out of energy, she can write poems and songs, and she can also write novels, what kind of brain is this Tang and Song Dynasty?

What the hell is he trying to do?

"Don't look at my brother with that kind of adoring look, my brother is just a legend!" Tang Song said very narcissistically.

"You-" Xiao Xue was speechless.

Narcissism!

However, he has the capital of narcissism.

Soon, the special car from the death prison to pick up Tang and Song appeared.

Tang Song and Xiao Xue parted happily, and then got into the special car with a smile.

There are only two people in the vehicle, one is the driver, and the other is Tang and Song.

The driver is a middle-aged man, looking very honest, and he should be around forty years old.

Alas, good young man, this is ruined!

Tang Song saw that the driver sighed, so he asked, "Master, what are you sighing for?" Do I look like an exclamation point? ”

The driver said as he drove: "Young man, you are still in the mood to laugh at this time." Okay, just for you, I have to give you a thumbs up! ”

Tang Song said: "Uncle Zhang, listen to what you mean, I don't laugh, I have to cry." Besides, how can you laugh handsomely when you cry? ”

The driver said: "Young man, since you call me Uncle Zhang, then I will ask one more question, which fairy have you offended?" Why was he invited to preach in this prison of death? ”

Tang Song smiled, "I was born under the red flag and grew up in the people's family, and it was the party and the country that gave me a good life now." It is my honor to contribute to the country and the government. The chairman once said that you should not believe in ghosts and gods. Therefore, I have never dealt with the gods, I only have the party and the people in my heart! ”

Hearing Tang Song's nonsense, the driver almost rear-ended.

"You--I, Lao Zhang, have been a driver in the death prison for thirty years, and you are the first person I admire." The driver's words came from the deepest part of his heart.

Tang Song smiled, "Uncle Zhang, why don't I give you an autograph?" ”

The driver shook his head, kind of refusal.

"Young man, I have to give you a heads-up anyway. Ten years ago, a university professor offended the mayor and was sent to give a lecture in the death prison, only to go crazy when he returned. ”

"Nine years ago, there was a little singer who refused to be a junior of a certain minister, and as a result, there was a charity performance in the death prison, and then he was disfigured!"

"...... Eight Years Ago"

The driver spoke with emotion, he originally thought that Tang and Song would look panicked, but he never expected that he was like a child who likes to listen to stories, with an excited face.

"It seems that history is destined to change!" Tang Song's tone was very affirmative, and then he continued: "Oh yes, Uncle Zhang, are there any special people in this death prison, for example, big guys and the like, are they handsome?" It's the same as in the movie, isn't it? ”

Hearing this, the driver basically determined one thing, this young man, there must be something wrong with his brain, and eighty percent is a neurotic.