"It's a revenge from a turkey! To satisfy the appetites of meat eaters, we slaughtered a large number of turkeys. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis is what led to today's tragedy. They evolved and set out to take revenge on the wild slaughter of humans for thousands of years. ”

There were black people in the streets of Los Angeles who were shouting, "Why do they breathe fire?" Because that's how we used to do it! Haven't you eaten a roast turkey for Thanksgiving? Brothers and sisters, go vegetarian with me! ”

The black guy raps hard and preaches the benefits of a vegetarian diet.

Of course, when he eats at noon, he should eat chicken wings or chicken wings, and he should eat beef and not change to salad.

By the time he sat down to watch the TV, the spokesman for the Los Angeles City Hall was trying to explain: "Before you can explain your problem, you have to understand one thing. It's Hollywood, and anything can happen. ”

"There's no such thing as a turkey turning into a turstrich. Maybe there's another possibility, they're making a movie. I have no doubt that there will be similar scenes in the movie coming out next year. All you need to do is wait patiently, buy tickets for the movie when it comes out, and don't forget to bring popcorn. ”

"I've heard that the police caught a werewolf," another reporter said, "and someone broke the news that he was exhausted when the police caught him." What does this man have to do with fire-breathing Turkey? ”

The spokesman was stunned: "You just said Turkey?" ”

"That's right, I'm talking about turkey." The reporter nodded: "Do you think this attack has anything to do with Erdogan and Putin?" ”

Perhaps frightened by his question, the live broadcast of the Q&A was interrupted,

Luo Yunfeng turned off the TV, and he looked back at the three people sitting on the sofa: playwright Benjamin and his wife and children.

"I'm so sorry, dear Ben." Luo Yunfeng walked over slowly, and he patted Benjamin on the shoulder: "As long as you are willing to cooperate, we will not hurt you." ”

"I will fully cooperate," Benjamin replied angrily.

His life has been terrible these days.

First the editor sent his work back, and then his car was burned to the ground by an ostrich.

The demand note in the mailbox at the door told him that time was running out. Before he could figure out a solution to the problem, he was kidnapped by a gang of male and female thieves of unknown origin.

For three days, they spent it in trepidation. It's only when he's eating that Benjamin feels like he's a guest.

The female thief is a very good cook, and she can always make delicious dishes with extremely simple dishes.

She would warmly invite Benjamin's family to dinner.

Although Benjamin tried to say no every time, he was never able to resist the temptation of good food. The dishes were so good that his wife even discussed with the thief about her cooking skills and planned to open a restaurant in the future.

If you were to ask who Benjamin hated the most? There is no doubt that she is the daughter of a male and female thief.

The little girl not only used his computer to play games, but also criticized his manuscript as worthless; The language is tasteless, the plot drags on, and there is no cool point, which is the level of a third-rate writer. At the starting point, any random street writer is better than him.

Benjamin swears to God that he had never heard the word cool, let alone what the starting point was.

If it's just swearing, Benjamin will put up with it. But the little girl actually changed his manuscript indiscriminately, which is simply revealing Benjamin's reverse scales! He couldn't—well, for the sake of the little girl's father's face, he endured it again.

"Dear Jane, for the sake of many years of friendship, this is the last time I will deliver to you. Listen to me, you fussy old woman. If you reject my manuscript again, I'll vote it to someone else. ”

"On the other hand, my bills are already piling up in the mailbox. I hope you can get back to me as soon as possible, otherwise other publishers will come to the door. I may be forced to give up our friendship for many years due to financial pressure. ”

The little girl was muttering the content while typing quickly.

"Please, don't send it out!" Benjamin's face is pale: Ms. Jane is one of the most famous publishers in Los Angeles, and she has an extremely arrogant personality. Luo Yao called her an old woman in the email, which undoubtedly made her angry.

Angering Ms. Jane, you can imagine what kind of situation Benjamin will face.

"You're late." Luo Yao looked up with a smile: "It's been sent out." ”

When it was over, Benjamin's face turned pale, and he looked up at the wall clock: it was a quarter past two. There are only fifteen minutes left until the death notice. Ms. Jane's schedule is very regular, and she opens the mailbox on time at half past two every day to deal with affairs.

Once she sees that old woman, she will definitely be angry.

Benjamin thought dejectedly: Maybe I am not the material to be a playwright, I might as well learn cooking with Amy and open a restaurant in the future.

The minutes and seconds passed, and the time quickly reached 2:30.

"Ding-Zero-" Benjamin's phone rang suddenly. As usual, Luo Yunfeng and Jin Yuemeng didn't pay attention to the bell, they were both busy studying the map.

Benjamin and his wife sat on the couch and didn't dare to move. His son is playing PS4 with Luo Yao, and no one is interested in answering the phone.

The phone turned into message mode, and Ms. Jane's angry voice rang out: "Benjamin, you pig, I will never accept a single word of your manuscript in the future." Well, I'll read your masterpiece carefully. From now on, every word of it will become an enduring joke in Los Angeles. ”

It's really over, and Benjamin feels a sadness in his heart: it took more than 20 years of hard work for him to mix from a third-rate screenwriter to a second-rate playwright. Now his dream of being a writer has completely ended in the hands of a little girl.

Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang again. For some reason, Benjamin felt that it was more hurried than it had just been.

"Hey, Ben, are you home?" Ms. Jane's voice sounded again, her voice much softer than before: "If you have time, remember to come to my office quickly." ”

Benjamin looked up in a daze: "Am I dreaming?" Ms. Jane's voice is so gentle? ”

Thirty minutes later, Ms. Jane's call came again.

This time her tone became softer: "Okay, Ben, I apologize to you. I was a little irritable just now, and your book is pretty well written. As long as you come and sign the contract, I will pay you a deposit of eight thousand dollars. Please reply to me as soon as you hear the message. ”

"It's unbelievable that Jane would apologize to me. How did you do that? Benjamin stared at Luo Yao's back, and his heart became eager again: "Are you a fairy in the forest?" Can I meet Jane? It's important to me. ”

Luo Yao didn't reply: "No." Eight thousand yuan will make your heart move, and your eyelids are too shallow. ”

The little girl's refusal was like a basin of cold water, which extinguished the flame of hope that Benjamin had finally risen: "It's over, now I have completely offended her." God, did you send these people to torture me? ”

Sure enough, forty minutes later, Jen's call came again.

This time her voice was a little more annoyed: "Hell, Ben, you only gave me half of the manuscript!" A good book is only halfway through it, can you know how I feel in my heart right now? Why haven't you come yet? Are the bills so old that they're blocking your door? ”

"I've put a $20,000 deposit on your account and paid your bills as soon as possible. I'll come over tomorrow with the full manuscript to sign the contract, and that's it. You should know that you can only get the most out of working with me. I'll be waiting for you in the office at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. ”

Hearing Jane's message, Benjamin's loss turned into ecstasy: "Is my novel really that good? ”

"Dear Ben, that's not exactly your work." Amy said in a dreamy tone, "Half of the credit goes to the girl, who knows how to write better than you do." (To be continued.) )