Three hours ago.

Zhang Liu stood in front of the huge billboard, on which was a group of teenagers singing and running, staring at this era and looking at the shape that was considered a popular fashion but very stupid in Zhang Liu's opinion, and the big golden advertising words next to this group of teenagers:

The star of tomorrow is you!

Open a new journey, embark on a new road, as long as you sign up, the star of tomorrow is you!

Oh, the talent show, I glanced at Zhang Liu and understood, and looked at the registration method below:

On November 11th, the contestants from the Imperial Capital District went to the Arts and Sports Center to register for the audition, and after the competition, they could become representatives of their respective hometowns and advance to participate in the Rising Star Finals!

The skill of Kanyu taught to him by the master has never gone wrong, and he pointed his finger at the corner of his forehead and recalled his memory as Liu Lingshi - at this point in time, talent shows have not yet become a tool for major TV stations to make money, and they have not completely become vulgarized, and some pioneering programs still have a somewhat sincere purpose of selecting talents, so this is a road?

Zhang Liu stood there, calculating in his mind: the current situation, if he continues like this, sooner or later he will lose all his cultivation due to the erosion of filthy qi, and his heart is full of demons, maybe he will go crazy, and he will eventually become a sane bastard like Zhang Fu, the scumbag father of "Zhang Liu"...... If he didn't want to continue to sit back and watch the situation go on like this, then he didn't have any extra choice, and the only choice given by the little housekeeping skill that Master had left him was right in front of him.

So, he needs to save money now.

On November 11th, almost two months later, if he wants to go, then he must ask for leave from the hotel, but he can't keep asking for leave, and the hotel won't allow it, that is to say, maybe he will resign from Yuetai Restaurant, but with the rent price of the imperial capital and the cost of water, electricity and meals, if he resigns from Yuetai, he can bear it, what if he is a little smaller?

In fact, in the final analysis, this qiē problem can be summed up in one word - money.

Zhang Liu stood in front of the huge billboard, his face was very cold, there was no emotion, his eyes seemed to be looking at something and seemed to be looking at nothing, a little nothing, and then suddenly Zhang Liu's eyes became clear, and after glancing at the billboard, Zhang Liu turned around and left.

Three hours later, a young man came to the editor-in-chief office of the magazine "Song World" and pushed the door straight in and said that he was looking for the editor-in-chief.

The office hall of the magazine "Singer" is very spacious, all of them are lattice rooms, and the part that is most lit by the window is the office of the editor-in-chief of the magazine separated by transparent glass, and now the entire office hall is quiet, and a well-dressed editor-in-chief sitting on the chair of the editor-in-chief is also alarmed, and he pushes the door out with a glass of water and pushes the door out a little strangely, and as soon as he pushes the door out, he sees a young man standing there.

In fact, he couldn't notice it, this young man's appearance and temperament were too eye-catching, and when he met the young man's black chirping eyes, the well-dressed editor-in-chief instinctively frowned and asked, "Who are you?" What for? This voice is different from the ordinary mainlanders and northerners, a little soft, but a little like the accent of the Dongdao people.

Zhang Liu stood there and looked at the editor-in-chief of the well-dressed "Song World" magazine, glanced at this person, and stored all the information up and down this person in his mind as numbers, and after establishing a file and converting calculations, Zhang Liu immediately had a judgment - this person will not be in this business for a long time.

Why can't it be mixed for long?

Because he stole too much.

This person is the same as Xie Yong before, relying on his temporary luck to steal too many other people's things, such a person will have a temporary glory, but the price is to consume the luck that could have lasted longer, and steal other people's things in exchange for the scenery, in the end, it will be repaid.

Hearing the editor-in-chief in front of him ask who he was, Zhang Liu tilted his head and said, "Come to ask you for a debt." ”

When the editor-in-chief heard this, he sneered and said, "Debt? He looked Zhang Liu up and down and said, "Just you?" I'm sorry, but I don't owe any foreign debts, but others owe me more. ”

Zhang Liu was not angry at the editor-in-chief's ridiculous attitude, he was ruthless like a machine person, and said in a calm voice: "You stole my things, and stealing things is a debt." ”

When the editor-in-chief heard this, he smiled angrily, glanced at the employees in the office, and said, "Everyone, listen to this little friend's words, it's really interesting, I stole his things, what can I steal from him?" ”

Zhang Liu was dressed cleanly, but the combination of shirts, jeans and a pair of sneakers was obviously much shabby than the editor-in-chief of the magazine in a straight suit, who was poor and who was rich at a glance, so as soon as the editor-in-chief said this, the people around him were amused, and looked at Zhang Liu with a smile, and their eyes were a little teasing.

The front desk that didn't stop Zhang Liu also lowered his head and smiled, and was about to say something, but he glanced at the young man next to him under the laughter of everyone, that is, he was not cramped or ashamed, and his face was not even red, his expression was calm, and a pair of black chirping eyes seemed to be like no one, just looking at the editor-in-chief, just like a real person looking at the experiment, the eyes seemed to be thinking about how to comprehensively scan and analyze every inch and every minute of the editor-in-chief in preparation for real decomposition.

The front desk couldn't help but "chuckle" in her heart, and she didn't know why a feeling of fear rose inexplicably in her heart, and just when she couldn't help but feel frightened, the young man next to her spoke, his voice was clear and calm, without any emotion, and said: "You changed the song I wrote to your magazine and published it under someone else's name, this kind of behavior is called plagiarism, that is, stealing." ”

As soon as Zhang Liu's words came out, a few staff members who were laughing immediately choked, "The Song World" held a song contest, there were a lot of letters, naturally it was impossible for the editor-in-chief to read it alone, and many of the staff who reviewed the manuscript were also handled, at that time, the record company upstairs that also belonged to Golden Rooster Entertainment wanted to create a few talented singers, and there was a lack of a few good title songs, so let "The Song World" give a few, and the editor-in-chief picked a few well-written songs from the songs sent by the song and gave them to the record company next door, and there were many people in the magazine who knew about it.

Originally, this kind of thing is also commonplace in this circle, and the things that are not famous and easy to bully are signed on the famous stars, and some of them are negotiated in advance to buy them for money, in this case, you are willing to do it, small shrimp usually has no money, and it is impossible to sell the things you created to others for five buckets of rice, but it is good to have both money and goods, and the other situation is to rob it openly, and directly grab your work and pour someone else's name, Before the Internet entered the particularly developed, especially when Weibo, a carrier that can allow the rapid circulation of information, has not yet appeared, even if Xiaoxiaomi is robbed, there is no way to appeal in many cases.