Being called a fool, called a fool, is supposed to be angry. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info However, Nayler, who was called so by Srose, was smirking at the moment, and even he thought it seemed good to be a fool.

The little girl was holding a drawing board, with a white paper the same size as Nayler's manuscript, and she squatted on the ground and looked up at the Yeko Rowing Boat in the window, drawing one by one.

Soon, the black lines of the pencil outlined the appearance of the rowing boat.

Naylor, who looked at the painting for a while, looked at Sross for a while, and giggled more and looked even more stupid.

The grocery store owner, looking at the teenager and girl outside the store, let out a barbell-like laugh.

He called Srose for selfishness, thinking that if his little granddaughter could capture the heart of that stupid boy from Nayler, she would not have to worry about it in this life.

Everyone is white, although it may not be a good match, but in Nayler's house, it is easier to accept than if he finds a chocolate.

Teenagers and girls obviously can't think of so much, those who paint are painting with their hearts, and those who are watching are watching with their hearts.

"It's so well drawn!" Srose was almost done, she put down her pen, and Neller sighed.

Srose looked at Neller holding up his painting and circling around there, feeling a little embarrassed, this kid is such a big fool.

"Can you add a few words here, like this magazine?" Neller put down Srose's drawing, picked up the magazine that the grocery store owner had just taken out, and pointed to the WordArt.

"Okay. What to write? Srose asked.

"It's time to write 'The Story of Boat Racing.'" Neller frowned and thought for a long time, but his talent was limited and he couldn't think of a name for Lafeng.

Srose raised her pen, first lightly traced the outline of a row of words, and then asked, "Is that okay?" ”

"Okay! Yes! Very good. Neller repeated a short phrase in his mouth, and his IQ was almost negative at the moment.

"Srose, can you help me watch it for a moment? I'm going to go home and make a copy of your drawing. Neller asked, holding Srose's drawing.

"Go, go, go." Srose waved impatiently like a clingy, heeled, and legged puppy.

Neller's invisible tail wagged and wagged, and he said, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon." ”

As he spoke, he ran away with a puff of smoke.

The afternoon sun was hot and blinding, and the grocery store owner brought out a sun umbrella and stood beside Srose, and he laughed twice and said, "What do you think of that kid Nayler?" ”

"How?" Srose repeated, touching her round little chin and saying, "It's a little stupid, why does Grandpa ask that?" ”

"Haha. It's nothing, I think this kid is not bad, he has a future, and it doesn't hurt to play with him more. The grocery store owner said.

The leaves of the trees in late autumn are golden, and when the wind blows slightly, the leaves flutter and fall.

Neller lifted his left hand and touched the blade on his head, feeling as if he had been knocked unconscious by it. This blade is like the arrow of Cupid, the goddess of love, and brightens his life.

"Srose! Srose! Srose! ”

Humming Srose's name on his lips, Neller returned home, stood on a small stool, and operated a laser printer taller than him, putting Sros's drawings in to scan.

At the beginning of the copying, sheets of paper with large rowing patterns were spit out of the printer.

For each one he spit out, Neller picked it up, and they were not only a little hot to the touch, but also smelled in front of his nose, and there was something special about them.

When the photocopies were finished, Neller hurried back to the grocery store with them in his hand.

They posted one by one in front of the bound storybook and began to shout in the streets.

There are not many people coming and going, and even fewer people stop to look, almost two hundred passing by, and only one person will pick it up and look at it, and it will not necessarily buy it.

Did it fail......

Neller was a little depressed, and he felt that the six rows were far away from him.

, in Hebrew, means life.

He was Nayler's father, the little lawyer, a little lawyer who lived in a non-wealthy neighborhood.

When he came home today to make a copy of a material, the toner in the toner cartridge of the photocopier was used up, and there was a lot less paper next to it.

picked up the phone and called his wife's unit, and after making sure that it wasn't for her, he understood that his son must have made it.

This loser child, what is his father working hard for every day, not just to make him live a happier life.

Be sure to catch this kid and teach him a good lesson.

If you want to teach xunnell, of course, you have to have the prophet dào where he is.

However, this did not bother, who called the police department, and ten minutes later, someone called back to say that Naylor was at Hudson's grocery store.

Okay, okay, don't run, boy, wait for me.

put on his coat and walked out of the house with his black leather file box.

Naylor, who is immersed in the small world of Sross at the moment, must not have heard of the phrase "blessing and misfortune depend on each other".

By the time he saw the menacing daddy, it was too late.

Not far away, two patrolling policemen seemed to have inadvertently blocked Nayler's escape route. He could only stand still, waiting for his father, Heyman, to come to him.

"Dad." Neller exclaimed.

"Do you know that I am your father?" grabbed Neller by the collar and picked him up, putting the file box down with his other hand, trying to give Neller a mouthful. But I suddenly remembered that I was on the street, not at home. There are many people, and it is not good to be reported by someone who does not open their eyes to child abuse.

The two patrolling policemen raised their heads in unison, as if a UFO had just flown over in the blue sky and white clouds.

"I've heard that there are aliens in Area 51."

"Uh-huh. I think there is, too. ”

They didn't look at, how could the lawyer's business be considered a fight. How can it be child abuse?

Most of the police officers in their area know, although he is not a barrister, and his main business is to defend the criminals without pro bono.

This is an advanced system in the United States that allocates lawyers to defend people who don't have the money to hire a lawyer.

However, there are too many suspects because there are too few lawyers.

For example, can only devote three minutes to each suspect, and often he does not even have enough time to find the corresponding file and find them. Not to mention looking at them.

So, Heyman's daily work is roughly like this.

Judge, "sentenced to three years." ”

, "Two and a half years are fine. ”

Judge, "That's two and a half years." ”

It's like buying vegetables in a vegetable market, bargaining to decide how long a person will be locked up.

These suspects often don't even have the opportunity to go to court and see the jury.

put down Naylor and asked sharply, "What did you do with the paper?" ”

"I ...... I ......"

"Uncle, Neller wrote a story and is selling, don't you be embarrassed for him." Srose said coquettishly.

looked in the direction of the voice, sent a little girl in canvas shoes and white pantyhose wrapped in her legs, looked at her sweet smile, turned his head and said to Neller in a kind voice, "Tell me what you did, Dad is not angry." ”

Naylor, who was ready to be punished, became even more harmful, and he glanced at Sros, looked at his father, and said everything in a trembling tone.

"What's going on?" asked.

"Uh-huh." Nele nodded incredibly.

"I'll take a look at ...... first," picked up a book of stories, flipped the first page of the cover, and read it slowly.

There is no problem with the sentence structure, it is simple and easy to understand, and the plot is slightly childish, which is considered a normal level for a teenager.

"This is the prototype of this story?" asked, pointing to the Yeko Rowing Boat in the window.

"Hmm." Neller nodded stiffly. He was still a little afraid that his father would suddenly slap him.

looked at the rowing boat, walked to the grocery store, and asked the grocery store owner, "Which company made that robot toy?" ”

The grocery store owner laughed and said, "It is produced by a Chinese manufacturer, and the distributor is Parkinson's Trading Company. ”

nodded, Parkinson's Trading Company he knew dào. And, after dealing with it a few times, I know what kind of person the boss of Dào is. Let's talk to him first.

Thinking of this, stuffed the pamphlet in his hand into the file box, took a few more from the table in front of Nayler, said a few words to Naylor, got into the car and drove towards the Parkinson Trading Company.

"Your father is so fierce, usually your life is not easy." Srose said in a sympathetic tone.

Neller looked left and right, for fear of his father's eyeliner, he didn't dare to answer out loud, nodded slightly, and agreed with Sros's statement.

Srose was also frightened when she saw Nayler's suspicious appearance, and followed the suspicious ghost to look left and right. Just now, Heyman told Neller to stay here and not to walk blindly, so he had to follow Xu to sell the collection of stories he had written here.

"I want to see Parkinson, the owner here." said at the front desk of Parkinson's Corporation.

"Do you have an appointment?" The middle-aged aunt at the front desk was applying nail polish, she didn't even lift her buttocks, and raised her eyelids to look at Heyman.

Heyman was not angry, the front desk of the small company was like this, he was used to it, he slightly showed the corner of his lawyer's card, leaned on the counter and whispered, "Someone is eyeing your company and suspecting you of tax evasion." And then there's the tax collector. ”

"You, wait a minute." Thirty years ago, the pretty girl struggled to get up from her chair, and the swimming ring on her belly rippled like an old pudding.

"Go in." Putting down the phone, the old woman at the front desk said politely.

"Thank you." Heyman walked in with his briefcase, and could hear a little old woman's invective in his ears.

What about scolding, the loser will do it. Successful people always sing forward.

"Benjamin Franklin said, 'Nothing is certain in this world except death and taxes.'" My friend, how can you say that I am stealing taxes? Parkinson stood in the doorway of his office, and as he spoke, he gave a big hug.

"I didn't say it, it's someone who is so suspicious, I don't get the news to give you a breath. You've been here for so many years, and you're still so stable. said.

Parkinson heard Heyman's tone, and most of the stones in his heart fell to the ground, and he had a score in his heart. It's not a big deal, it's likely that this guy in front of him has something to do with it, and he came to fight the autumn wind.

"'Also rowing' series of toys, is your company selling?" asked.

"Yes, yes." Parkinson said as he stepped back to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out a document, "This is the tax payment certificate for the 'Rowing' series of toys, all the toys are purchased from regular channels, and there are no tax problems." ”

When Parkinson said this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if it weren't for the very low purchase price in China, he might have taken a risk.

Don't talk about so many products with loopholes, but let's talk about this, what kind of intentions does this guy have in Heyman. Could it be that Hasbro is in trouble?

No, Hasbro has its own team of professional lawyers, and sending a lawyer's letter over can make you shake a few times. It's impossible to send a low-level lawyer like Heyman to me.

"Don't look at it, I have something I want to show you." opened the file box, took out an object from it, and flew the document from one side of the desk to the other.

Parkinson looked down and saw that it was a sketch-style rowing robot with the words "The Story of the Rowing Story" written on it.

When I opened it, it was full of words, telling the story of "the righteous can also race" and defeat the "evil can also race".

The structure is simple, the story is very young, and Parkinson's finished reading it in a few minutes.

"What is this?" Parkinson asked.

"My son loves this toy, it's a collection of stories he wrote, and I want it to be packaged with your toys, what do you think?" 's fingers kept tapping on his desk.

"Yes, yes, but I think this story is very simple, it seems to be for children, and children don't necessarily have that much patience to read so many words. I suggest that your son draw him into a comic, and if the story is of this quality, I will let Parkinson's let him release it with the game. ”

"That's right." nodded, those imps from poor families, how can they have their son's education level, how can they read so many words. "Well, how about you see this drawing style on the cover become a comic?"

"It should work." Parkinson said.

The reason why he said this was not because of how strong was to make him compromise so quickly. Instead, he sent xiàn and stuffed some cartoons into the toys, which was a good idea.

Toys are mainly purchased by children, who are fantasizing at this age. Launching some comics with a plot will help the product sales.

It's not even inconceivable to launch new toys based on the characters that appear in them.

Heyman's idea has nothing to do with sales, his idea is simple. If the son's side can first launch the story with the toy, and then enter the magazine field, he will have a lot more possibilities in the future.

The name of the shadow of the tree, the fame of a person, can play a decisive role in his career.

At that time, even if his son can't enter the lawyer's profession, become a novelist, a screenwriter, or an editor of a magazine, it will be enough for him to live a comfortable life.

It's far more comfortable than working as a waiter in a fast food restaurant.

Poor parents, don't look at Heyman being so strict with Naylor, in fact, he is still thinking about his son. That's why he wasn't allowed to mess around with the imps on the streets.

also plans to save more money and send Naylor to a private school.

"You keep that copy, I'll go back and change it into a comic, you'd better make arrangements here." After finished speaking, he pushed open the office door in a hurry.

Parkinson looked at his back, the corners of his mouth curled. (To be continued.) )