408。

The balance is displayed at the ATM.

After all, Kyoto is a big city, a lowest-level station, with an income of fifty yuan a day, and sometimes the boss is lucky, and one or two hundred a day has been rewarded.

Where I live, I have a rent of 500 yuan a month, and I can save a little bit by eating, drinking, and Lazar, and 800 is enough.

Originally, I still had a little money, but because I was heartbroken, all the money was sent to my parents, and I already had the idea of suicide, so in the end I only had 400 yuan left.

The rent is okay, I paid it last week, so I can still hold on for more than 20 days.

But there are only about 100 yuan on him, and the bank card is only 400 yuan, which adds up to 500 yuan.

For a moment, Mo Yu was depressed.

Others are reborn, what becomes a rich person to lose, what is born rich second generation, and then even if it is not good, even if it is a rag, IQ is 300, and there will be tens of thousands of yuan in income if you say a few words.

And themselves.

crossed over, and actually worried about eating.

Mo Yu didn't want to take out the four hundred yuan, not to mention that it was almost ten o'clock now, in case he met any gangsters along the way, and he had no money for food, then he would have to cry.

Carrying a hundred huge sums of money, Mo Yu was wearing a pair of slippers, looking a little depressed.

As for the way home, when he originally came, he took the small road, but now that he is so late to go back, Mo Yu plans to take the big road back.

There are some food stalls and barbecue night stalls on both sides, where are hundreds of thousands of cars parked, dozens of people are at one table and I have one table, and the voice is very loud, which is extremely lively.

Just one glance, Mo Yu withdrew his gaze.

The extravagant future was waiting for him, but he was not in a hurry, and as he walked, Mo Yu began to ponder.

How do I make money?

Mo Yu is a real person, and he is also very direct, he will find what he will do when he does things, let himself be a salesman, and he doesn't have that kind of eloquence and shameless ability.

In his previous life, he was a third-rate Internet singer and an unpopular online novel author.

Of course, if it sounds good, it is called the author, and if it is ugly, it is to hit the street, and if you are willing to call it a little more ugly, it is to die on the street.

Hitting the street is a derogatory word in the industry, referring to the quality of the work, the good writing of the work is the author, and the bad writing is the street.

Mo Yu's writing is okay, but the story written is not good, and people don't have any desire at first glance, but it's just a part-time interest.

But it's different now.

"That's right, fiction."

Mo Yu clapped his hands and couldn't help laughing.

But soon Mo Yu's face changed again, writing a novel is certainly a good way, but there are a few points to consider, first of all, even if there is no piracy, how many families can afford a computer in 02?

Even if you buy a computer, how many people will read novels, let alone spend money to read them.

It also means that it is impossible to have many readers in the novel industry at present, of course, as long as there are one or two thousand readers, Mo Yu is also satisfied, at least he can have a full stomach.

However, web novels have a fatal flaw.

That is, you can't get income immediately, you have to write 300,000 free chapters, and at the same time you have to have good grades, the website will push your novel to VIP, and then you can go to the VIP shelves, and make money at the same time.

And one of the more troublesome things is that, according to Mo Yu's memory, it seems that there is no so-called VIP in online novels in 02.

Although it is not very clear, Mo Yu has some memories that it was only in 2003 that the VIP charging model was officially launched.

In other words, if you want to make money quickly to eat, the novel is not a good way.

So what to do?

Walking on the road, Mo Yu's brows were furrowed, just walking, Mo Yu saw a bar, several cars parked at the door, and there were many people coming and going.

In and out were young people.

"Bar Singing."

Mo Yu patted his head, and couldn't help but smile to himself at the moment: "I am an Internet singer myself, and my current identity is also a bar singer, this profession is not bad, and the money is fast, fifty a day, fifty a day, enough to support myself, and then I will write a novel, which is perfect." ”

Thinking of this, Mo Yu couldn't help laughing.

Soon he walked to the door of the bar.

May Bar.

Looking at the past, it was more ordinary, Mo Yu walked in, and the security guards and security personnel at the door couldn't help frowning.

Mo Yu's clothes are still okay, but he is wearing a pair of slippers, but when he thinks of this kind of club, some rich sons and daughters come over, and at the moment they also think that Mo Yu is a son who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, so they don't dare to offend.

After a simple security check, it was released.

It's just that Mo Yu didn't go in, but looked at a big man with at least one meter and eight heads and said, "Brother, is there still a shortage of resident singers here?" ”

The security guard in blue clothes glanced at Mo Yu, his fierce face looked a little dissatisfied, chewed a betel nut and said, "Apply for a residency singer?" ”

"Eun."

Mo Yu nodded.

"Follow me."

The other party said casually, and then took Mo Yu to a private room.

Following behind, Mo Yu entered the private room and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a suit, looking a little imposing.

"Why did you bring someone in?"

In the private room is a mixer, docking the music outside, and inside is also a small room, with a lot of fruit plates and cigarettes on the coffee table.

"Manager Wu, this person wants to apply for a residency singer, so I brought it over."

The security guard said.

Manager Wu glanced at Mo Yu, and then frowned.

"Resident singing? Hmph, you better go back, I don't dare to invite you here, lest you fight here and be embarrassed. ”

He sneered.

However, Mo Yu didn't dare to say anything, but he didn't know how the other party knew that he was fighting in other bars.

"Manager Wu, that incident was a misunderstanding, don't worry, I'......"

After all, he is also a person who has lived for a lifetime, Mo Yu also knows that he can't be rash, he put his posture very low, and explained to Manager Wu, but the other party didn't like him at all.

It's like chasing flies.

"Get out, don't make noise here, get out of here."

The voice was impatient, and his expression was full of disgust, Manager Wu was a little angry, and the security guard saw that the situation was not right, and immediately looked at Mo Yu viciously and shouted: "You kid is deaf, don't you let me go." ”

"Ugh."

Mo Yu took a step back, the other party was vicious, and if he continued to stay here, he might really be beaten.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Yu left the May Bar.

"Fuck you, uncle."

After leaving the bar, Mo Yu was like a lost dog, but after taking a few steps, he gritted his teeth and scolded.

Don't just don't, as for being so sarcastic?

"One day, I will make you regret it, and let you know that you have rejected a king."

Mo Yu said in a small voice, because the louder voice was heard by them, and it would not be good to cause trouble.

There was anger suppressed in his heart, but Mo Yu only dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak.

"Ugh."

Sighing, Mo Yu felt a little hungry and felt that he couldn't treat himself badly, so he went back to the night stall to eat something.

There is nothing ahead, and there is no choice but to turn back.

When passing by the May Bar, the security guard looked disdainful and cold, and he was on top of him.

A security guard, but where to put the score.

Mo Yu took a deep breath and tried not to look at it, otherwise, he really didn't dare to promise that he wouldn't beat him.

Although you can't win a beating, it's terrible to be impulsive.

After suppressing his feelings, Mo Yu came to the food stall.

About one or two hundred people are here, after Mo Yu came, he sat in a random place, the business in the store was very good, there was some busy, and it took several minutes for a waiter to come.

"Hello, what do you need?"

The waitress said in a hurried tone, Mo Yu was in a bad mood, but the other party was a woman, and she was also a low-level person, so he didn't need to vent his anger on people who were similar to him.

"Thirty lamb skewers, two hot dogs, five big kidneys, one chicken thigh, another leek, and another bottle of Sprite."

Mo Yu said.

"Oh, okay, wait a minute."

After the other party finished recording, he immediately went back inside, and after about a few minutes, the Sprite was brought over.

Chilled Sprite, which is refreshing to drink.

With a hiccup, Mo Yu looked at the May bar not far away, and the colorful neon lights seemed a little dazzling.

"Why don't you find an opportunity to smash his lamp?"

Mo Yu said secretly in his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, Mo Yu didn't feel that he was a gentleman, on the contrary, he was still a villain, a very direct villain, if you scold me, I will scold back, if you beat me, I will fight back.

Of course, the premise is that you can scold and fight back.

Although it can't be compared to the owner of the May bar, at least it's okay to be disgusting and disgusting, right?

It's just that after more than ten minutes, I didn't come to order anything.

Now Mo Yu was a little angry.

"Waiter, waiter, waiter."

Mo Yu shouted a few times, but no one responded to him, and suddenly the love in his heart exploded instantly.

"It's really a dog, it's really bad luck today."

Mo Yu took a sip of Sprite fiercely, as if he was drinking liquor, to give himself courage.

Then he stood up and walked to the food stall, it had been almost twenty minutes, and it would be eleven o'clock soon, and Mo Yu planned to go home as soon as he finished eating.

But the other party has not been able to get anything, and Mo Yu is naturally full of anger.

After walking into the food stalls, it was a little stuffy, but it was also relatively large inside.

There are four cooks for stir-frying, side dishes, and five or six waiters, plus some barbecue chefs, and it looks overcrowded.

But that doesn't mean you can drag yourself out for 20 minutes.

Mo Yu was about to open his mouth to scold.

Suddenly, I heard a roar.

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