Zhou Xiao thought that the meeting with Uncle Inoue would go to the theater, but after some communication, Zhou Xiao found out that Uncle Inoue was near his home.

Zhou Xiao, who went out, didn't take much effort to find Uncle Inoue near his home.

"Uncle Inoue, the phone call just now was just a joke, and I'm not without income these days, so I'll treat you for lunch later, but don't go over 1,000 yuan, in that case, I won't be able to afford it." Zhou Xiao said as soon as he saw Uncle Inoue.

"No, no...... Don't please......" Inoue refused.

“weishenme？ Uncle Inoue, you helped me say so many things in the theater, but I always remember it, I'm not the kind of ungrateful guy! Zhou Xiaodao.

"Because...... Zhou Xiao, I came to you for something else! "Inoue said.

"Oh? What's the matter? Is it tomorrow's show? Zhou Xiaodao.

"I ...... Alas......" Inoue sighed, and finally told the story of the theater in the past few days.

I'm a pervert, and the level of this joke is very good, as can be seen from the applause and cheers that almost shook the ceiling after the performance that day.

However, this also made Sakaguchi, who was already jealous and worried that Zhou Xiao would surpass him, and even let him lose his job, made him even more determined that he wanted to get rid of Zhou Xiao's Jihua!

An old artist who has debuted for ten years wants to drive away a young artist who has just debuted for half a year? This kind of thing is simple...... It's like eating and sleeping.

After Sakaguchi had a bad talk with the owner of the theater, Sakaguchi not only succeeded in driving Zhou Xiao away, but even achieved greater results!

This owner of the theater even drove Uncle Inoue out of the theater!

After hearing the news, Zhou Xiao opened his mouth in surprise, even Uncle Inoue was fired?

It can be said that Inoue's result is much more terrible than Zhou Xiao's dismissal, Zhou Xiao is only eighteen years old, he has a lot of time to squander, and he only has one person, it can be said that one person can feed the whole family without hunger, even if he can only earn less than 100,000 yen a month, he can barely live in Tokyo.

But what about Uncle Inoue? He has children and a wife, and Japanese women, especially middle-aged women like Uncle Inoue's wife, are all professional housewives, and Uncle Inoue, as the only source of income, can't bring back at least 300,000 yen to the family every month...... Even if food and clothing can be guaranteed, what about the loan for decades of the house? What about the various expenses that my child needs to go to school?

"I'm really ...... It's a big disaster......" Zhou Xiao patted a cold forehead and said.

"Hey...... I didn't expect him to have so much influence with his boss. Uncle Inoue said helplessly.

"No, I'll beg them! It's okay if I don't do it, but Uncle Inoue, you can't lose this job! Zhou Xiao got up and said.

"Don't ...... Don't go, it's useless! Inoue hurriedly got up and grabbed Zhou Xiao.

"Why didn't it work? You didn't get in the way of them. Zhou Xiaodao.

"Why didn't it get in the way, the owner of the theater couldn't fire me just because of Sakaguchi's words, he must have seen me unpleasantly a long time ago, and this time the incident was just a reason."

"This ...... Ay! Uncle Inoue! You really helped me a lot, when I first started as a comedy artist, it was you who took me in so that I couldn't find a way to at least persevere, and you also helped me talk a lot when I was in the theater! I, Zhou Xiao, are very poor now, but believe me, I will definitely be developed! I will not do you any wrong! If you want to work, I'll give you a job, if you don't want to work, I'll support you for the rest of your life! ”

Zhou Xiao said something like this...... In fact, it's not very suitable, don't forget, when I was in the theater before, Inoue was the boss and he was an ordinary little artist, but who made him Zhou Xiao, who made him ...... has a treasure that can't be said but is priceless, so he has the confidence to say so.

"Don't say that, I'm not helping you...... I kept you performing in theater because I think you have the potential to talk to you in front of Sakaguchi or something...... Actually, I didn't say anything for you, otherwise I would have replaced you when I performed that day, and I couldn't compare to Sakaguchi's shili, so that day, I didn't actually do anything......" Inoue said.

"You've done a lot!" Zhou Xiaodao.

"And you lost your job because of me, and that alone is worth my promise!"

"Listen to what you mean, do you already have a way to make money?" Inoue asked.

"I haven't made much money yet, but there are a lot of things I'm doing, like I'm writing novels, and I can probably make money if I publish them, and singing! I made a few songs and went out to sing every day, and although I don't make much money now, I'm sure someone will be able to appreciate it! ”

In fact, there is one thing Zhou Xiao has always wondered, the songs he chose to adapt are all excellent, AKB48's songs may be a little less musical, but catchy is certain, and those good and high-quality songs are all excellent, but Weishenme can't get enough audience attention......

"Zhou ...... Zhou Xiao, you ......" Inoue was not very excited when he heard Zhou Xiao's words, he looked a little speechless and stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Do so much...... You're not going to have some ...... It's so ambitious. "Inoue said.

Looking at Uncle Inoue's frowning appearance, Zhou Xiao suddenly realized that he was not to blame, but Zhou Xiao's performance was too hard to believe now. There's no way, a guy who hasn't yet turned 20 years old, and who just said that he has been a funny artist for less than half a year, actually goes to engage in some literary creation, and even writes songs to sell and sing, anyone who is a little more sensible probably won't think that this guy can do all these things well. Normal people's energy is limited, and the result of all those who want to be zuihou is doomed to failure, and Inoue, who has already reached middle age, doesn't understand this.

"I ...... Alas, you won't believe it, go, go to my house, listen to my novels and my songs! Zhou Xiao stood up and said.

"I don't have much experience with these things." Uncle Inoue said.

"What if you don't have experience, people will always have the ability to appreciate good things, and I'm sure you'll like it." Zhou Xiao said as he walked with Inoue.

Zhou Xiao took Uncle Inoue back to his cabin, and he was not very surprised by the room where Zhou Xiao lived, unless he worked well, most of the Japanese lived in this kind of small room before he got married, and the kind of thing that lived in a spotless big room that was cleaned even though he had worked for a few years basically only appeared in the Yuejiu TV series.

After entering the house, Zhou Xiao first handed over the novel that had been partially written to Inoue.

Because of his age, the first novel Zhou Xiao chose was naturally "Meteor Trip".

In several novels in Zhou Xiao's mind, the dedication of suspect X and the new entrant are both adult plays, and although Meteor Trip is also considered an adult, it is obviously much younger than the first two, and the reasoning in the novel is not very complicated, so it is normal for an eighteen-year-old young man to write it.

Because you have to change the tone and format of the text in Japanese, and at the same time, you have to write it out stroke by stroke with a pen, so Zhou Xiao can't write fast at all when he writes, let alone 10,000 words a day, 5,000 words a day is very difficult, no way, although there was already a computer in 2000, an Internet café and a word, but these things ...... Either Zhou Xiao didn't, or even if he had the conditions, he was reluctant to go, so he had to turn on the dim light in the room every night, watching TV while coding words, in the past few days, he wrote a total of about 30,000 words of novel content, although it was only a beginning, but Zhou Xiao felt that he could at least see that he had some strength in novels.

The 30,000-word novel is still quite easy to read, and Inoue flipped through the pages and quickly finished reading the beginning of the part.

"Well...... Is this really you? Inoue asked, closing the novel.

"That's right, it's fake!" Zhou Xiao patted his chest and said.

"Strange......" Inoue said.

"What's weird?" Zhou Xiao asked.

"The writing is very old-fashioned, not like it was written by an 18-year-old young child at all, but like a middle-aged person." Inoue said.

"You...... Didn't you say you couldn't read it? Zhou Xiao couldn't help asking.