Hunan Province, Orange Island.

A corner of a city that has been almost forgotten by the world, with low shacks densely packed and lined up, at a glance, a dark and dark oppressive piece, giving people a dull and oppressive feeling.

Even the most glamorous city can not hide the ruin in the corners. And here, it is the gathering place of Orange Island's dirty mess, where countless pickled and dilapidated things breed and grow here.

"Sell tofu brains, sell tofu brains......"

A dilapidated horn sounded suddenly, loud and small, intermittently like a low battery. But it was still screaming fiercely, "Five dollars a bowl, five dollars a bowl......

This is somewhat similar to the scene in a horror novel, with a hint of madness. When the passers-by heard this, they all felt a burst of creepy, and then hurriedly stepped up and left without looking back...... Don't dare to stay for a moment.

"Sell... Brain...... Five dollars ......"

The sound of the horn became more and more intermittent, and through the rain curtain of early spring, it became more and more terrifying.

"Bang!"

There was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and several broken parts rolled out of the dark alley with a clang...... Looking at the way they look, it's clear that they're some parts of the horn.

"The dog's publicity, and said that he sold me a better speaker, I can't imagine that it is still this kind of eliminated goods that I don't know how many hands I have passed, if I delay Lao Tzu's business, you see that I don't fight with you!"

A manic curse sounded, and a man in a bib slowly walked out of the dark alleyway.

Look at his outfit...... Seemingly, is a cook?

He seemed to be unable to adapt to the sudden brightness, squinted his eyes, blocked the light with his hand slightly, and then began to curse again, "Why does it end raining on this dog day?" ”

It rains a lot in Hunan Province, and it will continue to be endless, and this time alone, it has been raining for more than half a month.

The weather is also slimy, which makes people feel uncomfortable for some reason.

"!" I saw that the man kicked away the broken horn parts around him with all his might, and scolded secretly.

"On your heart...... Flying freely ......"

In the silent alleyway, a string of inferior mobile phone ringtones suddenly sounded, and I saw that the man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly groped for himself.

"It's not...... Nor is it ...... Pregnant! ”

I don't know how many mobile phones are hidden on that person's body, and I groped for most of the day before I found the ringing mobile phone on my body...... At a glance, ho, it's still an international brand, a Nokia like a brick!

"Hmm...... Hmph...... "The man quickly calmed down, cleared his throat, and then pressed the connect button.

"Hey...... Editor-in-Chief Liu, hello hello...... It's me, Xiao Zhuo......"

"By the way, did you read the manuscript I sent you? I spent a lot of time preparing the documents this time...... The results will definitely be much better than the previous one......"

"What? Ten dollars for 1,000 words? As you know, I'm also a well-known writer...... Isn't this price too low? ”

"What? Only so many? I...... Think again! ”

Zhuo Jiu hung up the phone helplessly and sighed, "This old miscellaneous hair, it's clear that it's pressing my price!" ”

Zhuo Jiu, pen name Turbidity.

is a non-well-known writer who wanders around major online platforms, because the novels he writes are basically cut in as a chef, so in the online literature world, he also has a nickname, called chef.

Of course, not only writing novels, but also because his writing is not bad, he also served as a sought-after when he was poor. In a word, he will do whatever he wants to make a living, except for those who kill people and set fires.

As for his true identity, he is actually a cook, at least, he thinks so. Of course, he's not one of those chefs who mess around in the back of a restaurant, just a ...... The owner of a roadside stall selling tofu brains.

Although he kept scolding, he still honestly returned to the stall and sat there to initiate the flute.

It's just a makeshift cart made of all sorts of worn-out sticks. At the bottom of the cart are a series of things such as gas canisters and pots and pans. On top of the cart, a simple shelf is also made of wooden sticks, on which are placed mustard, chives and various spices. The overall look is a bit like the kind of wonton load we usually see......

Of course, mobility should be a lot stronger. In this way, even if you encounter the chengguan, you have a greater chance of escaping.

Next to the trolley, there was also a banner in black and white, which read, "Tofu brain, five fast and one bowl." ”

I don't know if he made a mistake on purpose or didn't notice that he wrote it wrong, in short, it was such a simple cart, which constituted the main means of livelihood of the well-known turbid wine on the Internet.

Of course, as mentioned earlier, his means of livelihood are not limited to this cart.

Fifteen yuan per thousand words is the quotation that Zongheng gave him the book. According to his daily code volume of about 3,000, he can get 45 yuan a day through this, and 1,350 yuan a month...... If you add the full attendance award, he can probably get 1650 yuan a month through code words.

Or before taxes.

Next to the cart, there was also a canvas full of holes, on which were placed various plates of shiny bracelets, just ...... It looks a little inferior.

This is another hobby of Zhuo Jiu, playing skewers, and of course, selling them.

His monthly income, except for basic living expenses, is basically thrown into this hobby. However, revenues ...... It's almost zero, he knows it himself, he just doesn't want to mention it.

It is these three livelihoods above that constitute the whole of his life.

But if you insist on making a ranking of these few livelihoods...... Writing books is always his first priority, then strings, and finally selling tofu brains.

However, in a place where the flow of people is extremely limited and the darkness does not slip away, a cart selling tofu brains appears for no reason, plus a stall selling skewers, anyone who sees it, I am afraid that they will feel hairy, so his business is never very good...... Or, no business at all!

However, he was optimistic by nature and didn't care much about it. After all, having no business means that he can write more freely about what he likes, and even sometimes, he wishes he had no business, so that no one will come and disturb his creation.

Zhuo Jiu has been a little embarrassed recently, after the previous book was forced to end for various reasons, the only reliable income he had every month was gone.

I contacted the editors of several websites, but because of his previous bad deeds, they didn't give a good guarantee.

Even, some just want to sign with him...... This made Muddy Wine, known as the guaranteed killer, very angry, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"I can only wait for the reply of Chicheng Chinese.com, I hope he can give a better price, otherwise, I can only accept the vertical and horizontal quotation first." The cook sighed helplessly.

The heavy rain in Orange Island was still majestic, and the cook sighed, helplessly opened his throat, and shouted.

"Tofu brain, tofu brain, five pieces a bowl, five pieces a bowl......"