Liang Xi is a thin and tall young man, with clean hair and face, simple sportswear, and a slight damp musty smell.

He doesn't like to look at people in the eye, and he is especially afraid of eye contact.

It was as if that moment of eye contact would peel off his fragile protective color and expose his true and sensitive heart.

This person is Wei Kun's netizen.

I've known him for more than ten years, and he's a well-known online writer.

Lu Xun said well, young people in their teens and twenties, who have nothing to do and no job, most of them will imagine themselves as a writer.

When Wei Kun heard that Liang Xi also lived in Yunhai City, he had the idea of asking him to write the script.

Whether it is a live broadcast, a short video, a medium video, or even a good thing that starts with P, it needs an interesting and eye-catching script, so that in a short period of time, the contradictions and accidents can be concentrated to produce excellent program effects, improve the audience experience, and make them emotionally satisfied.

Only by making the audience happy first can we gather stable popularity.

The growth of the female corpse in red's desire for popularity is like the increase in the requirements of the Internet sisters for their male compatriots over the years.

The latter talked about it and collapsed, at most, it was a cyberbullying of Guo Nan, for example, you rubbed my ass, stolen headphones or something, in the eyes of the little fairy, it was a very small thing.

What if the former is not negotiated?

Wei Kun dared to guarantee that his three legs would probably not be saved.

He also fantasized about what if Honghong was just hungry for her body and didn't want to kill herself?

Later, when I thought about it, these two things do not conflict.

Wei Kun can only bully and bully Shasha, a little mentally retarded, or use a child as an excuse to coerce the little secretary, and for the time being, he can't suppress the strong woman Minister Honghong, whose posture is stronger than others, and has to tolerate her behavior.

"Sooner or later, one day, I'm going to be on top of her and crush her hard." He secretly made up his mind to fight for the dignity of the chairman and his own life!

in the office.

Li Xiaoya sat awkwardly on the sofa, looking like an uncombed teddy. The afterglow kept wandering between Yiyi and Liang Xi.

Yiyi played with her immature little hands, licking her fingers from time to time, and laughing strangely from time to time, as if her soul was satisfied. However, under her slender and beautiful girlish appearance, it is a little eccentric and playful.

Wei Kun looked at the thin young man in front of him again,

He recalled the scene that employee Xia Yan told him about knocking on the door when he went to Liang Xi's house in the morning......

"Knock knock."

Xia Yan knocked on the security door, dressed in a neat professional outfit, and asked crisply, "Is there anyone?" ”

Waited a while.

There was a sound of footsteps inside the door, and it was more than thirty seconds before a mature voice pinched its throat and plucked up the courage to reply.

"Adults aren't at home!"

The screen closes, and I return to the office.

According to Xia Yan's report, Liang Xi lives alone and has no girlfriend, let alone children.

Are older people afraid of young people?

Wei Kun looked at Liang Xi's restrained appearance, knocked on the table, and said, "Xiao Liang, I read the script you wrote, how to say it, it's okay overall, but can you write less satirical things about the country and insinuating facts?" ”

Speaking of this, Liang Xi became excited, raised his head and stiffened his neck and said.

"I'm oppressed, isn't it okay for me to scream silently? I Have No Mouth， and I Must Scream！ (I don't have a mouth but I have to scream)"

Wei Kun shook his head, waiting for his emotions to stabilize first.

Li Xiaoya finally combed her hair.

She admires writers very much, and in her opinion, the poorer and harder the writers, the more they can write good works that are shocking. If she had followed her standards, Liang Xi would have won the Nobel Prize in Literature a long time ago.

So she defended Liang Xi.

"Boss, I think the public needs something deep to fill the empty heart."

"How much depth do you have?"

Wei Kun turned his head to look at Li Xiaoya, took an unhurried sip of sharp carving5, and continued: "Live broadcasts and short videos are roadside fast food, clicking is to negotiate the price, liking and red hearts are the end of praise, collecting and following is to take the business card and plan to see you another day." Everyone's life is hard enough, and they don't need others to stick knives in their hearts, let alone help them call 110 and call the morality police, understand? ”

Li Xiaoya tried to refute.

"But, but I still think that what Writer Liang said is right, he is oppressed, many people are oppressed, there must be someone to speak for these oppressed! I think my performance style is very suitable for the style of writer Liang, this kind of in-depth and insightful story, a young girl will definitely not be able to act, the protagonist needs to have deep social experience......"

When she spoke, she didn't forget to sneak a glance at Yiyi, and saw that Yiyi was still snorting her fingers, and secretly put her mind at ease.

"Oppressed, um......"

Wei Kun let out a long sigh and said, "Xiaoya, I'm here, I suggest you communicate with Liang Xi first, ask him what he used to do, and what works he wrote......

Li Xiaoya saw some Ni Duan from Wei Kun's expression.

There seems to be some misunderstanding somewhere?

No matter!

For the sake of the big heroine, in order to be famous, Li Xiaoya is willing to even get stuck in the washing machine!

Li Xiaoya looked at Liang Xi, waved her hand awkwardly, said hello, and said with a smile.

"That, Writer Liang, you said that you are engaged in writing because you are oppressed, take the liberty to ask what you did before?"

Liang Xi was a little nervous and squirmed.

"I'm a doctor, I'm not afraid of your jokes, on the spur of the moment, the unspoken rule is that the patient was reported, so I lost my job."

Li Xiaoya complained secretly.

I can't see it—

With this bamboo pole figure with a small head and small arms, can it still subtly rule patients? If you put it in Europe and the United States, I'm afraid you can stuff your head into it!

But she still has to hold Liang Xi, after all, she is the screenwriter of the company in the future......

She looked understanding, pulled her sideburns, and continued to smile.

"Who doesn't have impulses? I want to give people a chance to make amends for their mistakes. Compared with ordinary people and rich people, we just lack the opportunity for trial and error, so we always hit a wall, think about it from another angle, this is also a manifestation of being oppressed by the system, oh yes, Liang Writer, what kind of doctor did you use to be? ”

"I'm a veterinarian."

"Oh, the veterinarian is good, caring, loves small animals...... What?! ”

Li Xiaoya's eyes widened, her lips trembled as if she had been struck by lightning. "That's with cats and dogs or something, it's not good......"

"Who said it was a cat or a dog." Liang Xi shook his head.

Li Xiaoya was shocked, gasped, and blurted out. "You took the initiative to dive the chipmotle? Lizard? Brazilian tortoise? ”

"Who said it took the initiative." Liang Xi shook his head again.

“WTF！”

Li Xiaoya couldn't pretend to be a lady, she couldn't sit still, she was dumbfounded: "Isn't that a chrysanthemum not ......?"

Liang Xi showed a trace of nostalgia and criticized bitterly.

"You're thinking inertia again, why not your navel?"

Li Xiaoya was numb.

She looked at her boss Wei Kun, like falling into an ice cave, her hands and feet were cold, she squeezed out a trace of an ugly smile, and said: "Boss, Writer Liang's script, my ability and thinking may not be ready, I still want to continue to be a popular house manager, the work is very good......"

"The style of life is just a small problem, and it doesn't affect the comeback of celebrities. Let's take a look at Liang's previous works. ”

Wei Kun pushed the tablet over and motioned for Li Xiaoya to take a look.