When I was a child, there was an old man in the village who grinded sesame oil.

In order to make his donkey work well, the old man hung a carrot in front of the donkey's head, and the donkey wanted to eat it, but he could never reach it.

Yang Hao, who gave out the movie script and returned home, suddenly had a hint of realization, maybe in Chang Jihong's eyes, he was the donkey who wanted to eat carrots.

has good looks, good acting skills, and knows how to market himself, so Chang Jihong, as a famous entertainment agent, is interested in himself.

In addition, there was a sudden explosion tonight, revealing his singing strength transformed by AI in front of everyone..., if the expert Chang Jihong doesn't want to sign himself, it's really weird!

But if you want to sign, you want to sign, but before signing the contract, the conditions still have to be discussed, you can't be a little Internet celebrity Yang Hao wants whatever conditions, I'll give you what conditions, right?

After all, in the entertainment industry, strength is one thing, and whether you can become popular in the end is another.

But before I Chang Jihong signed a contract with you Yang Hao, I couldn't let other brokerage companies take the lead, so I could only hang you with a carrot.

And this movie script is actually that carrot.

Don't you want to be a film director? Well, it's possible for me to give you a chance.

Sure enough, there is no one who can get out in the entertainment industry, no one is stupid and sweet, whether it is in the past life or in this life.

Shaking his head and sighing with emotion, Yang Hao was ready to attack the Yangchun pig's trotters on the table.

How Yang Chun's pig's trotters are cooked, you still need to taste it yourself. If the taste is right, then it will be cooked according to this recipe in the future, as for the sales problem, there is no need to worry about it at all, the bizarre marketing plan buddy's head is more, believe it or not, buddy now dare to send one to the United States △ Guobai Palace?

If the taste is not right, then you have to adjust the recipe and the heat of the stewed pig's trotters.

But just when Yang Hao picked up a piece of pig's trotters that looked good with chopsticks, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Dangdang..."

"Who?" Yang Hao asked.

Because he has to watch in the store, Yang Chun usually doesn't come back to live, besides, even if he suddenly comes back to live one day, he also has the key to the house, so he doesn't need to knock on the door.

But in response to Yang Hao, there were three knocks on the door.

"Dangdang..."

"Here we are."

Yang Hao had no choice but to put down the chopsticks in his hand and walk over to open the door.

Could it be that the grandson of an old artist is naughty and has nothing to do, so he knocks on the door of the neighbor's house?

Pull open the door pin and open the door, but the corridor is empty, Yang Hao came out of the house again, and looked up and down with the help of the lights in the corridor, but still found no trace of people.

it...

Today, the troublemaker is running pretty fast?!

Shaking his head with a smile, Yang Hao was about to go home again, but when he turned around, he found that a small note had been posted on the door of his house.

There are words on the note, and the handwriting is beautiful, and it looks like a woman's handwriting.

【Old place, drink!】 】

Old place, drinking...

The five words are easy to understand and clear at a glance, but Yang Hao, who saw it, was a little confused.

The old place, where is the old place?

The old man didn't understand it.

And just as Yang Hao was frantically complaining that this woman was unreliable, a thin voice came from overhead.

"Why? Why don't you hurry up? ”

"Uh..."

………………

Beiying Community

Although the old-fashioned red brick buildings are made of sturdy and durable materials, the design is unreasonable, and basically every house has no balcony.

If you want to dry clothes and quilts, you can only go to the rooftop, which is why the stairs lead straight to the roof.

When he got home, put on his coat, and Yang Hao, who was frowning, stepped onto the rooftop step by step.

The voice just now is a little familiar, think about it carefully, it should be the 85 big flower Liu Yifei, a domestic first-line actress in her previous life.

But if it's her, this makes Yang Hao even more curious, how did she know [former Yang Hao], a Beiying level 02, a Beiying level 06, the girl has graduated, and the boy has not yet entered the school?

What is the relationship between her and [former Yang Hao]?

Isn't she afraid that in the process of drinking, [former Yang Hao] suddenly has evil thoughts and wants to treat her?

With such a question, Yang Hao tiptoed onto the rooftop, and as soon as he pushed the door up, he immediately saw a woman in a beige windbreaker sitting on a lounge chair on the rooftop waving to him.

"What's going on today? Why is it so slow? ”

"Oh..., before you came, the grandson of Teacher Liu Jiang's family knocked on the door to make trouble, and when you knocked on the door, I thought he was here again?"

Seeing that the other party was really Liu Yifei, Yang Hao suppressed the shock in his heart and put all the blame on the boy who usually likes to make trouble.

"Hahaha..."

Liu Yifei smiled happily.

"I've told you a long time ago that living in this kind of old building is chaos, but the human touch is quite strong."

"Hehe, yes."

Yang Hao smiled and sat down at the other end of the lounge chair.

"Why are you sitting so far away?

Hurry up and clean up? ”

Liu Yifei's movements were not slow, and as she spoke, she pulled something out of the plastic bag under her feet.

There are peanuts, ham sausages, Niulanshan Erguotou, uh..., and a Yangchun pig's trotter that Yang Hao looks particularly familiar with.

it...

It turned out that among the two beautiful girls who encountered Yang Chunqiang's buying and selling tonight, one of them was Liu Yifei?!

……

On the leisure chair between Yang Hao and Liu Yifei, there is a large white plastic bag, on which peanuts, ham sausages, and of course, Yangchun pig's trotters are placed.

Liu Yifei picked up the convenient chopsticks, pinched a small pig's trotter, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and gave Yang Hao a thumbs up.

"Uh-huh..., delicious!"

Delicious?

Are you sure?

At this time, Yang Hao also stuffed a piece into his mouth, well..., how to say it?

Not bad!

The bones are soft, fragrant but not greasy, the hoof jelly is crystal clear, and there is a fragrance of pine wood in it.

Of course, if you insist on saying that there are still shortcomings, it is that the saltiness is slightly heavy.

And Yang Hao was thinking about it, and a bottle of Niulanshan Erguotou with the lid opened was handed over from the opposite side.

"Come, let's still have one bottle per person?"

"Good!"

In fact, as early as in his previous life, Yang Hao had seen this beauty drinking liquor, when filming the movie "The Second Generation of Goblins", at its finale banquet, a bottle of liquor directly put down Li Guangjie, one of the leading actors.

Seeing that Yang Hao agreed, the beauty didn't say a word, she raised her head and took a bite first.

"Tsk, ah..., happy!"

"Haha, huh?"

Yang Hao raised the wine bottle in his hand and immediately followed with a smile.

Drinking with beautiful women, men can't be cowardly.

"Yang Hao..."

"Huh?"

"Tell me the truth, is your schizophrenia a performance?"

"Uh..." Yang Hao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"Guess?"

"I guess..."

The beautiful woman sitting on the rooftop looked left and right, and then stuck her head straight over.

"I guess you don't have schizophrenia, but you are possessed by some soul, and the time of possession is precisely when your yang energy is at its weakest, from eight to eight o'clock in the evening..."

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

Before the beauty could finish speaking, Yang Hao coughed violently.

Beauty!

Can we read less books like supernatural in the future?

"Come on, come on, Yang Hao, can you tell me?

What was going on in your head from eight o'clock to a quarter past eight? Or is his soul consciousness hiding to the side, watching as something else takes over his body? ”