[To tell the truth, the beauty with the pig's head, poke my strange XP.] 】

[The photo is too mushy, the paparazzi lose chicken legs tonight, there is no material for my little yellow man. 】

[I still have to sigh, the plague chicken really can go down to the mouth. 】

Who is the plague chicken? 】

[Wen Jiang = WJ=Plague chicken, correct and to the point.] 】

Idle netizens have already taken the paste photo that seems to be taken with a landline and compared it with the bigwigs in the circle one by one, trying to find out where the pig's head who spent a night with Wen Jiang is the demon.

They didn't care how the person concerned would feel when they saw this kind of comment, but thought that Wen Jiang should be glad that the paste was his protective color.

The reason for hating the original owner is simple:

The original male protagonist Yun Shanchu has been rumored and slandered by the original owner when he first debuted, trying to play that set, and then Yun Shanchu became popular, and the original owner didn't know how to restrain himself, so he bought the paparazzi to secretly take indecent photos of him and his partners, and was later picked up:

It's not indecent, it's just that the paparazzi have deliberately found a special angle.

Overnight, Yun Shanchu was distressed by the whole network because of the so-called "indecent photos", and his popularity soared, looking at people with filters, only to feel that his acting skills beat all first-class artists, and the original owner was self-defeating, and he single-handedly put Yun Shanchu on the altar.

The two of them used to be called home, but now Yun Fan doesn't care about Wen Jiang as a home at all, 60 million fans and 3 million fans are qualitative differences, he is just a silverfish hiding in the shadows to make a bad thing, scold him and scold him for a time?

The other side.

Wen Jiang received a return call from the welfare agency, and the other party thanked him a thousand times, saying that he hoped that Wen Jiang would have time to go and see the children.

Wen Jiang said: "I've been busy lately, I will definitely visit when I am free, what else is missing from your side, just write a list to me." ”

The people in the welfare agency were also upright, and they quickly took a list and sent it to him.

Books, handicraft materials, entertainment facilities, etc., all add up to dozens of Ws.

Wen Jiang replied to the message: [Okay, all preparations will be made within half a year. 】

Money will never be blown by the wind, and Wen Jiang has never been a person who sits still.

He logged in to the original owner's Weibo and did not make any response to the matter of climbing the bed, but posted:

[At eight o'clock tonight, the live broadcast room will be connected to the microphone, and we will not see you or disperse. 】

Black fans took a look at it and were happy.

[Dare to start a live broadcast? You don't think someone will give you a small gift. 】

[Open, I'm afraid you won't open it, and I've saved a lot of words to scold you.] 】

[Hahaha live broadcast? ] He was the one who asked me to scold him, and it was the first time I had seen someone make such a request when I was so old. 】

[Plague chicken: At eight o'clock tonight, the live broadcast will be scolded, and I will not see you or disperse. 】

Wen Jiang ignored these people, followed the clues in the original owner's mobile phone to find the rental house where the original owner lived, and turned out the door lock code in the memo.

On the way home, I also bought pork belly and some condiments by the way.

On the other side, the headquarters of Asia Cube Electronics Group.

Huo Qingzhang buckled the tie knot with one hand, pulled it down slightly, and covered the mouse with his fingers, sliding the roller without a pair.

The assistant came in to convey the news: "Representative Huo, the police already have eyebrows, the person in charge of the Xin'an Group, who was once acquired by Asia Cube Electronics, was dissatisfied with the company's acquisition, and managed to get an invitation letter from the council to buy the waiter to give birth to the drug, and now the police have filed a case for investigation." ”

Huo Qingzhang nodded, his gaze stopped on Wen Jiang's Weibo homepage, and a line of small words was reflected in his dark pupils:

[At eight o'clock tonight, the live broadcast will be connected, and we will see you or disperse. 】

He thought of the morning when he left the Guanlantang Hotel, Wen Jiang was wrapped in a loose yukata and sat at the head of the bed, his eyes were dull when he first woke up from a big dream, but he looked at himself in a daze, looking through the autumn water and seemed to have a lot to say, he didn't give him this opportunity, threw down the check to warn him and left in a hurry.

Huo Qingzhang believed that this was definitely not the last time he saw Wen Jiang, he lost his mind for a while during the drug effect that night, and he did not take any safety measures between the obsessive and unlucky, if he was unlucky enough, there was a high probability that he would have to entangle with this person for a long time.

Born in a consortium, he can only take it step by step, some people want him to die too much, and the self-defeating trick is not a hundred but eighty or ninety, trying to ruin his reputation by relying on peach news, so as to successfully pocket Asia Cube Electronics.

I have to sigh again, the opponent is really insightful, and even his preferences are clear, if he reaches the marriageable age, if Wen Jiang is not a traitor, he is very fond of that skin.

"Fortunately, the paparazzi are not clever enough, secretly photographing the wrong person, and shifting the topic to irrelevant people." The assistant said.

Huo Qingzhang also thought that he would see his peachy news flying all over the sky after this night, but netizens guessed and guessed, and no one thought about him.

It's just that Wen Jiang said that he was going to start a live broadcast tonight, but he wanted to see what his mouth could say.

*

At eight o'clock in the evening, Wen Jiang opened the live broadcast room on time.

As he expected, the hottest day of paste coffee was the day of "Rongdeng" hot search, so it also brought a lot of traffic, and black fans have been looking forward to it for a long time, and as soon as the door of the live broadcast room opened, a swarm of bees poured in.

[Frog fun, it's really open, I respect you as a man. 】

[Hee-hee, for you, I deliberately recited the scolding without dirty words, I'm ready, are you ready? 】

[Turn off the beauty, so who doesn't know that you have a Reuters powder of 100,000. ] 】

Wen Jiang didn't have any mood swings because of these people's nonsense, he has been in the circle for seven years, what kind of people have never been seen, when he is entangled by madmen, I am afraid that these people will only scold "draft".

"Beauty? How to turn it off. He asked deliberately.

[Just the face icons in the lower left corner of your live broadcast room.] 】

Wen Jiang raised his eyebrows, looking at the row of villains, and his chin was visible to the naked eye, one thinner than the other.

He clicked on the first face icon with a round chin.

The chin instantly became a melon seed.

[Grass, how can it hurt people if you turn off your beauty! ] 】

[Ah, no, I have to wash my eyes.] 】

Wen Jiang nodded to the second pointed chin villain.

The chin instantly became an awl, plus a ten-level dermabrasion filter, and the nose was all gone, and only two points remained.

[Okay, I know you don't have a beautiful face...... Hurry up and turn off your beauty. 】

[This chin, although we hate you, you will not use the awl jaw to harm yourself. 】

Because of this stupid beauty function, the situation in the originally smoky live broadcast room has changed dramatically, and there are many ridicules, but it seems a little harmonious.

Black fans keep calling him ugly, but they see the gap between people in the live broadcast room of the most hated person.

In all fairness, the face is good-looking.

But the purpose of coming here today is to scold this little slut and break the defense, and expect him to be like a clown who can't bear to fight back frantically.

[Hurry up, I'm going to insult you with all my life's learning.] 】

Wen Jiang was not annoyed at all, studied for a long time, and randomly connected an audience.

Coincidentally, it was this black fan who wanted to insult him with what he had learned all his life.

Huo Qingzhang had already entered the live broadcast room in the chaos, looking at the foul language of the barrage, he suddenly didn't want to look directly at these three indiscriminate, the mouse moved to the upper left corner, and he was about to quit, but he heard Lianmai's black fan come up with a sentence:

"Hee-hee, let's go step by step, first ask you something simple, huh...... What does it feel like to gnaw a pig's head, let's talk about it in detail. ”

The pig's head he said naturally refers to the pig's head three who spent the Spring Festival with Wen Jiang on the Internet.

When a normal person is asked this kind of question, he must feel ashamed and humiliated, and then report and complain, but Wen Jiang still laughed calmly.

"I'm a forgetful person, I can't remember the past few days, would you like to give me some time to experience it again?"

The black fan was dumbfounded: "What are you talking about...... You won't want ...... Don't, I haven't finished scolding you yet, don't do color, let this live broadcast room for a while. ”

Wen Jiang had already stood up, took his mobile phone, and walked through the room to ......

Kitchen?

【? Could there be a pig's head hidden in the kitchen? 】

[Is this what I can see?] Wen Jiang, you're really crazy, go to a mental hospital to get your head checked. 】

Wen Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Guessed right, I did hide the pig's head." ”

When his hand touched the refrigerator, the live broadcast room was collectively shocked.

Nima, play so big? Refrigerator hiding? Playing so big? Is the brother inside okay?

It's just that after opening the refrigerator, everyone looked at the pig's head inside...... Meat, and the collective fell silent.

There was only a palm-sized piece of pork belly in the empty refrigerator, and it was hard for everyone to say, and it felt a little miserable.

Wen Jiang calmly put the mobile phone away, and began to clean up the pork belly, blanching and cutting in one go, the knife technique is steady, the cut meat is even and beautiful, and when the white and moist fingers gently rub on the meat piece, the strange thing is that everyone does not have that kind of worldly desire.

The barrage sentence "Friendly reminder, you can breathe" expresses everyone's voice.

When watching the handicraft activities, it seems that most people will be attracted to the attention, and they can hit the barrage, but they can't help but shout behind the screen, "Too much soy sauce!" ”

When the braised pork is freshly out of the pot, everyone is salivating:

[, this looks good, WJ, you really have two brushes. 】

[I'm greedy, I'll say first, Wen Jiang, do you mind if I come to the door with a spoon? 】

Wen Jiang: "Don't mind, you can even call another carload of bread people." ”

[If you are an artist, you can't please it, so it's better to be a cook. 】

Wen Jiang: "I don't want to be a cook, can't I be a rice worm waiting to die?" ”

Maybe the black fans themselves didn't realize that they had long forgotten their original intentions and lost their desire to swear.

even thinks that Wen Jiang speaks humorously and will pick up the stalk.

The braised pork is steaming, the thick oil red sauce is golden in color, just looking at it, you can feel the instant softness and melt in the mouth, accompanied by a slight sweetness, I can't help but sigh that I am so lucky to be born by my mother!

Wen Jiang turned on the microphone and raised his chopsticks: "Now, let's taste the taste of the pig's head." ”

[Ahh 】

[People are in pain during the fat loss period, why do I want to see this live broadcast at night. 】

【Beauty...... The food court is the main one? 】

Wen Jiang picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and her beautiful eyebrows gradually frowned with the action of chewing.

I'm still the same hand I used to be, and I haven't changed in the slightest.

Lianmai's black fan was silent for a long time, watching his expression change, and asked, "So, is the pig's head delicious?" ”

"It's unpalatable, only good-looking." Wen Jiang was blunt.

The blanching heat is not in place, the taste of blood is mixed with bitterness, astringency and salt, and after a bite, the sugar color is all pasted in the throat.

But he still picked up the second piece of meat and put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and frowned and chewed slowly, it was unpalatable, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Even Mai Hei Fan was silent again, and after a century, he finally asked the question in his heart:

"It's unpalatable, why do you have to eat it?"

Wen Jiang wiped her lips, took a sip of white water, and said slowly:

"There are many conventions in society, and even if they are not legally constrained, there are always invisible shackles that make people have no way out."

A vague sentence made the live broadcast room abruptly silent.

After a long time, Lianmai Heifen asked softly, "Is someone forcing you to do this kind of thing?" ”

He didn't pick out what "this kind of thing" was, but everyone knew it.

This time, Wen Jiang didn't answer again, and after being silent for a long time, he raised his head and showed a smile that went against his will: "It's not too early, today's live broadcast of Lianmai is over here, and everyone should rest early." ”

Wen Jiang didn't make any response to this, but it seemed that everyone heard a deafening distress signal.

Suddenly, the barrage crossed the line "When will WJ die to send you a rocket launcher".

It's like a strange chain reaction, with the first barrage of gifts, the second and third countless followers.

Lian Mai Hei Fan's voice sounded a little bitter: "I'll give you some gifts, eat something good, well, and...... Live well, come on. ”

[I won't scold you again in the future, and I hope you don't continue to run on Chu Chu, and you will be okay. 】

[In fact, after watching a live broadcast, I feel that you have a good personality, emotional intelligence, and a high personality, why do you have to rely on this stinking method to raise yourself, why can't you believe that you can have a great future by yourself. 】

[Hey...... A thousand words come together in one sentence: Come on. 】

Cutting off the live broadcast room, Wen Jiang looked at the words that the signal was terminated for a long time, and a meaningful smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"It's not forced, it's voluntary."

Yes, that little mole that haunts the dream, that drunken jade and decadent face, is all voluntary.

He clicked into the backstage to return all the gifts given by the audience, and paid out of his own pocket to make up for the gift share of the live broadcast platform.

The hearts of people in the world are the most difficult to understand, so we must draw a line with black powder, and maybe one day I will be bitten back.

At the same time, Huo Qingzhang stared at the signal that the live broadcast was interrupted, and a sneer came out of his nose.

This little trick can only deceive the children who are not deeply involved in the world, although the opponent sent him a favorite skin, but the beauty means are really low-level, in front of him to get an axe, play are the predecessors to play leftovers.

He moved the mouse to the exit button, and his index finger was raised, but it didn't fall for a long time.

Suddenly, the scene of Wen Jiang sitting at the head of the bed wrapped in a bathrobe resurfaced in my mind, and the eyes looking through the autumn water were like frozen photos, lingering.

Huo Qingzhang sighed heavily and closed the live broadcast room.

The assistant suddenly knocked on the door and came in: "Representative Huo, today's work has been handled properly." ”

Huo Qingzhang nodded casually: "You get off work first." ”

"It's ten o'clock, you should go back early to rest."

After the assistant finished speaking, he was suddenly stopped by Huo Qingzhang as soon as he walked to the door.

I saw him take out a pile of checkbooks from the drawer, take out a pen and write down 20 million after the amount, and then tore off the check and handed it to the assistant: "You take the time to help me hand it over to him." ”

The assistant asked knowingly, "You mean to hand it over to Mr. Wen Jiang?" ”

Huo Qingzhang let out a low "um", did not continue the topic, turned around and continued to work.

*

Late at night, Wen Jiang rummaged through major novel websites, and finally let him turn to a novel with a theme that was highly similar to his famous work.

A little-known author, this novel has only about 5,000 collections, the article is called "Red Dawn", which tells the story of human traffickers who destroy children into deformities to win the sympathy of passers-by and beg, and a single father who quits his job to find his missing daughter and travels to every city to inquire about his daughter's whereabouts, and finally reunites with his disabled daughter.

Although the main story line is simple, the father has experienced many dangers and obstacles in the process, the inaction of the police, the government's deliberate suppression and blockade in order to whitewash the peace, and the kind-hearted people and immoral people who fooled his father along the way, which makes the simple main line more full and the expression of human nature more profound.

And the author's writing is excellent, the emotional description is delicate and touching, so that Master Wen, who was tired all day, stayed up all night to read the novel word by word, crying and wetting the pillow.

He doesn't think that a small collection is bad for writing, just in the commercial literature of Mary Sue, it is really difficult to find something too profound.

If you show it to any director, it will only be thrown away as garbage, and the big directors no longer care about the content, they only care about whether the IP is big or not.

It's just that Wen Jiang has never taken the usual path.

When he received the script of his famous film that year, the salary was only 200,000 yuan, the crew was so poor that the costumes were all pieced together by the drama staff with their own clothes.

Big stars can't look down on this kind of small-cost production, and the management also laughs at them for being whimsical, but the popularity of the film is beyond everyone's expectations, and it still tops the list with a box office of 6 billion.

Wen Jiang contacted the copyright editor of the website to explain his intentions, and the editor was concise and to the point, and he should follow the normal film and television publishing process and not sell it to individuals.

What a good reason not to sell to individuals.

Wen Jiang kisses the cover of the novel on the screen of her phone.

Huo Qingzhang, see you tomorrow.