Almighty Star System

Chapter 110 The Writers Association Doesn't Accept Cats or Dogs!

Now Wang Gang can be regarded as a person of status, but he is still reluctant to part with the former dormitory.

After all, it costs money to rent a house.

For a person from a migrant worker background, it is a little bit to be able to save a little bit, although he now has an annual salary of 50!

"Old Wang, why did you send so much money back this time?" My wife's unbelievable voice came from the other end of the phone.

Wang Gang: "Hey, my buddy has been promoted and raised his salary now, and the boss has advanced 20 yuan!"

Wife: "What? Really!"

Wang Gang: "Of course, when did I ever lie to you?"

Wife: "Old Wang, I love you to death!"

Wang Gang: "Honey, give me a kiss..."

Wife: "Die away..."

……

Yan Ke couldn't bear to show affection like this, "I said Brother Wang! When you show affection, can you not hurt us single dogs?"

Wang Gang hung up the phone and said proudly: "Hey, don't tease me, you are still single? There are a lot of women around you! How about that beauty you rescued last time? How about Miss Han? As long as you put your mind to it, who won't obediently come to your bed?"

Yan Ke's face was full of black lines, and he was speechless...

"Also, I'm not talking about you. You are a big boss now, you drive luxury cars worth 300 million yuan, but you wear street stalls worth a few hundred yuan, and you live in a low-rent house worth a thousand yuan. This is not good for picking up girls!" Wang Gang said.

Yan Ke said indifferently: "Actually, driving a BMW is just a plot twist. As for clothes, why are they so easy to wear?"

Wang Gang shook his head and said, "A man depends on his clothes."

Yan Ke naturally understood this truth, but he didn't care much about it.

He has plenty of money now, but he doesn't want to spend it on it.

"By the way, why are you willing to go back to the dormitory tonight?" Wang Gang asked curiously.

Yan Ke was embarrassed for a while. He wanted to live at Zhao Feiyue's place, but he had a drink tonight and had to find a substitute driver to come back.

If I went there and was found drinking, it would be strange not to be kicked out...

"By the way, I'm going to the Writers' Association tomorrow, and the company's affairs will be left to you and Han Xue."

After all, Yan Ke turned on the computer and hadn't chatted with the "Push Street" for a long time.

As a result, as soon as it went online, I found that the "Pujie" people were very lively.

Er Geng: "Hey, someone came to me again today to talk about copyright, and they want to get it for 2000 million yuan. Do you think I will sell it or not?"

Cousin: "Fuck, you're showing off naked, 2000 million, that's close to Wubai's price, you're still pretending!"

Three generations of murlocs: "Purely showing off, the appraisal is complete."

Er Geng: "Don't tell me, I'm here to hit the streets and ask for everyone's opinions."

Little cat: "That's what, don't buy it, just sell it to me for 200 million, and I will sell it for 1000 million, and earn 800 million as pocket money."

Ling Feng: "Damn it, the amount of information is huge, let me digest it for a while..."

I am passer-by A: "Tsk tsk, big ears, 2000 million you still have to consider? Have you considered my feeling of rushing to the street?"

Infected by this group of old "push the street", Yan Ke felt that he was still a pouncer.

Er Geng: "Damn it, Passerby A is online!"

Cousin: "Passerby A, where is the promised red envelope! Where is the agreed leader! Do you still recognize my cousin!"

Three generations of murlocs: "That's right, I heard that some time ago someone bought your game copyright for 2000 million yuan, and you didn't sell it. Are you going to tell us about it?"

I am the sixth child: "Fuck, 2000 million is still not sold, it is indeed the No. 1 pretense, I think it is better than Xiao Yan!"

Cang Tian: "Let me laugh..."

Guan Guan: "Don't punish those useless ones, each leader is serious!"

I am passerby A: "...Everyone, I am..."

Cousin: "I'll tell you again, the people in this group are all on the street! There are no masters!"

Yan Ke had a black line on his face. If this group of people is still on the street, how many great masters are there in the entire Internet circle?

I'm Passerby A: "Okay, everyone rush to the street..."

Cousin: "You are the one who hits the street, your whole family is the one who hits the street!"

I'm passerby A: "It's worth it, I'll give you a reward for the leader..."

Cousin: "Hey, that's about the same. By the way, when you come to the capital at the end of August, my cousin invites you to watch the concert of the goddess Yang Wei. You are not in vain as the leader!"

Heaven:"……"

Guan Guan: "..."

Little tricky: "..."

……

Turn off the group chat, Yan Ke has a deep smile, chatting with this group of "push street" every day, the mood is much more comfortable!
Early the next morning, Yan Ke finished the application form early, and then drove to Mr. Qian's apartment.

As a result, when Yan Ke asked Mr. Qian to get in the car, Mr. Qian refused.

"Xiao Yan, you can go by car, I'd better ride my permanent brand bicycle."

Yan Ke was taken aback, feeling that the bicycle in the Zhao Mansion last night belonged to Mr. Qian?
"Old Qian, the bicycle is too slow, you should take my car." Yan Ke looked at the 30-year-old bicycle and said loudly.

Mr. Qian shook his head and said, "Young man, don't underestimate my eternal bicycle. It was more fashionable than your current BMW back then! I won't lose my reputation by riding it!"

Yan Ke blushed for a while, seeing the awakening of Qian Lao!

This is called green travel!
"Old Qian! You wait!"

Yan Ke rolled his eyes, then drove away.

"This kid..."

Old Qian smiled.

About 10 minutes later, Yan Ke came riding a permanent brand bicycle.

"Mr. Qian, how is it? Is my car okay?" Yan Ke chuckled. This is the "BMW" he bought for 30 yuan back then!
In order to save the bear child, the car was hit and smashed.

But he is a nostalgic person, and later took it to repair it, but it has never been useful.

I didn't expect it to come in handy now!

Qian Lao looked at the bicycle under Yan Ke's seat in surprise. The age of this bicycle seemed to be older than his bicycle!

"Xiao Yan, this car of yours is an antique. It should be the first batch of cars from the permanent car factory. It's a good thing!" Qian Lao said enviously.

Yan Ke was embarrassed for a while, and blushed: "Well, Mr. Qian, I only spent 30 yuan on this car at the beginning, and then it cost 20 yuan to repair it, and it cost 50 yuan in total..."

Qian Lao said with a smile: "No matter how much money you have, if you ride on the eternal car, you will not lose your share!"

Yan Ke: "Then shall we go?"

Old Qian: "Let's go!"

Ever since, the old and the young are riding the permanent bicycles of the 80s and galloping on the streets of Nanqing.

Along the way, passers-by cast strange glances.

No way, this young and old outfit is too cool.

Especially Yan Ke's "BMW", the wheel will make a sound when it turns around.

"Haha, Xiao Yan, if your car is any faster, it will fall apart!" Old Qian said with a smile.

Yan Ke: "It's not like it's falling apart, it's just that it's a bit laborious to pedal."

Qian Huashan: "Then I'll wait for you?"

Yan Ke: "Don't tell me! I'm young and strong!"

Qian Huashan: "Then let's see who will come to the Writers' Association first?"

Yan Ke: "Go!"

Qian Huashan: "Hey, do you still know how to respect the old and love the young?"

Yan Ke: "Old Qian, let's go first!"

……

After walking for about an hour, the old and the young came to a building in front of a building.

Qian Huashan: "Xiao Yan, you can't do it, you are even slower than me!"

Yan Ke gasped and said, "Mr. Qian, you will always be strong."

Qian Huashan said with a faint smile: "Hey, don't pretend, I don't know you yet, you let me on purpose! But if I don't have heart disease, I really am not afraid of you."

Yan Ke smiled slightly. He has learned a lot of martial arts cheats. Will he be tired from riding a bicycle?It's just taking care of Mr. Qian.

"Mr. Qian, now that medicine is so advanced, heart disease is nothing!" Yan Ke laughed.

Qian Huashan: "Yes, heart disease is nothing!"

After talking and joking, the two walked towards the building, which is the residence of the Writers Association.

Not to mention, even though it is only a city writers' association, the resident is very grand, comparable to Yan Ke's Han Bing!

"Come on, let's go in."

Mr. Qian led Yan Ke into the gate of the Writers Association, and then saw people coming and going.

But Yan Ke found that few people were as indifferent as Qian Lao, and most of them came and went in a hurry.

Afterwards, Mr. Qian took Yan Ke directly to the office of the chairman of the Writers Association.

"Old Qian! Why are you here!"

The chairman of the Writers Association was not there, and the vice chairman who received them was named Tang Jingshan.Wearing black-rimmed glasses, he looked about fifty years old, but in front of Qian Huashan, he was a junior, so he quickly got up to greet him.

Qian Huashan chuckled, and then said: "Hehe, didn't I find a good seed and recommend it to the Writers Association. Anyway, I used to be a member of the Writers Association, so I can't bury such a talent."

Tang Jingshan glanced at Yan Ke, isn't he too young?
But he didn't show it, instead he chatted with Qian Huashan.

"Mr. Qian, you don't know. After you left the Writers Association, our Writers Association has no one to carry the banner anymore. These years, the Provincial Writers Association has been severely suppressed."

Qian Huashan: "Where to suppress or not, the Writers Association is a place where literati gather. Let's discuss and discuss literature together. Don't link it with other things."

Tang Jingshan: "Old Qian, today is different."

Qian Huashan: "By the way, this is Xiao Yan's application form, please take a look."

Tang Jingshan took the application form and frowned.

Of course, there are the four poems written by Yan Ke on it. I have to say that each capital is the best, and if it is taken out alone, it is a leader.

"Hey, Mr. Qian! Why do you come to the Writers Association when you have time?" At this moment, Liao Rulong walked in.

Yan Ke frowned, why did this guy show up?

Qian Huashan didn't like this person, thinking that this guy was too bureaucratic.

"Oh, let me introduce, this is the chairman of the Writers Association, editor-in-chief of Yulong Publishing House, Liao Rulong." Tang Jingshan introduced.

Later, Tang Jingshan showed Yan Ke's application form to Liao Rulong.

After reading the application form, Liao Rulong glanced at it, and then tore up the application form under everyone's gaze!
Then Liao Rulong said: "Old Tang, this is the Writers' Association, we don't accept all cats and dogs."

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