It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 179: No, the novelist wants to steal the house

"I'm sorry to bother you, Senior."

The novelist apologized as soon as he spoke, and his politeness was so touching that it made people feel distressed.

Liu Zheng glanced at Niu Ma. Compared with the novelist, the other strange residents he knew could only be regarded as barbarians.

"What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll poke your eyeballs out."

The cow and horse shook their broken horns demonstratively.

"whispering sound."

He looked away.

"It's okay. There's no need for us to be so polite. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It's like this. The Metropolitan Writers Association is hosting a salon ball and I'm invited to attend. I'd like to ask you to be my male companion and accompany me to the event."

The novelist said.

"what?"

He froze for a moment.

"I know this is very abrupt, but if you don't want to, forget it. Sorry to bother you, Senior."

The novelist thought he was unwilling and spoke calmly.

But Liu Zheng could feel the subtle sadness from that calm tone.

"Oh, I'm not surprised that you invited me, I'm surprised that you actually received an invitation."

He didn’t say this politely.

"what?"

The novelist uttered a low cry, and then fell silent.

There was a palpable awkwardness in the air.

Just when Liu Zheng was wondering whether he should say something to ease the atmosphere, she finally spoke.

"Senior, don't be fooled by the fact that I write long stories like this. In fact, I can write short stories quite well. If you don't believe me, you can take a look."

As if to prove herself, she quickly sent several text messages.

Liu Zheng clicked on the first one, and his pupils trembled.

"My childhood sweetheart and I got drunk and went to bed. I thought that ten years of love and companionship had finally paid off."

"But who knew that when I woke up, there was only an emergency contraceptive pill and two thousand yuan left by my pillow."

"I called him and asked him, what do you mean by this?"

"He said nonchalantly, it's nothing, you said something bad about Xiaomei, I was just helping her vent her anger."

"I was heartbroken because I knew that Xiaomei was the most beautiful girl in our class and the one he was pursuing."

There were probably another thousand or two thousand words left, but he didn't dare read on.

Because he was afraid that his eyes would go blind, and that they would not grow back.

"Senior, these are some of my most proud works. What do you think?"

the novelist asked expectantly.

"Well, you are pretty good at mobilizing emotions."

Liu Zheng racked his brains to come up with a pertinent and positive comment.

"Senior is really amazing. He immediately saw the essence of the short story."

The novelist said admiringly.

"With a novel of this length, it couldn't have gone in any other direction."

he replied.

The essence of novels, especially online novels, lies in emotions, but there are many kinds of emotions. A sense of achievement, novelty, desire to explore, etc. are all kinds of emotions.

Because long online articles are long enough, you can choose to focus on certain emotions based on the type of subject matter, while also interspersing other emotional expressions.

But short stories are not like that. There is only so much space, so you can only choose the strongest, most obvious, and most resonant emotions, and the way of mobilization and expression will also be very direct and rough.

It cannot be said that short stories are inferior to long stories. It’s just that for someone like Liu Zheng who is used to reading and writing long stories, reading short stories feels like a classical musician listening to a DJ.

"That's right. I turned to long stories because I saw the limitations of short stories."

The novelist agreed.

"In fact, writing short stories is also quite profitable, just as much as long stories. There's no need to take the risk of switching."

Liu Zheng said sincerely.

In fact, switching from short stories to long stories is more than just a change of direction, it is not much different from changing careers.

"You definitely have to write a long story. Writing short stories can only make money, but writing a long story can help you reach a higher level."

The novelist shook his head.

"Okay. Anyway, if you have any questions, just ask me. I'll teach you everything I know."

If he is still in this copy.

For these strange residents, the higher levels may have other deeper meanings.

Although Liu Zheng didn't know what higher level writing a novel could lead to, he didn't care.

"So, Senior, have you agreed to be my male companion?"

the novelist asked.

"accepted."

He had worked many part-time jobs, and being a male companion was considered to be quite respectable.

"Great!"

The novelist said happily.

"But you have to order takeout yourself."

"Of course. By the way, do you have suitable clothes? This salon is quite high-end, so you should dress formally."

The novelist reminded.

"No, and we can only wear uniforms when we are working, right?"

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and said.

The main reason is that it is difficult to change him. If he changes his legendary vest, his combat effectiveness will drop dramatically.

"Well, the uniforms of the Bloody Restaurant are pretty good. But you still need to dress up a little, Senior."

The novelist did not force it.

"Dress up, okay, no problem."

Liu Zheng agreed.

When it comes to dressing up, he knows a lot of experts.

"Then see you tonight at seven o'clock."

The novelist hung up the phone.

"Is it the woman who helped you rescue the person?"

Niuma asked suddenly.

"Yes."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Oh no, she's going to steal the house. She has the most people betting on her, and the odds have dropped to 1:1.1."

Niuma groaned.

"Then I wish you all lose everything you put into the game."

He gave his heartfelt blessings to these guys who were bored to death.

The cows and horses didn't care. They just thought he was just complaining because he couldn't place a bet and couldn't eat the grapes.

"Boss, please help me call Big Brother."

"what?"

"Didn't you just hear that? The novelist asked me to accompany her to the salon, so I had to dress up."

Liu Zheng said, "With your appearance, no matter how well you dress up, you still don't look like a human being."

Niuma taunted.

"You talk like you're a human being. Go ahead and fight. You earned that $270,000 with the help of others."

If the novelist hadn't helped to fish out the nightingale, the subsequent grave-raiding campaign would not have been successful, and Niu Ma would not have been able to make a large sum of extra money.

"Humph, when will it be your turn to urge me?"

Niu Ma said something but still made the call.

"Niuma, you've called me more times in the past few days than you did last year."

After answering the call, the big white goose complained.

"There's nothing I can do, big brother. It's my fault that I have to deal with such a troublesome little brother."

Niuma glanced at Liu Zheng, who then looked up at the ceiling.

"Hurry up, tell Big Brother if you have anything."

Niuma handed him the phone.

"Hello, Big Brother!"

Liu Zheng greeted him energetically.

"Not very good. You've caused a lot of trouble for our customer service department."

You can't tell whether the big white goose is happy or angry in his tone.

"Big Brother, I'll bring you the fish you want when I go out."

He avoided the question.

"Young man, changing the subject won't work on me."

The big white goose smiled.

"You can't blame me for this. After all, the British minister himself agreed to install the gun."

Liu Zheng had no choice but to act like a rogue.

"But you found the things. You know, everyone in the customer service department is in danger during this period. Even I don't dare to stay outside all the time."

The big white goose complained.

"Is that one that's so strong?"

It looks quite dry. Will it expand if soaked in water?

"It's not just powerful, it's too powerful. Where did you get it from?"

The big white goose asked curiously.

"I bought it from a mummy doctor."

Liu Zheng said.

"No wonder, the things from mummies really work well. When I was still in the kitchen, mummy dishes were very popular for a while."

The big white goose said.

"Ah? What happened next?"

"Later, due to insufficient food supply and the city hall notifying us, we removed the menu."

The big white goose said.

Damn, no wonder Doctor Nile said that he and Sesha were the only descendants of Ra left.

It turns out that everyone else was cooked into dishes by the Bloody Restaurant.

The Nile River didn't kill him the first time they met. I don't know if it was because he was too careless or because he had too much face like a cow or a horse.

Liu Zheng took a look at the cows and horses and had some guesses in his mind.

But it’s not convenient to ask now, let’s wait until I finish the call.

"It's not like there aren't benefits. Minister Britannia's personality should be more sunny, right?"

He said.

"It is indeed more sunny and full of energy. Yesterday, we changed three versions of the customer service department's work regulations in one day."

The big white goose laughed.

"a ha ha ha."

Liu Zheng didn’t know what to say about these and could only laugh it off.

"Forget about other things. You have to find a way to help Minister Britain calm down. Otherwise, if you keep going like this, the people in the customer service department will collectively apply for transfers."

The big white goose said.

Employees from the three major departments can apply for job transfers, but whether their applications are approved is another matter.

However, this kind of collective application for transfer is not a good thing for department heads.

"What can I, a newcomer, do?"

Liu Zheng had a bitter face.

This is called shooting oneself in the foot.

Sure enough, taking shortcuts always comes at a price.

"The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. Didn't you buy it from that mummy doctor? Then go find him."

The big white goose reminded.

"Yes."

It dawned on him.

Moreover, it is a good opportunity to discuss the matter of removing hemorrhoids from the sewer pipe.

"Okay, I've finished what I want to say. What do you want from me?"

The big white goose asked.

"Oh, that's right. I'm going to accompany someone to a salon ball of some writers' association, and I'd like you to help me dress up and put on makeup."

Liu Zheng said.

"Is it a female?"

"Yes."

"How did we meet?"

The gossipy nature of a big white goose is no less than that of a cow or a horse.

"How about we talk about this slowly while you help me put on makeup?"

He was playing a trick.

"Okay. So do you want to come over, or should I go over?"

The big white goose asked.

"Please come over."

If we are caught by Britain, it will be more than just a simple matter of losing a layer of skin.

"I see. Then we need to add five more fresh fish."