Love Apartment Zhang Wei's powerful rebirth

"What about you?" Yifei looked at the man in gray again.

"I want to be a Taoist priest after I graduate, so I can live in peace with the world." The boy in gray said weakly.

"You." Yifei looked at the boy in the black suit next to her.

"I want to be a radio host because the audience can't see my face at all." The man in a suit spoke in dialect.

3601.

"I think these young people's dreams are great, especially the third one." Zeng Xiaoxian said happily while hugging his pillow.

"I thought you were decadent, but it turns out you are useless. They are different from you. They are college students, the pride of heaven, and future winners. Is this the ideal that a winner should have?" Yifei said angrily.

"You talk as if everyone hasn't been a college student. Besides, what ideals can we have? Punch the fierce tiger in the western mountains and kick the dragon in the four seas!" Zeng Xiaoxian said disdainfully.

"Yifei, ideals are not divided into important and unimportant ones. Everyone's ideals and dreams are different. You can't think that their ideals are bad just because you feel that their ideals are inconsistent with what you expected." Zhang Wei said seriously.

"Sister Yifei, my boyfriend is right. All ideals in this world are equal. There is no better or worse between being a Taoist priest and learning Taekwondo to compete." Dali said seriously.

Taekwondo club.

"You have experienced the cruel college entrance examination and fierce competition. You are the winners and should have greater ambitions. What you lack now is a stylish role model." Yifei walked back and forth and spoke softly.

"Accent? Oh, you mean Zhou Libo, he is the model." The boy with glasses suddenly realized.

"That's not what I'm talking about. I want you to learn how to be the first and the winner in your own world through practicing Taekwondo. This is the meaning of your joining this club, do you understand?" Yifei said seriously.

3601.

"I respect their ideals, but since they have joined the Taekwondo Club, they must abide by the rules of the Taekwondo Club. I cannot let the old principal down. Now that I have taken over, I have to change their attitude towards Taekwondo. This is my first step." Yifei threw the Taekwondo uniform on the table.

"Yifei, what you said makes sense. I support you. You can't box naked." Yu Mo looked at the clothes and nodded.

"I mean, only by letting them wear the holy clothes can they realize that they are Saints and have the fighting spirit." Yifei gestured.

"Wow, your holy clothes are equipped with Core i5, boom boom boom." Zeng Xiaoxian looked at the back of the Taekwondo clothes.

"This is called product placement. Have you seen it on the Spring Festival Gala?" Yifei turned her head away.

"Yifei, you must remember, never use corporal punishment," Zhang Wei warned.

"Don't worry, I promise to abide by the law." Yifei took the clothes and walked away.

Noon, 3601.

"I'm back (Japanese)." Guan Gu pushed the door open holding a box.

"You're back (Japanese), you went to the publishing house." Youyou stood up to greet him.

"Oh, go get something." Guan Gu put the box on the table.

"I got the royalties!" Youyou guessed.

"No." Guan Gu was a little depressed.

"Yeah~, I know, you acted really well. You were planning to give me a surprise, right? This box contains all your royalties." Youyou pointed at the box.

"Such a big box can only contain coins at most. These are letters from readers." Guan Gu opened the box.

"Guan Gu, you have a lot of fans." Zhang Wei glanced at the box and smiled.

"Brother Guan Gu, you guys should wait for a while to collect the letters from readers and read them together when there are a lot of them." Dali looked at the box of letters curiously.

Zhang Wei os: No, I remember now. I remember that at that time Guan Gu didn’t find a job and was sent back to China. No, I will call my friends later to ask if there is any job suitable for Guan Gu.

"It's so boring." Youyou looked at the pile of letters in front of her and sat down dejectedly.

"By the way, Guan Gu, if you want to sue them to get your salary back, just tell me. I will personally come and help you win the money you deserve." Zhang Wei said confidently.

"Zhang Wei, there's no need, there's really no need. You'll probably scare the other side to death as soon as you appear." Yu Mo shook his head, picked up the letter and started reading.

"It's not like that. The reason why so many of them didn't give their hearts to me is that when I went to see them, I found out that they had gone bankrupt three months ago." Guan Gu lowered his head.

"What?" Youyou asked in shock.

"When I went there, there was only one person, a sweeping uncle, waiting for me to clean up. He told me that the economic crisis had caused the devaluation of the US dollar, affecting its status as an international reserve currency.

"As countries reduced their holdings of U.S. Treasury bonds, capital flowed into emerging markets, impacting traditional industries. Annual budgets were repeatedly reduced, and publishers were unable to make ends meet, leading to their closure," Guan Gu pondered.

"Are you sure he's really a sweeper?" Yu Mo asked in shock.

"Brother Guan Gu, I can tell you clearly that the sweeping uncle is talking nonsense, and the two have absolutely nothing to do with each other.

"The publishing industry's collapse is likely due to the recent rampant spread of cheap pirated books. Publishers are having trouble selling their expensive, genuine books, and are struggling to make ends meet, forcing them to close," Dali analyzed.

Guan Guos: Later I found out the fundamental reason why our publishing house went bankrupt. I can only say that the academic master is worthy of being an academic master. The reason for the bankruptcy is very similar to what Dali analyzed.

We sell a copy of our comics for 28 yuan, but the pirated version next door only sells it for 2 yuan. What's even more outrageous is that when they sell a copy of Love Triangle Cat, they also give away two photos of Gillian Chung. How can our publishing house not go bankrupt?

"Wow, Dali, you can also analyze this. You are worthy of being a super academic." Yumo looked at Dali with admiration.

"So, you are unemployed?" Youyou looked at Guan Gu.

"It's not that serious. Guan Gu is still a cartoonist. The publishing house is not doing well now, so it's not a bad idea to change him. With Guan Gu's painting skills and imagination, there's no need to worry about not being able to find a job." Zhang Wei comforted.

"That's good. This way I have enough time to reply to my fans' letters one by one." Guan Gu opened the envelope.

"Nowadays, everyone likes to use nicknames when writing letters. There is a person called Princess Morgue who said that she hopes to add more horror elements to the comics." Yu Mo looked at the letter.

"This one is called 'A blessing in disguise', and this one is called 'If your reputation is not right, then Jerry Yan.'" Youyou shook her head as she watched.

"What kind of people are these!" Yu Mo complained.

"Here's another one, nicknamed Juchang, from the Visa Information Center of the Exit and Entry Administration of the People's Republic of China." Youyou's voice gradually became smaller.

"This is not my fan." Guan Gu snatched the envelope.

"What's wrong?" Youyou asked Guan Gu, who was stunned after reading the envelope.

"They said that my work visa has expired and if I can't find a job, I will be deported back to Japan within a month," Guan Gu said solemnly.

Zhang Wei ps: We need to act quickly.