Hong Kong Entertainment: The top class starts with great writers

"Sir, after eating eggs, do you have to see what the hen looks like?"

Song Huanxi started with a rhetorical question, and then wrote sharply: "This Miss Dong loves Li Xunhuan, who is handsome and dedicated in Mr.'s book, and A Fei, who is slow in speech but quick in action... May I ask you, sir? How is it better than A Fei? How is it better than Li Xunhuan?

Mr. is so clever, needless to say, that's all. "

Song Huanxi sealed the letter carefully, put it aside, and yawned. She should have gone straight to bed, but with a heartbeat, she picked up the letter again.

After reading the first half carefully twice, Song Huanxi was thoughtful: Contribute to a newspaper?
She had never thought of this way before, probably because she was practicing scripts at Pei's every day, and she only wanted to contribute to Rongchang.

Write a serial?

What theme is good?
Song Huanxi's heart moved again, and at the same time, he remembered the speech of the new governor at night, about vigorously developing night school literacy, and the story of brother A Sheng.

If she rewrites it into a novel based on brother A Sheng's night school experience, which conforms to the governor's policy, it will definitely be serialized by the newspaper first!
The more Song Huanxi thought about it, the more excited he was, he took out the pen and paper, but when it was time to write the pen, the tip of the pen was hanging above the white paper, and it didn't fall down for a long time.

The story between Brother Asheng and his tutoring class, Teacher Zhiyang, is really interesting, but it always feels like something is missing——

Song Huanxi tried hard to recall the performance of the guests when Brother A Sheng told about his experience of going to night school.

Well, the guests were very interested at the beginning, but then they lost interest.

Thinking about it carefully, the guests in the wonton noodle restaurant seem to prefer stories about heroes and beauties, such as "The Legend of Condor Heroes", or "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword".

Song Huanxi had an idea, what would happen if Teacher Zhiyang was changed to a wealthy daughter?

Just like "London Beauty" by the Prodigal Son, it originated from life and is higher than life!

In an instant, inspiration flooded in. The pen in Song Huanxi's hand seemed to have a will of its own, and began to write on the paper crazily:

Ah Qiang carries an old blue cloth bag on his back all year round, shuttles through the alleys of Kowloon City, collects some rags from the previous dynasty, and resells them.

When you are lucky, you can eat and drink for half a month with one piece.

Of course, most of the time, he was moved by the tears of the guests, willing to believe that an ordinary wooden comb was a treasure used by Cixi before entering the palace.

This made him live in a difficult situation, and the blue jacket he was wearing was already the most affordable clothes he could afford - only a small patch on the armpit, as long as he didn't raise his hand, no one would notice.

Ah Qiang sat anxiously at the round table facing the street in the coffee shop. The floor-to-ceiling windows beside him were as clean as a mirror, clearly reflecting his embarrassment at the moment.

He didn't dare to turn his head to look out. On the streets of Central, there were brightly dressed company white-collar workers coming and going. He just felt that all the passers-by were laughing at him.

There seemed to be thorns growing on the chair, and Ah Qiang forced himself to sit down after leaving his buttocks half an inch away several times.

Why isn't Ajuan here yet!
Just as Ah Qiang was fidgeting, a young girl in a foreign dress hurried over. Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and she had good features. Before she sat down, she apologized:
"Sorry, Ah Qiang, I took a temporary case—"

Ah Qiang looked at Qingmei in a daze, "Hey, what is death?"
Ever since A Juan entered Central to work, the two hadn't been in touch for a long time. If it wasn't for the word from her mother that he must come today, he wouldn't come even if he died——

My mother always talked about what A Juan said when she was a child to be his wife. Only he knew that A Juan and him were already people from two worlds.

A Juan looked at the glass filled with water in front of A Qiang, and said lightly, "A Qiang, don't you have something to drink?"

Ajuan looked up and called out, "Waiter, order."

A young waiter wearing a white shirt, black vest, and a small black bow tie quickly came over, "What do you want, Miss?"

Ajuan smiled slightly: "Coffee, thank you."

Seeing Ah Shui's blank face, she kindly suggested: "Brother Ah Shui, do you want to try it? Foreigners' tea is quite delicious."

Ah Qiang nodded half-understanding.

Soon, two cups of coffee were served.

Ah Qiang's nose twitched, this familiar smell...isn't it the thing that everyone jokingly called the pot-washing water in the noodle restaurant he frequented!

He suddenly felt distressed, this thing is not cheap, in the noodle restaurant, only a rich and taken advantage of will often order.

Ajuan smiled: "Drinking it directly is very bitter, adding some milk and sugar will make it much better, try it!"

Ah Qiang added milk and sugar dubiously, took a sip, hey, it's quite delicious!

Ajuan put down her glass and directly talked about the business: "Brother Aqiang, I'm working in Geishi now. Recently, they bought ten oil tankers and are planning to set up an ocean-going fleet."

"I know you can swim. Are you interested in being an ocean sailor?"

After a pause, Ajuan emphasized: "The salary is very high."

Ah Qiang was stunned for a moment: "How tall is it?"

Ajuan showed her face: "It's taller than me now."

That's really high!
Ah Qiang couldn't refuse this salary, he didn't even think about it, and nodded directly: "Okay, I'll go!"

Ah Juan was very happy. When she was a child, she drowned, and it was Ah Qiang who saved her. She always remembered it.

A Juan said with some regret: "It's a pity, you don't know much, otherwise you can be a bosun, and if you know some English, you can do it as a third officer."

Ah Qiang was very sensitive, and asked: "What is the salary of the bosun? What about the third officer?"

A Juan laughed: "The salary of the bosun is higher than that of ordinary sailors, and the salary of the third officer is directly doubled."

Ah Qiang took a deep breath, there were more sailors than Ah Juan, then, those three officers——

Can't even think about it!
A Juan stood up: "Since you are willing, I will help you fill out a form and hand it in. You can go back and wait for my news!"

Ah Qiang nodded: "Okay!"

Ajuan left in a hurry.

Ah Qiang glanced at the coffee that A Juan had only taken a sip of, brought it over without hesitation, drank it all in one gulp, and then finished his own coffee, then followed A Juan's example: "Wei Wei is very hungry?"

The waiter walked over briskly: "Sir?"

Ah Qiang said directly: "Check out!"

The coffee shop in Central is much more expensive than the pot water in the noodle shop. When Ah Qiang heard the price, Ah Qiang felt a pain in his heart. He was about to take out his wallet to pay the bill, when he suddenly remembered that the patch on the armpit just made his hands feel bad:
"Well, the wallet is in the trousers pocket, take it out yourself!"

waiter:"??"

"Excuse me?"

Ah Qiang was taken aback: "What rice? Can't you understand Chinese?"

Ajuan, who just remembered that she forgot to check out, hurried back, and what she saw was the scene of a stalemate between Aqiang and the waiter.

She hurried forward to pay the bill, and pulled Ah Qiang out of the cafe. Ah Qiang took the initiative to explain: "A Juan, I have money, that is—"

He paused, and slowly raised his arms, revealing the obviously different colored patches under his armpits.

Remember Mr. Gai Junying?Yes, his family showed up.