Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 245 Add Screams and Howls

Due to the outdoor activities today, [-]% to [-]% of the guests are also exhausted, so the program team does not intend to let them go back to the love apartment to cook for themselves.

Instead, I asked them to have a big meal outside to replenish their energy before sending them back to the love apartment.

"Zi Haojun, do you have any other poems written? I want to read them." On the minibus back to the love apartment, Mai Sakurajima was entrusted with the important task of currying favor with Wang Zihao.

There is no other purpose, just want him to show mercy when punishing everyone.

"No more, articles are made naturally, and you can get them by chance." Wang Zihao said, "I am satisfied with the song "Qinyuanchun.Changsha". How can it be mass-produced? That is what the chosen one can do." thing."

Everyone nodded silently, indeed.

Throughout the ages, human civilization has historical records, as many as thousands of years.

But those who can be called immortal, talk to dozens of people.

Being able to leave a name in history and be known to future generations is probably just a ride.

For example, some emperors reluctantly boarded this train because of the need for records of historical dynasties.

Liu Piaopiao handed the phone to Zhang Nuannuan.

"Why?" Zhang Nuannuan looked puzzled after taking the phone.

"Read it." Liu Piaopiao said.

Zhang Nuannuan looked at the phone screen and glanced at it, it was a poem.

After reading it once, she recited: "The east wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows even more, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

Sing a good poem!
"Moth snow willow golden strands. The laughter is full of fragrance. The crowd has searched for him thousands of times. Looking back suddenly, the man is there, in a dimly lit place." After reading the poem, Zhang Nuannuan was silent. What does Liu Piaopiao mean?
Everyone was a little puzzled at first, but after a while, they responded one by one.

"Piao Piao, is this written by Wang Zihao?" Chen Qiaoyin asked.

Others also looked at Liu Piaopiao.

Forget about Wang Zihao, don't look at him, he has a generation gap with everyone.

"Then who else is there?" Liu Piaopiao said, "This person is full of nonsense, and you don't even believe the punctuation marks he said."

Taking another look at "Sapphire Case. Yuan Xi", and returning the phone to Liu Piaopiao, Zhang Nuannuan poked Wang Zihao next to him: "You are really a scholar?"

Wang Zihao didn't deny it, and said: "Half, I haven't read enough books, so when I see beautiful women or beautiful scenery, I usually just say 'fuck', and then it's gone."

Everyone is ashamed, isn't it they who are talking about it?
More than [-]% of people are unable to express their feelings directly in daily life, unable to connect words with their hearts, and release their feelings heartily and vividly.

Only a small number of people can express their meaning with words, and even fewer people can express emotions for others.

Song Feifei couldn't help but said: "Nowadays there are too many entertainment items, games, short videos, etc., and the era of selling texts is over. Zihao, you were born at a bad time."

Wang Zihao didn't speak.

The guests also nodded secretly. The era of reading has passed, and it still exists to change the fate of the poor by reading.

But if you want to get ahead by studying and become a successful person in people's eyes, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Liu Piaopiao is very upset, my third brother-in-law can only be beaten and scolded by me, you are an outsider, you are weird, you can't!

The other guests also seemed to agree, thinking that Wang Zihao was born in the wrong era, so they dismissed it.

Snob!
Liu Piaopiao sneered: "That's right, if Wang Zihao had been born a few hundred years earlier, he might have been a Jinshi, a high-ranking official. Unlike now, he worked hard for a month, and the manuscript fee was only 100 to 200 million, which is far inferior to some film kings. Actress queen, accepting a film, will earn tens of millions in two or three months."

What?
Zhang Nuannuan stared, Wang Zihao's monthly manuscript fee is 200 million, isn't it [-] or [-]?

Shang Wenwen and Quan Hanwei thought they heard it wrong.

Chen Qiaoyin also looked shocked, her annual income is only over one million.

Wang Zihao's monthly income has wiped out her entire year's income?

Song Feifei frowned. In the past year, his income was only half a million heaven coins, equivalent to more than 350 million yuan.

His two months' manuscript fee is worth his hard work for a year's income?
"Zihao-jun, why are you paying so much for the manuscript?" Mai Sakurajima had already believed it, with stars in her eyes.

Wang Zihao remembered what Ershen said, my income is from a positive source, and there is no tax problem, why hide it?

Outsiders look down on Internet writers, mostly because of the Internet writers themselves.

With a monthly income of one million, he still claims to be on the street and asks for subscriptions in chapters and chapters, as if he is still short of money and miserable, giving people a humble and no dignity.

This kind of author is more annoying than the face of an upstart.

The nouveau riche have no background and are rough and rude, but at least they don't take advantage of people's kindness and compassion.

Those who can be as famous as this kind of authors are those professional beggars who own luxury cars and luxury houses, but still beg on the side of the road to deceive kind people.

Wang Zihao nodded: "There are not two hundred after tax, but there are more than 100."

Everyone opened their mouths.

Dare to feel that you are the hanging silk.

Before, everyone always thought that Wang Zihao was the worst, with the most humble status.

With a monthly income of 200 million, his status skyrocketed in everyone's mind.

This is the boss!
Laugh at the poor but not at the prostitute.

Artists at the top of the pyramid in the entertainment industry earn a lot, and a monthly income of 200 million is not enough for them.

But looking down, most of the middle-level artists don't earn as much as Prince Hao.

Not to mention people like Shang Wenwen and Quan Hanwei at the bottom.

Sometimes, they don't have a penny of income for several weeks, which is terrible.

It turned out that Wu Chunli accepted Wang Zihao's entry into the program group, and it was not related.

They are indeed qualified to come in, not only did not hold back the guests, but also raised the level of the guests.

Scholars can still make money, but they can't be found with a lantern.

Suddenly.

Wang Zihao, who was looking out the car window, shouted: "Master, stop, stop the car!"

Everyone was wondering, there are still two or 300 meters to arrive at the love apartment, why do you park?

The driver master was also a little strange, but stopped.

Wang Zihao reached out to a staff member: "Give me something."

The staff smiled and took out a red plastic bag from under the seat.

This thing is inflammable and explosive. After he bought it for Wang Zihao, he was afraid that Wang Zihao would mess up, so he didn't give it to him, so he kept it for him first.

"Why?" Liu Piaopiao's heart skipped a beat, as punishment seemed to be coming.

"Everyone, get out of the car." Wang Zihao was the first to get out of the car, carrying plastic bags. "The sooner the punishment ends, the sooner you can be released."

"What's in the bag?" Song Feifei asked the staff member just now.

"The firecracker." The staff member smiled, "The firecracker thicker than a finger."

Everyone's face changed slightly.

The firecrackers are ready, what does Wang Zihao want to do with them?

(End of this chapter)