The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 40 Shooting yourself in the foot

"Yes, although the account number is correct, the name is wrong. The check is written in the name of Li Lei, but the account name is Xu Jiuyang." The salesperson behind the counter explained patiently.

I have a question: "MMP" and I don't know if I should say it or not. Xu Jiuyang felt a little upset. He had never expected that after getting used to using a pseudonym, he would actually fall into such a big trap.

Alas, I should have realized it when that sister wrote the check. Five years of bad life have made me dull.

He took a deep breath, knowing that there was no point in continuing, so he took the check back, went out to the street, found a telephone booth and took out his business card.

The call was quickly connected: "Hello, this is Ms. Angela Lindwall's office. May I ask who you are?"

"Hello, Ms. Lindwo wrote me a check yesterday. When I went to cash it today, I found that the name was written wrong. Can I contact her?" Xu Jiuyang asked politely.

"I'm very sorry, Ms. Lindworth has already taken a flight back to New York early this morning." said the voice on the other end.

I… Xu Jiuyang took a deep breath: "So, when will she come back?"

"Sorry, I don't know about that." The person on the other end was very polite and had a soft accent. He must be from Taiwan.

I have to say something MMP! Xu Jiuyang rolled his eyes. This is really shooting himself in the foot.

"Okay, I got it," he said in a calm voice and hung up.

Obviously, the other party went back to short the Nasdaq. It is basically impossible for him to come back before next year.

Even if she has properties and investments here and comes back from time to time to visit and handle matters, how could he know when she would come back, not to mention that she might not need to come back.

Look at the validity period of the check, it is only 6 months. If you are unlucky, the chances of it being invalidated are very high.

In fact, Xu Jiuyang is not short of the 8 yuan. The money in his pocket is enough to support him to write "Interstellar" into a novel, and the royalties for "Gravity" have not yet been remitted.

Given the quality of "Interstellar", as long as I don't make too many changes to it, Science Fiction World will definitely be willing to publish it.

With the reputation he has accumulated in the science fiction circle in recent years, selling 5 copies is not a problem. Even if one book costs 20 yuan, with an 8% royalty, he will earn 8 yuan. What's more, the magazine will definitely not be so stingy.

If the previous short stories were compiled into a book and published, it would be enough for him to stay until the World Cup in July 02.

But... Xu Jiuyang took out the business card and check, looked at them again and again, and finally put them away.

Forget it, just consider it a lesson. We should be more open-minded in life.

He couldn't help but sigh, and suddenly missed the mature sister. Maybe he should flirt with a young girl. After all, he was free now.

Xu Jiuyang didn't know that at the same moment, a little girl from Qin Province came out of the train station and looked at the capital with curiosity with her big eyes.

"Tiantian, over there." said the person who picked up the car.

"I see." The little girl answered crisply, and trotted into the Mercedes-Benz that came to pick her up, still looking at the scenery outside the window on the way.

My true love is right here.

In an alley courtyard in Xuanwu District, a beautiful girl with baby fat on her face was in her small bedroom, with her hands on the table, staring at herself in the round mirror and gritting her teeth.

"Young mother? CNM!" Similarly, in the so-called villa bedroom in Clearwater Bay, Hong Kong, a beautiful woman was holding her two-month-old daughter, with a loving look but a hint of helplessness.

Then the eldest daughter rushed in in a panic: "Oh no, Mom, I dreamed that our family went bankrupt!"
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In September in Beijing, the sun is not as scorching as before, but people still wear light clothes.

All schools are busy preparing to welcome new students. Primary and secondary schools are fine, with students of all ages enrolling in school in an orderly manner. Universities are really packed with students.

"What a pity! I didn't see many familiar faces." Xu Jiuyang, who had stayed outside the Beijing Film Academy for a long time, sighed.

There are not many famous people among the Class of 00 of Beijing Film Academy, only Dong Xuan has achieved some success. However, there are some outstanding ones from vocational high schools, such as Che Xiao, Jia Qian Jushi and Gao Qiqiang.

But, it's the beginning of the school year, so besides this year's new students, there should also be students from previous years reporting in, right?
For example, the 99-level Flower of Evil and her future husband, Yang Zhigang who clings to the big brother, and so on. Of course, the biggest star is the nephew of someone who cannot be mentioned.

However, Xu Jiuyang was quite disappointed that he didn't see any of these, so after confirming that there was no show to watch, he took a taxi to the Fifth Ring Road near Chaoyang District. After finding the target building, he took the elevator to the 9th floor.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" asked the young girl at the front desk.

"I'm here to apply for the advertising copywriting position." Xu Jiuyang smiled slightly.

"Copywriting job?" The young girl was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and picked up the phone. "Hey, Boss, someone's applying for the copywriting position."

Soon, a chubby man who looked to be about 23 or 24 years old walked out. "Who wants to apply for the copywriter position? I don't think I posted a job ad."

After seeing Xu Jiuyang, he blinked at first, as if a little surprised, then walked over happily and held out his hand: "Okay, okay, we at Dafa Advertising need talents like you."

"I'm sorry, I'm here to apply for a copywriting position, not a modeling position." Xu Jiuyang had to remind him.

"Huh?" The boss blinked again, suddenly becoming anxious. "How is that possible? With your handsome looks and tall figure, you're the model among models! Even Hu Bin can't compare to you!"

In my previous life, I was tricked into coming here by you. Xu Jiuyang rolled his eyes in his heart, but remained calm on the surface: "I think you misunderstood, Mr. Lei, I'm not interested in being a model. If you don't need anyone here, then I'll leave."

"Wait a minute, young man, wait a minute!" The boss hurriedly tried to stop him. "Come in and talk, please. Let's come in and talk."

Xu Jiuyang followed him inside and took a look at the environment. Well, it was not much different from what he remembered. It was not very big and there were not many employees. It was just that he could not remember some faces clearly.

"My last name is Lei Yao, and I'm the boss of Dafa Advertising," the boss introduced himself after arriving at the office. "What's your name, young man?"

"My surname is...Xu, Xu Jiuyang, the Xu in gentle breeze, and the Jiuyang in Nine Yang Magic Art." Xu Jiuyang twitched his tongue and almost said Li Lei again.

"Oh, your father is also a fan of martial arts?" Lei Yao couldn't help but laugh.

"Unfortunately, he neither reads martial arts novels nor practices Taoism. He just thinks about it." Xu Jiuyang shrugged and sighed in his heart.

In my previous life, I asked the old man why he gave me such a name. He said he just thought of it and called me that... He is really willful.

"You are still willful, father." Lei Yao laughed dryly.

"Yes," Xu Jiuyang was waiting for these words, "so now that I'm independent, I want to build a career for him to see!"

(End of this chapter)