Chapter 25 (1/2)
From the villa area, Zhou Ze did not rush to take a taxi, but planned to walk alone on the road at night.
Wang Ke said that his problem is not big. He only needs to cut off Xu Le's previous network. Of course, now it's equivalent to cutting off.
Like Dr. Lin, I don't think Dr. Lin will take care of me in the near future. As for my father-in-law and mother-in-law's house, I won't go back for a few days.
The only difficulty may be my own bookstore. After all, the money for opening a bookstore is given by my father-in-law.
Let's do it first. In this period of time, I also need to calm down.
There is an overpass in front of him. Zhou Ze goes up, sits down on the first step, takes out his mobile phone, and turns it over at will.
Unfortunately, Zhou zedian launched the live broadcast software. Xu Le paid attention to many games and the anchorman in the beauty area before his death, but Zhou Ze was not very interested in them. Pull down, Zhou Ze saw that the old anchorman he saw last time still did not start broadcasting.
It's been a long time. I guess it's really over.
It seems that the anchor industry is very easy to make money by sitting at home, but there is also a lot of pressure. Let alone one or two months of no broadcasting, even a few days of no broadcasting may become a thing of the past.
However, at this time, Zhou Ze found that there was an unread message in his account. When he clicked on it, he found that it was Lao Dao who was chatting with him privately, which was sent the day before yesterday.
”I have come to Tongcheng, dear. Come out and get together?”
There is also an old road telephone attached below.
Zhou Ze frowned slightly. Besides the message, Lao Dao had many little expressions of love. Then Zhou Ze turned over the information of Xu Le's account.
Female number,
and the address is Tongcheng.
Xu Le should have tried to have a live broadcast before, so he has his own live studio, but his popularity is bleak.
Zhou Ze finally figured out where this strange feeling came from. The old news clearly means ”shit powder”. Because some things came to Tongcheng, he found his fans in Tongcheng, spread the net widely, and made a profit.
Zhou Ze is not interested in the Taoist priest. He is interested in the young man who once had difficulty drinking porridge in the Taoist video.
However, Zhou Ze still replied to a message, which was his number.
Standing up, stretching, Zhou Ze is ready to leave. He misses his freezer a little.
However, the mobile phone rings at this time.
Pick up the phone and the caller ID is Chengdu's number.
Zhou Ze answers the phone.
”Hello, benefactor, where are you!”
Lao Dao's voice is very loud. It's like shouting at a mobile phone speaker. There seems to be a train around him.
”Where are you?” Zhou Ze asked.
is that old man very idle? He is not a lot of fans. How can he go back to his information so fast?
Is the brand of female fans really attractive?
”Eh...” Lao Dao was shocked and silent for a while. Unexpectedly, the fans he was going to invite were male!
A big, cute, cute girl!
Sad,
lost,
gloomy!
But the Taoist priest immediately changed his tone and cried out in a hoarse voice:
”brother, I'm hungry, please give me three or five bottles of stuttering!”
………………
In the past, Zhou Ze found the old road under a railway bridge. The old road was dressed in a dirty robe, his hair was scattered, his face was slightly bruised, and he had a vivid refugee image. He was lying on the plastic plate below.
There is a ”Longtan home-made dish” on the street nearby. Zhou Ze ordered two bowls of noodles for him, and then fried a plate of kung pao chicken and a plate of small fish. The old way is to eat well.
”Brother, you mean it!” Lao Dao ate a bowl of noodles, and finally began to slow down. Then he said to the boss that he would warm a pot of rice wine, and then he apologized and smiled at Zhou Ze. He didn't have much money in his pocket. This meal must be Zhou zeplease at last.
”How do you mix like this?” Zhou Ze put a glass of water in front of him. He didn't move the dishes on the table.
”Well, don't mention it.” The old man took a sip of noodle soup, smashed it, smashed his mouth. ”It's bad luck these days. I came to the city with a crew.”
”Changed business?”
”Well, I don't want to live it for a while.” The old man sighed, ”man, there must be some dreams, isn't there?”
”Yes.” Zhou Ze nodded.
”My dream after that is to play Mr. zombie, whether it's three, four, five or six, seven or eight.” When it comes to dreams, Lao Dao's whole temperament seems to have changed a little.
”Mixed up in the cast?” Zhou Ze said curiously.
”Haha, I used to be a minor supporting role in the cast, but who knows how to make people.”
When the wine came on,
the Taoist priest poured Zhou Ze a glass first and filled it with himself, then took a sip and narrowed his eyes:”Tut Tut, beautiful drop is very, beautiful drop is very.”
Zhou Ze took the boiled water and took another sip.
”The deputy director is not a thing. She wants to play the role of a little actress. The girl is not 18 years old. Alas, the girl cries and doesn't want to do it;
I just met the old man and went up to beat the deputy director.”
Lao Dao reached out and patted himself on the chest, saying:
”to make money is to make money, to be famous is to be famous, but no matter what we do, we can't be ignorant of our conscience, right?
Brother, do you mean that? ”