Chapter 453 (1/2)

Wen Liang's microblog summarizes the following points:

1. Random adaptation of Dahua journey to the west, disrespect for famous works and destroy national culture.

2. Animated films are for children. Those who still tout animated films are immature.

3. The film side of Dahua journey to the West hyped and used improper means to crowd out other works on the same schedule and seize the film arrangement.

4. His own film is really good, but no one can understand it.

Thousands of words, comparable to other people's novels. It can only be said that he is worthy of being a director. It is written by a person who is rich in both voice and emotion and deeply moved. If someone doesn't know it, he may really be persuaded by him.

Unfortunately, when he opened more than a dozen messages under his microblog, he found that several were ”too long to read”.

”Lao Tze d you m!” he was so angry that he almost dropped his cell phone.

He hates his teeth itching. Why is he the only big director Fan? It makes no sense!

”People nowadays are really not aesthetic at all.” he cursed while pouring boiling water.

As a result, the cup cracked and the boiling water splashed his pants.

”Ah! Shit!” he jumped up in pain. As a result, his foot accidentally stepped on the water glass, which made him cry like killing a pig again.

He wanted to ask for help, but he found that his wife had run away with Lao Wang next door, and the nanny resigned because of his sexual harassment. He was the only one in the family, so he had to limp to change his pants and socks, put the glass in the bag and throw it downstairs.

When I got to the garbage dump, I met an aunt in a sanitation uniform and said, ”what kind of garbage are you?”

Wen Liang: ”hmm???”

The aunt pointed to the bag in his hand: ”what kind of garbage are you?”

”I... I'm not rubbish!” Wen Liang was angry. Could this man talk? He simply took the bag and turned away. I won't throw it away today. What's the matter?

”It's not garbage. Why are you here? Ah Wu egg!” the aunt also scolded in a low voice, and then continued to say to the next person, ”Hey, throw the wet garbage bag to the dry garbage. Did the crayfish pick its head? It's clear.”

Wenliang returned home with garbage. As a result, his face changed as soon as he touched his pocket. No, I was in a hurry just now. I forgot my key.

No way, had to go to the door of the community.

”Boss, how much is a key?”

”140, do you deserve it?” the boss said without raising his head while eating.

Wen Liang's face has changed again. Is it because he's worried? Why do you always feel strange listening to others recently?

But he still said, ”I deserve it.”

”How many do you want?”

”I...” he really wanted to throw out the broken glass in the bag. How did the man talk? ”I don't deserve it.”

”You don't deserve it,” the boss continued.

Wen Liang almost vomited blood, but he endured it after looking at his boss's strong biceps.

[I'm a big director and celebrity. Why should I be serious with a small citizen? Lose points.]

Thinking so, he left the key shop and planned to find another one to match the key.

On the way, I saw a blind fortune teller set up a stall at the door of their community. He didn't believe this, but the wound on the soles of his feet pierced by glass was really painful and couldn't walk. So he planned to borrow the fortune teller's stool to sit down.

As a result, he sat down and the fortune teller asked him, ”what are you?”

Wen Liang: ”