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

Song Huanxi started with a rhetorical question, and then wrote incisively: "Ms. Dong loves Li Xunhuan, who is handsome and dedicated in the book, and A Fei who is lazy and quick-witted... May I ask, how about comparing A Fei? So what about comparing Li Xunhuan?

Mr. is so smart, there is no need to say anything else, that's all."

Song Huanxi carefully sealed the letter, put it aside, yawned, and should have gone to bed directly, but her heart moved and picked up the letter that was drunk again.

After reading the first half twice, Song Huanxi thought to himself: Submit articles to the newspaper?

She had never thought about this way before. It was probably because she practiced scripts at Pei every day, and she was only thinking about submitting to Rongchang.

Write a serial?

What subject matter is good?

Song Huanxi's heart moved again, and at the same time, he remembered the speech of the new governor in the evening, the story of vigorously developing night school literacy, and Brother Ah Sheng.

If she used Brother Ah Sheng's experience in night school as a model and rewritten it into a novel, which fits the governor's policy, she would definitely be serialized by the newspaper first!

The more Song Huanxi thought about it, the more he became more and more moved. He took out the paper and pen directly. When he was about to finish the pen, the tip of the pen was hanging above the white paper and it did not fall down for a long time.

The story between Brother Asheng and his cram school and Teacher Zhiyang is really interesting, but I always feel that something is missing-

Song Huanxi tried hard to recall the guests' performance when Brother Ah Sheng told him about his experience in night school.

Well, the guests were very excited at the beginning, but later they were in a lack of interest.

If you think about it carefully, the guests in the wonton noodle restaurant seem to prefer stories about heroes and beauties, such as "The Return of the Condor Heroes" and "The Relentless Swordsman".

Song Huanxi had an idea. What would happen if Teacher Zhiyang was changed to a rich daughter?

Just like the "London Beauty" by Hong Kong's prodigal son, it originates from life and is higher than life!

In an instant, inspiration came one after another. The pen in Song Huanxi's hand seemed to have his own will, and he started writing on paper crazy:

Aqiang always carried an old blue cloth pocket and shuttled through the alleys of Kowloon City, collecting some of the rags from the previous dynasty, and then selling them.

When you are lucky, you can eat and drink for half a month without worrying about one piece.

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

This made him feel very difficult. The blue jacket on his body was already the most obvious clothes he could do - only a small patch was put on under his armpit, and as long as he didn't raise his hand, no one would notice it.

Aqiang sat nervously at the round table facing the street of the coffee shop. The floor-to-ceiling windows beside him were as clean as a mirror, clearly reflecting his embarrassment at this moment.

He didn't dare to turn his head and look out. On the streets of Central, there were white-collar workers in brightly dressed companies. He just felt that everyone passing by was laughing at him.

The chair seemed to have thorns, and Aqiang had his butt half an inch away from his butt several times and forced himself to sit down.

Why haven’t Ajuan come yet!

Just as Aqiang was restless, a young girl in a foreign skirt walked over quickly. She had beautiful hair on her shoulders and beautiful facial features. She apologized before she sat down:

"Sorry, A Qiang, I temporarily received a case--"

Aqiang looked at Qingmei in front of him with a blank look on his face. What is hey, death?

Since Ajuan entered Central to work, the two of them have not been in contact for a long time. If it weren't for my mother's message today, he would have to come, and he would not come even if he died.

My mother always talks about Ajuan saying that she wanted to do his wife when she was a child. Only he knew that Ajuan and him were already people from two worlds.

Ajuan looked at the glass cup containing water in front of Aqiang and exclaimed: "Aqiang, do you have nothing to drink?"

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

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

Ajuan smiled slightly: "Coffee, thank you."

She saw A Shui's face was confused and kindly suggested: "Brother A Shui, do you want to try it? Foreigners' tea is quite delicious."

Aqiang nodded halfway or not.

Soon, two cups of coffee were sent.

Aqiang sucked his nose, and the familiar taste... isn't it just the noodle restaurant I often go to, and is nicknamed as the thing that everyone calls the pot of water!

He suddenly felt a little distressed. This thing is not cheap. In the noodle shop, there is only one rich sucker who often takes it.

Ajuan smiled and said, "Drinking it harder, adding some milk and sugar will make it much better. Try it!"

Aqiang added milk and sugar half-doubtedly, took a sip, hey, it was quite delicious!

Ajuan put down her cup and talked directly about the important matter: "Brother Aqiang, I am working in Gai now. Recently, they have acquired ten tankers and are preparing to set up an ocean-going fleet."

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

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

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

Ajuan Zhanyan: "Greater than me now."

That's really high!

Aqiang could not refuse the salary, he didn't even think about it, and nodded directly: "Okay, I'll go!"

Ajuan was very happy. When she was a child, she drowned and Aqiang saved her, she always remembered it.

Ajuan said with some regret: "It's a pity that you don't know much literacy, otherwise you can be a sailor. If you know some English, you can do the third mate."

Aqiang was very sensitive and asked, "What is the salary of the sailor? Where is the third mate?"

Ajuan laughed: "Sailors' salary is higher than ordinary sailors, and the third mates are doubled."

Aqiang took a breath of air conditioning, and there were more sailors than Ajuan, that, the three deputy—

I can't even think about it!

Ajuan stood up and said, "Since you want to, I will fill out a form for you and submit it. You can go back and wait for my news!"

Aqiang nodded: "Okay!"

Ajuan left in a hurry.

Aqiang glanced at Ajuan's coffee that only took a sip of, brought it over without hesitation, drank it all in one sip, and then drank all his coffee before imitating Ajuan's appearance: "I'm very hungry?"

The waiter walked over with brisk steps: "Sir?"

Aqiang said directly: "Checkout!"

This coffee shop in Central is much more expensive than the water in the noodle shop. When he heard the price, Aqiang felt ache. He was about to take out his wallet to pay, but suddenly he remembered that the armpit patch was patched and his hands were just a meal:

"Well, you can get your wallet in your pants pocket!"

waiter:"??"

“Excuse me?”

Aqiang was stunned: "What rice? Can you understand Chinese?"

Just now, Ajuan, who forgot to check out, hurriedly returned, and what she saw was a stalemate between Aqiang and the waiter.

She quickly stepped forward to settle the bill and pulled Aqiang out of the cafe. Aqiang took the initiative to explain: "Ajuan, I have money, that's--"

He paused, slowly lifted his arms, revealing the obviously different color patch under his armpits.

Do you still remember Mr. Gai Junying? Yes, his family appeared.
Chapter completed!