Chapter 34 What kind of pen do you like? [Please follow up]

In the company.

Song Ci was sitting at his workstation, still looking at the computer screen, holding a pen in his hand and writing and drawing on the A4 paper.

With his serious appearance, he attracted the fat brother who was fishing next to him. Song Ci was very talented. He learned to fish with everyone in a short period of time. He was so diligent and rare.

Turning his head and looking at Song Ci's computer screen, Fat Brother looked at the A4 paper in front of him and asked him a little strangely: "Do you want to start a side job?"

Song Ci shook his head.

"You can say that if you're one of us." Fatty said with a look on his face that said, "Don't hide it, don't hide it."

Song Ci still shook his head.

Fat Brother didn't believe it. The computer screen was full of web pages for small businesses. He also said that he was not planning to start a side job and was just lying.

Song Ci wrote a lot more, but his pen ran out of ink.

Song Ci felt that Fat Brother had always been more relaxed and generous when he went out, and he finally understood the reason.

Fat Brother shook his head: "I'm going to listen to music tonight. Let's find out the price first."

The fat brother shook his head: "I won't go, it's expensive!"

After a while, Song Ci finished his work, and so did Fat Brother. There was not much work, and it was done in the morning. The rest of the time was a bit idle.

"Don't listen to them. There aren't that many. Last time it was organized by a friend of the opposite sex. I just went fishing." Fatty replied.

Song Ci looked at OK on the computer screen and pretended not to see it. WeChat was still on the computer. What are you pretending to be?

Song Ci nodded.

"Handsome guy, do you have a car you like?"

He is single, and he is also a young man. Although Song Ci does not follow the trend and does not belong to the same people, Song Ci can understand him.

After finishing the work, it was already afternoon, and Song Ci could still see the heavy rain outside the window.

After not thinking about the result for a long time, Song Ci closed the web page, lay on the bear pillow he just bought, and looked at the paper posted on the workstation in a daze.

I just didn't expect Fat Brother to be so good at making money. Maverick, who makes dozens of dollars a month and earns millions a year, actually works in the company for more than 10,000 yuan a month.

There are no serious people in the company, except that he is a serious person.

Song Ci: "."

"Because some people are scary-looking, and some people are scary-looking." Song Ci thought for a while and answered.

"Just say it's k or w."

Song Ci didn't believe it.

He was browsing the news, and when he saw that Song Ci had finished his work, he moved the computer screen towards Song Ci.

"I'm afraid the price is not cheap!" Song Ci said.

Song Ci:??

Song Ci: "..."

Not people, but things.

Song Ci is not a business genius. He has always felt that there are many things to learn and see. He probably has more confidence than others and does not care about short-term failures and losses.

He looked at Fat Brother who was drawing a borderline comic and said, "Fat Brother, borrow a pen!"

Probably hoping that he would have an answer, there was still a lot of curiosity in his eyes.

Song Ci couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he listened to Fat Brother's voice.

"Yes, fishing, you are really fishing! You can't even stand still when you come back." Brother Ming curled his lips: "Does fishing hurt?"

Song Ci laughed.

Although I don’t know how it will be after taking off the makeup, I can still see it after putting on makeup. In addition, I can play a lot of musical instruments, including flute, pipa, guzheng, flute, string instrument, singing and dancing.

It’s not that he wants to start a side business, he just wants to see what small businesses are like now, so that he can understand more and be less frustrated.

I didn't expect that Song Ci would have such clear thinking, and it was quite reasonable.

Can't understand.

"Only Sister Ge can lend you this company." Fat Brother replied seriously: "I don't have one!"

Song Ci suddenly understood.

After chatting and eating sunflower seeds at the company, Song Ci walked to the nearby streets after get off work and followed the navigation for a long time before finding the location.

This is his first time buying a car.

He also clicked on the circle of friends to show Song Ci, a man in ancient costume with long legs, makeup that concealed his true face, and the faintly visible ancient costume, making the dance look magnificent.

In the final analysis, he has never tried to do these small things.

I'm borrowing a pen, not...!

"He can earn hundreds of thousands a month by drawing comics. Would Fat Brother care about three thousand? At most, he would just charter a boat and go to the sea for a whole day." Lao Wang opposite.

Said: "The key is that he went alone."

Yes, there are indeed not many opportunities to play volleyball, and only wealthy people abroad like it. Song Ci has heard friends experience it, but he has no experience.

"The daughter of the former richest man in the world also married to Brother Hei. What do you think his daughter wants?" The fat brother looked at Song Ci curiously.

When you get angry, it's normal to find some Sichuan clams and some Pipa.

"If you really want to do a side job, I think you can find something that is easy and won't waste your time." Fat Brother suggested: "If it's easy, take it easy."

The fat brother opened his mouth and seemed stunned.

Song Ci reacted for a few seconds: "."

"Fat brother, do you have an online dating partner again?" Song Ci asked after seeing that he was chatting seriously.

Continuing to browse the information on the Internet, Song Ci banged his head from time to time and seemed a little sleepy.

After being nurtured for a period of time, Song Ci was able to get on the highway with the steering wheel, without using the brakes.

"3k!" the other party replied simply.

It holds a brush, a chalk, and a water-based pen.

Without further explanation to Fat Brother, Song Ci cheered up and thought seriously.

Looking at the dazzling array of cars, Song Ci was a little dazzled and didn't know how to choose.

Taking a water-based pen, Song Ci was about to write again. He really didn't understand why Fat Brother, an office worker, would have chalk in his drawer.

Tang poetry opened up another world for him and exposed him to different things. Song Ci has always felt that Tang poetry brought him a lot of freshness.

"Brother Ming spends a lot of money in a month. He can't even compare with how much you spend in one trip~!" Song Ci said with a smile.

Fat Brother pointed to the small office, that was the finance department.

Fat Brother suddenly realized it, and then searched in the drawer: "Actually, water-based pens depend on luck. Which one do you like?"

Damn you, are you stupid in drawing? You can't just make up your mind all day long just because of the mosaic, okay?

"Batiao, how can we fight here!" The three of them looked at Song Ci: "Even Xiao Song can't handle it."

The person sitting next door is not the river god, but the chariot god.

Then he looked at Fat Brother, and he was a little suspicious, but he said calmly: "You don't need tools for fishing?"

It is indeed a good cup of tea.

The packaging of the products is different, and the prices are also very different. The same green tea, packaged in plastic bags, and packaged in ceramics, obviously have different prices.

Does this mean that you are so weird because I didn’t call you?

"Brother, Fenghuaxueyue, how can you talk about such an elegant thing for money?" came the voice.

Song Ci exhaled: "I mean the water-based pen is used for writing."

Fat Brother thought for a while, turned the phone away, said forget it, and said OK on his hand.

"It's to the stomach!" Fat Brother was convinced.

Song Ci: "..."

Song Ci was confused.

Song Ci shook his head, looked left and right, then selected a car and started bargaining with the sales lady.

At first it was hundreds or hundreds, then a hundred or a hundred, and finally tens or tens.

The sales lady is impatient.

"Handsome guy, I'm not telling you, for a second-hand electric car, you still have to add this and that, a few hundred or a few tens less. You don't have much money in the first place, so why bother?"
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