In the Datongpu room, Chu Heng sat on the bench with great dignity, preparing to tell the dozen or so people in search of his ideas for the autobiography.
He glanced sideways at Ivy Code, who was still secretly feeling sad about the 0.1 shares, and then said in a nagging voice: "For some reasons, the content of this book can only be true in one part and false in nine parts, so although
It is disguised as an autobiography, but it is essentially a novel."
"My idea for this story is this. The first half mainly describes Ivy's own excellence and the beauty of life. It should make people smile, admire and yearn for it, and feel warm in their hearts."
"And in the second half, the word "tragic" must be highlighted. It can be as miserable as it is. It must make people cry and grit their teeth. What about coercion, abortion, divorce, car accidents, amnesia, depression?
Ah, suicide, add whatever you can to it."
"There has to be a twist at the end, telling how she worked hard to get out of hell and regain the light with my help, and I want to shape her into an independent, strong and brave woman who is the flag of the new era..."
"Shashasha..."
He didn't want Bilian to spit and talk while the gunmen below took brand-new pens and recorded every word he said. After all, the matter was so important that they didn't dare to be careless.
Avima's eyes lit up as she listened, and even the 0.1 shares ran to the back of her mind. She was a foreigner and knew what it was like outside, so she vaguely felt that if this autobiography
If it were written according to Chu Heng's ideas, it should be a very good book.
Such a good book, coupled with the encouragement of certain people or forces, it would be unreasonable for it not to be popular!
Therefore, she is probably going to become famous again!
Ivy, who had enjoyed the benefits of fame before, suddenly became excited when she thought of this. She clamped her legs hard and took a few steps forward, regardless of whether it would stain her beloved custom-made suit.
He sat down on the greasy bench and asked Chu Heng: "Chu, is there anything you need me to do?"
Chu Heng glanced at her and said: "You should come up with the outline first. The remaining task is to provide them with materials. Remember that you must come here every day from now on."
"No problem!" Ivy Ma responded hurriedly. Naturally, she would not slack off on something that was of benefit to her.
Chu Heng looked at Yin Gao again and ordered: "You should also bear some burdens. The logistics support work here will be left to you. Tea, cigarettes, etc., everything that should be prepared will be prepared. Food and drink must not be neglected, and nutrition
You have to keep up with everything. In addition to the morning, there must be a meat dish for lunch and dinner. By the way, remember to get a few bottles of wine in the evening."
"Understood." Yin Gao nodded with a strange look on his face, still a little puzzled in his heart, why is Mr. Chu so generous?
"Remember, except for accommodation fees, food and other expenses will be charged to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Chu Heng suddenly said again.
I’ll just say it!
Daqing is just trying to take advantage.
Yin Gao suddenly rolled his eyes.
"Why the hell are you rolling your eyes at me and I'll pluck out your eyeballs for you!" Chu Heng glared and slapped him hard on the back of the head, then turned around and studied the outline with Ivy and the others.
Yin Gao grinned and rubbed the back of his head. Seeing that he couldn't get a word in, he pondered for a moment before getting up and leaving the room. He first went to the first floor to find the guest house manager, ordered lunch and dinner, and then went to a nearby grocery store.
, brought back some cigarettes and tea.
When it was almost noon, the young man who had collected Chu Heng's two packs of cigarettes knocked on the door of Datongpu's room, walked in carrying a few heavy iron kettles, and said with a naive smile: "That... from the water room
The water is boiling. I see that you have been in a meeting and have no time to go down to fetch water, so I fetched you a few pots."
"Hey, you, thank you so much, just give it to me." Yin Gao, who was sitting aside and listening, almost dozed off. He quickly got up and went over to take the thermos.
After giving the thermos to Yin Gao, the young man picked up several empty thermoses in the room. Before leaving, he hesitated, glanced furtively outside, and whispered to Chu Heng and the others: "What, today?
I'm on duty, if any of you have damp quilts, come to me after eight o'clock and I'll change them into something dry for you."
The gunmen who had been worried about how to cover the quilt before heard this, their faces showed joy, and they quickly stood up to say thank you.
"This is really great, thank you, little comrade."
"Then we'll go find you tonight."
"Come on, little comrade, smoke, smoke."
After the young man left with the empty thermos, one of the people in the crowd was a wife in her forties... The woman looked at Chu Heng happily and said: "Team leader Chu, you really didn't give me these two boxes of cigarettes for nothing.
.”
After a morning of contact, they had almost figured out this guy's temperament, and they spoke more casually.
"Otherwise, you think I'm sick and giving cigarettes to others? I even go to the grave and throw some paper money out to kill the kid." Chu Heng patted his butt and stood up, greeted them, and left the room together, ready to go.
Have a meal.
"Hey, I still think the thing I just mentioned about my crush during my teenage years should be removed."
"I also feel that there is no need to write about these details."
"I don't think we can get rid of it. The girl's love for spring is a time worth remembering for every woman and should be written about."
"Then mention it? But you have to control the number of words, just two hundred words. Too many words will be cumbersome."
A group of people walked and chatted, and soon arrived on the first floor.
It was now time for dinner, half of the tables in the restaurant were occupied, and none of the few private rooms were left.
The manager who was chatting with someone saw them coming down and walked over with a smile. After greeting them to sit down, he accompanied them and said a few words before leaving.
Not long after, a waiter brought the meals they had ordered one by one.
There were two tables together, each with six dishes, five vegetarian and one meat. The staple food was a large white-flour steamed bun.
Looking at the food on the table, the foodies, who had been eating branyan vegetables for who knows how long, immediately became restless and almost threw their food away. One mouthful of steamed buns and one mouthful of vegetables left their mouths full of oil.
After eating and drinking, the group of people took the initiative to return to the third floor without Chu Heng urging them to continue studying the outline.
What a good group of cows and horses!
Chu Heng was very pleased with this.
They kept busy like this until around seven o'clock in the evening. For the sake of fate, a group of pen writers finally racked their brains and finalized the outline in this short half-day.
Only then did Chu Heng and Aiweima leave the guest house with peace of mind.
"Goodbye, Chu."
"See you later."
After saying goodbye outside the door, and after the visitors got into their respective cars, Aiweima drove away in a hurry. She wanted to go back and check some information overnight so that she could send it to the gunmen tomorrow.
Chu Heng also quickly started the car and rushed home. He had to go to Gao Ling's studio early tomorrow to keep an eye on it, and he had to go to bed early today.
