Qiu Xiaobai sent the message to Hu Shuo in her office. She thought about it while driving to work in the morning. She still felt that she should have a good talk with Hu Shuo, hoping that he would change his mind.
So, after taking care of some chores, Qiu Xiaobai sent another message to Hu Shuo.
However, after seeing this reply, she almost smashed her phone.
Although Hu Shuo's reply imitates the automatic reply function of WeChat, if your brother imitates it, don't reply for such a long time, okay?
The automatic reply function of WeChat replies instantly!
Therefore, Qiu Xiaobai saw through Hu Shuo's little trick directly, so the other party obviously avoided communicating with her by doing this.
To put it bluntly, I just don’t want to talk to her!
After seeing through this in an instant, Qiu Xiaobai was naturally extremely angry.
Immediately sent two messages to Hu Shuo in succession
"Okay, you heartless person!"
"Pull up your pants and leave, right~!!"
The filming set of "Love Apartment".
After seeing Qiu Xiaobai's reply, Hu Shuo was shocked and did not dare to pretend to be dead.
"Mr. Qiu, let's stop joking, okay? What if my wife sees it and thinks I've done something to you?"
"Isn't my metaphor appropriate?" Qiu Xiaobai replied angrily.
"Inappropriate, I just don't like to be in public." Hu Shuo replied.
"This is for your own good!"
"Thank you, but I don't need it"
"Ever heard of a saying?"
"What?"
"Good intentions are treated as a donkey's liver and lungs!"
"And have you heard that other saying?"
"What?"
"The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is!"
"you"
Qiu Xiaobai was speechless.
Because, Hu Shuo's description is indeed very accurate. As the author himself, he is not anxious about autograph signings. As an "outsider", why should Qiu Xiaobai be anxious for others!
"It's okay not to sign for sales, but you must sign a batch of books after they leave the factory as a feedback to the readers."
After quite a while, Qiu Xiaobai sent another message.
"How many copies to sign?"
Hu Shuo asked that when new books are launched, many writers now release a batch of signed books signed by the author to give back to readers. However, the workload of autographing is too great after all, and most authors only sign a few symbolic copies.
The rest are signed by staff, and some authors directly use their seals instead, printing their own seals on each book.
Hu Shuo complained crazily about this kind of behavior in his heart. If I use a seal, do you need to seal it? You can just engrave one yourself and seal it.
"1000 copies."
Qiu Xiaobai replied.
"All right."
Hu Shuo responded directly. The number of 1,000 books sounds like a lot, but it only requires a signature on each book. Half a day is enough.
The main thing is that he also made Qiu Xiaobai very angry about the autograph signing, and they also had good intentions. Now that he had made concessions, Hu Shuo stopped bargaining.
"I will inform you when the first batch of books leave the factory. I hope you will be online by then."
Qiu Xiaobai replied again, obviously still aggrieved by Hu Shuo's death.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there”
Hu Shuo added a smiling face at the end of the message. To be honest, as a partner, Qiu Xiaobai is pretty good.
It's just that Hu Shuo doesn't want to expose himself yet, so he refused the autograph signing this time. Otherwise, as Qiu Xiaobai said, the autograph signing would be a win-win situation for both parties.
In the next few days, Hu Shuo didn't go to the set of "Love Apartment" anymore. Apart from taking care of Zuo Zuo, he spent all his spare time on creation. First he wrote a few songs, and then he wrote two movie scripts.
, and a few children's stories, my life was quite fulfilling.
September 6th.
Wednesday.
At the invitation of Qiu Xiaobai, Hu Shuo came to the "Xicheng Printing Factory", and "The Story of Zuo Zuo" was printed by this factory.
Xicheng Printing Factory is located on the outskirts of Jiangcheng City. Hu Shuo followed the navigation system and drove for more than an hour before arriving at the gate of Xicheng Printing Factory.
From a distance, Hu Shuo saw a Porsche Cayenne parked at the entrance of the factory. He drove over, parked behind the Cayenne, and got out of the car.
Qiu Xiaobai walked out of the Cayenne, her beautiful eyes full of surprise. She pointed at the Mulsanne behind Hu Shuo and asked with an incredulous look on her face: "Is this car yours?"
"Otherwise."
Hu Shuo chuckled and shrugged.
"No wonder you didn't even bother to hold an autograph session for you. It turns out there is really no shortage of money." Qiu Xiaobai muttered in a low voice. Normally, the ratio of a person's car to his total asset value is between 1:10 and
A ratio of 1:20 is more reasonable. If it is a luxury car, this ratio may be larger.
In other words, under normal circumstances, a person who can afford to drive a Mulsanne must have assets of more than 50 million. This is a relatively conservative estimate.
"You are wrong, I am really short of money." Hu Shuo smiled.
"Cut~!"
Qiu Xiaobai snorted. She, the daughter of the China Literature Group, didn't even drive such a luxurious car. Of course she didn't believe that Hu Shuo was short of money.
However, Qiu Xiaobai really didn't expect that the author he casually signed was actually a rich man. This was not only proved by Hu Shuo's car, but also by his outfit.
What Hu Shuo wore today was a Hermès casual suit, which cost at least 70,000 to 80,000 yuan.
She also wears a vintage Patek Philippe watch on her wrist. I’m afraid this watch won’t cost hundreds of thousands.
Suddenly, Qiu Xiaobai became interested in Hu Shuo's background. She was curious about who Hu Shuo was.
You are already such a wealthy person, yet you still want to publish stories on the Internet.
"Mr. Qiu, I have a wife and children. Your eyes like this make me feel guilty."
Seeing Qiu Xiaobai looking at him blankly, Hu Shuo joked with a smile.
Hearing this, Qiu Xiaobai's pretty face blushed slightly, she was indeed a little out of sorts.
"I'm just curious. What kind of stories can people like you write?" Qiu Xiaobai rolled his eyes.
"Make money!" Hu Shuo shrugged.
"Are you going to be short of money?"
"Mr. Qiu, what you are saying is just a layman's statement. Isn't there anyone in this world who is not short of money? Isn't the richest man busy making money every day?"
"Human desires can never be satisfied. When you have ten thousand yuan, you want to have one hundred thousand yuan. When you have one hundred thousand yuan, you want to have one million. When you have one million
Sometimes, if you want to have 10 million, often the richer the person, the more they want to make more money, I think you should understand this."
Hu Shuo said with a smile on his face, what he said was exactly what most people felt.
"Let's go sign autographs."
Qiu Xiaobai pursed her lips in frustration. She found that she could not speak to Hu Shuo at all. Several previous confrontations on WeChat also ended with her defeat, so she decisively changed the topic.