"Now you have to give a speech when selling cakes?" Zhao Haitang was surprised after hearing this.
"Listen."
Lu Ziqiao took the notebook, adjusted her tone and demeanor, and read aloud: "Dear leaders, fellow villagers, hello everyone, the red flag is fluttering in the wind, and the athletes are in high spirits. This community fitness competition is a high-level one.
It was a stylish and graceful competition. The residents competed to show their friendship, level and style. SS Ah Little Cake is honored to sponsor this competition. I wish everyone’s life can be like SS Ah Little Cake.
Nutritious and fragrant.”
Chen Meijia asked everyone: "Tell me, is this last sentence too boring and not coaxing at all?"
Zhao Haitang expressed his opinion: "It's not that the last sentence is boring, it's that the whole paragraph is boring."
Zhuge Dali also complained: "Not only is it boring, but it's also old-fashioned. Do you plan to dye your hair white and wear a fake beard when the time comes?"
Tang Zhan was actually surprised. After his last live broadcast, Chen Meijia asked him to be the spokesperson for small cakes. Since he could help and make money, he didn't refuse.
I originally thought that the name SS and Little Cake would be changed.
It seems that he was just appointed as the spokesperson, and the name of the cake did not change.
Tang Zhan also put forward his own thoughts: "The name of the small cake was said to be problematic last time, and it has not been changed for how long."
Hu Yifei helped Lu Ziqiao find the steps: "Don't embarrass Ziqiao. He finally got this sponsorship opportunity."
Lu Ziqiao also showed off his cards: "Okay, I copied this paragraph from the Internet. I'm not good at writing this kind of thing. When I was in elementary school, I was punished by the teacher for being too naughty. As a result, my writing in the examination was too bad, and I was punished again.
The teacher punished me by writing a test, but the result was that the test was still bad, and I was punished by the teacher with writing a test again, and the result was that the test was still bad, and I was punished by the teacher with writing a test..."
Hu Yifei couldn't listen anymore and interrupted Lu Ziqiao: "I have a feeling of doing whatever I want to play with idioms."
Chen Meijia also knew that Lu Ziqiao's writing was unreliable: "What should I do?"
Tang Zhan looked at Zhao Haitang.
He had been pestering Zhuge Dali when he came in just now.
He had no intention of talking to Zhao Haitang.
Now of course I have to find something for him to do if I have the chance.
"It's actually easy to solve." Tang Zhan smiled: "Isn't there a Zhao Haitang who is very good at writing in our apartment? Just look for him."
Chen Meijia thought it made sense and smiled at Zhao Haitang: "Brother Haitang, your writing style is better. Please write one for us."
Zhao Haitang became proud: "How can I, a person who is going to win the Nobel Prize for Literature sooner or later, write something like this?"
Tang Zhan knew that he would refuse, and the hole had been dug for him long ago: "Zhao Haitang, you are not good at writing, are you?"
"How is that possible?" Zhao Haitang was unconvinced: "I can write this kind of thing in minutes."
"Then just write one and have a look." Tang Zhan deliberately provoked him: "It would be a bit embarrassing for a person who wants to win the Nobel Prize in Literature if he can't even write a speech well."
"You..." Zhao Haitang and Tang Zhan had fought many times, so of course he knew it was to stimulate him.
But!
In the past, it was impossible to guard against Tang Zhan's machinations.