"Wow, Ajian, why did you come here so late and bring so many things?!"
Ni Jian lived in a small villa. When Gu Long, the big head, opened the door and saw Shi Zhijian outside carrying a few braised vegetables and five-chip skin, he couldn't help but be surprised.
Ni Jiang did not come out to open the door, but asked Big Head to come over and open the door. It was obvious that he was still angry with Shi Zhijian.
Last time Shi Zhijian teased him and asked him to write an editorial on food safety in Ming Pao, which almost caused Yongkang Company to go bankrupt.
Afterwards, Ni Jiang found out that he was being used by Shi Zhijian, so he hated Shi Zhijian.
"Woof woof woof!" Ni Jiang's bulldog complained on behalf of its owner, squatting at the door and barking at Shi Zhijian.
Before Shi Zhijian could kick him, Big Head had already kicked him, "Street dog! He barks at everyone! Even if I pee in the middle of the night, you won't stop barking!"
It seems that Big Head and Bulldog have a deep feud.
"I bought something at Lu Yu Teahouse and stopped by to take a look. How about it? Do you want to disturb me?"
"No! There's wine and food, it's so good that we'll be spoiled for choice!"
Big Head has been in Hong Kong for more than half a year, but he has learned the Cantonese word "pushui" thoroughly, and he pounces on the streets at every turn.
Shi Zhijian brought the food and wine into the room, and at a glance he saw Ni Jiang lying on the sofa, curled up like a shrimp, with his back to him.
Big Head knew about the problems between Shi Zhijian and Ni Jiang, so he helped Zhang Luo find plates and wine cups, saying: "Ignore him, he is in a bad mood these days because of his "Wesley" card."
Shi Zhijian put down the food and drinks and looked around. There were many books arranged in a mess. There were also ashtrays filled with cigarette butts. The room was also filled with smoke. It could be seen that before he came here, Ni Jiang and Big Head were probably there.
Swallowing clouds and puffing up mist to engage in creation.
Shi Zhijian poured the food and wine into the plate brought by Big Head, then walked over to open the curtains and push open the window himself.
"Hey, you guy without eyes, didn't you see anyone sleeping? Don't open the window, it's windy!" Ni Jiang said with his back to Shi Zhijian.
Shi Zhijian walked over, sat on the sofa and patted Ni Ji: "Are you still angry with me?"
"Who's angry with you? Meimei!"
Shi Zhijian smiled, "Since you're not angry, why not get up and have a drink?"
"You don't even have to look at me to know, Wujiapi, what's good to drink? I have a lot of brandy and whiskey in the wine cabinet! Drinking foreign wine is the best way to enjoy it." Ni Jiang stuck his buttocks and turned his back to Shi Zhijian with a look of disdain.
Seeing that he could not be persuaded, Shi Zhijian stopped talking and walked over to eat and drink with Big Head.
The big head took the chopsticks to the chicken gizzards on the plate, picked up one, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it.
Shi Zhijian handed him a bottle of the Acanthopanax bark he brought.
The big head ate the chicken gizzards and praised: "The food made by Lu Yu Teahouse is truly worthy of its reputation!" He unscrewed the skin of the five-chicken peel and took a nice sip into his mouth.
It’s so expensive, but it suits the appetite of us Chinese people! It tastes so good that it’s so delicious!”
Ni Jiang pricked up his ears and listened, snorted, shrank back, and raised his butt higher.
Shi Zhijian and Big Head were eating, drinking, and talking together.
"How is it, are you used to celebrating the New Year in Hong Kong?" Shi Zhijian asked the big head.
"Is there anything I'm not used to? Chinese New Year is nothing more than a group of drinking friends getting together to exchange drinks! If it weren't for the rush of manuscripts, I would have been drunk and dreaming!"
"You haven't finished writing the manuscript of "Chu Liuxiang" yet?"
"It's almost time. The outline and everything are already written. We can hire a more skilled gunman to take care of it then."
"Hire a gunman? Don't you write it yourself?"
"I have written, I have written an outline!" Big Head shook his head, picked up a piece of duck neck with chopsticks and gnawed on it, "Many book publishers have been urging me to submit manuscripts, and the manuscript fees have gone up again and again. I don't know what to do.
Well, I can only give the written outline to the gunmen and let them ghostwrite it for me. As for me, I can start writing a new book."
"What new book?"
"That's the inspiration you gave me. That little Li Feidao is a good example." The big head spit out the gnawed duck neck, then picked up a piece of duck leg and ate it.
Shi Zhijian took a big sip of Wujiapi and asked, "Is it really that profitable to write novels?"
As soon as Shi Zhijian said this, he thought this question was idiotic.
But the big head stared at him with the duck leg in his mouth and muttered: "What, you want to do it too?"
Ni Ji, who was pretending to be asleep with his butt protruding, couldn't bear it any longer. He jumped up from the sofa and walked up to Shi Zhijian in a majestic manner. Without saying a word, he didn't even look for chopsticks after sitting down. He just picked up the toothpick and started moving.
He quickly pricked the chicken gizzards, threw the duck butt into his mouth, and after eating it happily, he said: "Are you kidding me? You are not a good boss, why are you going to the literary world and us?"
fight for a job?!"
Shi Zhijian sighed, "I'm short of money!"
Big Head has a good heart: "I'll lend you whatever you need!"
"Don't be fooled! What he wants is your words!"
Ni Jiang has been with Big Head for a long time and knows that Big Head is a sweetheart. As long as he feeds him three or two mouthfuls of horse urine, he will be willing to borrow his head, let alone borrow money from him.
"It's not much, 200,000!" Shi Zhijian took a sip of Wujiapi, "It's just a drop of money for big writers like you!"
"You're so big! Don't give us high hats! I only sell a script for 10,000, how much can I write to earn 200,000?"
"Didn't I give you 30,000 yuan for a script last time?"
"That's an exception. If you want me to rush to work, I'm overdrafting my body."
Shi Zhijian could only look at the big head.
Big Head: "I can afford 200,000. If you need it urgently, Ajian, I'll lend it to you!"
Ni Jiang was gnawing on the duck leg and said anxiously, "Lend him an egg! He is a big boss, how can he have no money? Otherwise, don't use the borrowed money and let him sell the plot!"
The big head blinked: "What do you mean?"
"Aren't you going to write about Xiao Li's flying knife? It's a good example. You've almost lost your hair these days. Since he said this, there must be a story. Let him tell the story.
You are responsible for selling the synopsis. Sell the synopsis to those book publishers first and see how much money you can make. If you make more, you can lend him money. If you don't make a profit, you will be sorry, and there is no need to talk to your brothers!"
Ni Jiang felt proud that his method was great. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If you want to gain something, you must pay the price.
The big head was a little hesitant. He still thought it would be better to lend money to Shi Zhijian. After all, friends help each other. Unexpectedly, Shi Zhijian agreed immediately, "Okay, it's settled!"
Shi Zhijian then took a sip of Wujia Pi and said, "Big head, go get a pen. While I'm drunk, I'll tell you the story in my stomach!"
Even if Shi Zhijian was short of money, he would not borrow money.
What's more, according to his current status, he can get a loan from the bank in minutes just by saying hello to the bank.
It's just that when he was chatting with Big Head just now, he knew that Big Head was worrying about the new book during this period, and even the hair on his head was almost scratched.
Shi Zhijian wanted to help him, but he knew that Big Head was very arrogant, so he was afraid that he would not accept it if he spoke directly. On the other hand, if he was helping him, then he would definitely succeed.
Sure enough, when Big Head heard that this might help Shi Zhijian, he immediately said: "Hey, great! I'll get the pen!"
Soon Big Head took paper and pen, and even moved the swivel chair he used to write on. He lit a cigarette and put it on the table to say goodbye as if he were worshiping a god. Then he put the cigarette in his mouth and looked at Shi Zhijian getting ready.
start.
Shi Zhijian thought about his memory, "The name of this book is "Sentimental Swordsman", also known as "Xiao Li Flying Knife", and the hero's name is Xiao Li Tanhua----Li Xunhuan!"
The big head held a cigarette in his mouth and started taking shorthand like crazy, for fear of missing a little bit.
Ni Jiang started to eat the duck leg crazily, fearing that the two guys would fight with him later.
