Goddaughter CEO fishes for Qin Xun and Xia Ning

"Afterlife?"

The person on the other end of the phone probably didn't hear Qin Xun's reply, so he shouted again.

The voice became softer, completely losing its previous arrogance.

When Qin Xun heard the exchange of grudges and grudges from the eldest brother, he leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, and let out a soft "hmm" in his nose.

Zheng Mingquan's voice was heard immediately coming from the mobile phone.

"When will your inspiration be realized and turned into a mature script?"

"If three days are not enough, I can give you three months."

"Three months is not enough, I can give you three years!"

"I can wait!"

Qin Xun put his legs on the table, leaned back and half-lyed, and spoke with a strong local accent.

"Biao Guo, my thoughts just now were like a fountain, and my thoughts were like diarrhea."

"But after being scolded, my brain is a little confused now!"

"It's hard to say when this script... will be implemented!"

The voice just fell.

Qin Xun saw the people in the live broadcast room yelling at each other.

"Oh, damn, you crossed your legs and pretended!"

"Is this your attitude towards the top brother on the list? He has given you hundreds of thousands of gifts!"

"This is your attitude towards Biao Guo. Blood is thicker than water, Biao!"

"'Thank you mom, read the comments.' Brother, I have breasts and legs, I'm sexy, and I'm obedient. I start a live broadcast, and you give me rewards. I have a good attitude! I kneel down to receive the God of Wealth!"

"Does anyone know what script they just discussed? How did they bring the top brother to climax?"

"What kind of climax script is it? R-rated?"

……

Qin Xun watched the following message reminders pop up on his phone. He knew that many netizens were aroused and now slowly accumulated a fan base of live broadcasts of catching rapes.

suddenly.

He heard a heavy breathing on the other end of the phone, followed by a cough.

Zheng Mingquan's awkward voice sounded.

"Well...um...it was me...who spoke a little harshly just now."

"I'll give you another 100 carnivals."

"Okay?"

The audience in the live broadcast room went crazy.

"???"

"!!!"

"What the hell, what's going on?"

"Sexy gangster, robbing someone online?"

"How much does 100 carnivals cost? Don't tell me it's 30. I can't stand it!"

"I can't stand it at all!"

"Anchor, give me some, give me some!"

"Heartily envious!"

"Biao Guo, Biao Guo, I am also your long-lost cousin!"

"What do you mean by 'Okay'? How come the big brother on the list is doting on this strange masked anchor like he is doting on his little wife?"

……

Qin Xun felt relieved as he watched the special effects of the carnival in the live broadcast room appear one after another.

I swiped 220 carnival cards back and forth, totaling 66, and got 33, which was just enough to go to a health club to redeem my card.

And he also got an apology from a big boss with a net worth of perhaps over 100 billion.

Today is such a wonderful day!

Qin Xun stopped inking, pointed three fingers at the camera, and said.

"Biao Guo, three days!"

"I'll submit the manuscript in three days."

Zheng Mingquan's somewhat happy voice came from the mobile phone.

"Okay, then come on!"

"I will come into the live broadcast room from time to time in the past three days to supervise you, urge you, and encourage you!"

"Hurry up and write!"

Qin Xun smiled slightly, picked up his mobile phone and spoke to the camera and thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room in Mandarin with a strong accent.

"Brothers, brothers!"

"The lost little book boy writes a script online."

"Let's go find inspiration now!"

Immediately afterwards, he heard Zheng Mingquan's somewhat dissatisfied voice coming from the mobile phone.

"Hey, what inspiration are you looking for?"

"Do you have to go out on this hot day?"

“Can’t you listen to music and watch movies in the office for inspiration?”

Qin Xun shook his head and said.

"No way, watch pot!"

He directly hung up the microphone, took out a mobile phone holder from the drawer, installed the mobile phone on it, held the holder high and walked out, shouting happily.

"Cousin, I'm here!"

……

Beijing.

Villa living room.

Zheng Mingquan watched Qin Xun interact with netizens all the way in the live broadcast room. After leaving the office and the office building, he actually went to the roadside to buy a shared electric vehicle.

Qin Xun's voice came out.

"Brothers, art comes from life, but it is higher than life. Now I am going to deliver food!"

Immediately afterwards, the screen shook.

Qin Xun seemed to be operating a mobile phone.

A "ding dong" sound sounded.

In the live broadcast room.

Qin Xun said excitedly.

"Come and live, brothers!"

"I grabbed an order to deliver abalone rice to Haishengmingyuan."

"You are blessed!"

"Haisheng Mingyuan is a famous mistress concentration camp here, and all the girls are so lively!"

"There are often first wives who come to beat the mistress, pull her hair, tear her clothes, and throw away her bra. That scene, eh~~"

"I don't dare to think about it, I don't dare to think about it!"

"Shag, shag!"

Zheng Mingquan was stunned when he saw Qin Xun riding a shared electric scooter during the live broadcast, humming a tune and going to pick up food.

The comments in the live broadcast room were also confused.

"what's the situation?"

"I thought you were joking, are you serious?"

“Can you make back your money by riding a shared bicycle to deliver food?”

"Brother No. 1 on the list gave you so much money and asked you to write a good script. Is this how you fish?"

"Are you worthy of 'thank you mom' brother?"

"I think you took this order just because you wanted to watch a woman tear off her clothes!"

"You're mean!"

……

Zheng Mingquan's hands shook with anger, he turned off the live broadcast room and looked at Liu Gang across the coffee table.

I found that he still looked calm and relaxed, and I couldn't help but feel angry.

"Liu Gang, you just don't care about your niece's boyfriend?"

"I gave him a deposit of 200 million and gave him hundreds of thousands of gifts as a live broadcast to deliver abalone and rice to the mistress?"

But I saw Liu Gang smiled softly, and said without being anxious at all.

"If you say three days, it will be three days."

"What are you in a hurry for?"

"What talented young man doesn't have a bit of a quirky temper?"

Zheng Mingquan pondered, constantly comforting himself.

Li Bai loves wine, Ji Xiaolan is lustful, Wang Anshi is sloppy, and I, Zheng, am also obsessed with science fiction novels and science fiction movies.

People with great talents throughout the ages have more or less eccentricities.

Just fuck it!

Out of sight is out of mind. When he fails to hand over the manuscript in three days, I will talk to him carefully!

……

That afternoon.

After Zheng Mingquan finished his work, he couldn't help but open Douyin, searched for Qin Xun's ID, and found that he was actually still live broadcasting.

The title is still "The Lost Little Book Boy, Writing a Script Online".

But the scene in the live broadcast room is eye-catching.

in the screen.

Only Qin Xun's two hands could be seen driving a shared electric vehicle slowly, and his voice with a strong local accent came.

"Ho ho ho—"

"We just started work in the afternoon and sent to Haishengming Garden. Now it's nap time."

"Brothers, let me tell you."

"At this time, women in this neighborhood are usually wearing pajamas, and it's a vacuum!"

"Blissful!"

"It's interesting to see again, hahahaha!"

……

Zheng Mingquan's face turned cold, and he felt that his lungs were about to explode.

Is this called finding inspiration?

We are writing a science fiction movie script, not a third-level movie script. What inspiration can we get from watching women without underwear?

If you have to look at women’s breasts to get inspiration, I can find a bunch of supermodels for you!