Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Why should we be sad about the end of spring? The shady summer trees are so pleasant.

The coastal city was bathed in the fine rain, washing away the hustle and bustle of the day and making the air pleasantly cool.

But Qin Yu, who was sitting at the computer desk looking through his resume, felt extremely upset. This was the Nth time he had been rejected for a job.

Closing the pen cap, Qin Yu tore up the page of paper with Lingxi Magazine printed on it in his notebook until the scraps of paper were blown all over the room. Only then did he sigh dejectedly.

In fact, if nothing unexpected happened today, he would definitely have been successful in his application, but things did not go as planned.

When he was planning to celebrate by having some skewers nearby after the interview, the Iraqi war-damaged Lamborghini under his crotch was hit by a G-Class.

That’s right, the surveillance blind spot is the corner under the shade of the trees.

The G-Class was swaying like a drunk and was heading straight towards his little Lamborghini.

Oh my god! Qin Yu, who had a scratched elbow, finally got up and knocked on the window to ask for an explanation.

The G-Class was parked steadily on the side of the road, ignoring him. After a violent shake, it casually stretched out a slender arm.

"Here, scan the QR code with your phone. Is seven thousand yuan enough?"

This handsome man didn't feel any guilt at all.

Wearing a green submariner on his wrist, he smokes a cigarette.

He even flicked the ash away leisurely, as if the injured Qin Yu had nothing to do with him.

"Seven thousand yuan? Are you kidding me? When I first bought my Lamborghini, it was..."

After a moment of hesitation, Qin Yu was ready to refuse sternly.

Unexpectedly, the man said calmly, "Ten thousand, hurry up, I'm in a bad mood today and don't want to get involved."

"Ten thousand!!!"

Qin was shocked. How could he obtain a

Ten thousand in compensation is already a lot.

"You seem to be in a bad mood. How about I smash my car to help you vent your anger? Will you give me another thousand?"

It’s different when you have money. Even flicking the ash from a cigarette can be so cool.

The man seemed a little shocked by Qin Yu's shamelessness. He was silent for a moment, then said with a sigh: "No need, I just put out the fire."

Although it was a bit of a pity, Qin Yu, who was in urgent need of money, was still very happy to accept the money earned from "selling her body".

If he takes the money and turns away, then everything will be fine.

What a pity, his damn curiosity.

I actually glanced inside intentionally or unintentionally.

The interior of the car was a bit messy, with handsome men and beautiful women. The woman was sweet and lovely, with her thick black hair tied with pink bows and torn black stockings on her legs, a typical example of a royal couple practicing dual cultivation.

The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and looked elegant and noble. At this moment, he was sipping his cigarette slowly, as if he was thinking about something.

"This, this is Ye Mingxuan, the editor-in-chief of the magazine. That woman seems to be a supporting actress in a recently popular TV series. Her name seems to be Xiao Xun'er!"

"Wow, so this is what is called cooling down the internal heat..."

Qin Yu's pupils contracted and he realized something was wrong, but he was still a step too late.

Ye Mingxuan frowned slightly, looked at Qin Yu who was holding a pile of job application materials, and when he saw the camera hanging around his neck, he said coldly: "Do you know me? Are you here to apply for a job at this magazine? Or are you a paparazzi..."

"I, I...how about you guess?"

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and did not answer.

Qin Yu fled quickly, not even caring about the scooter that had accompanied him for many years...

Qin Yu originally thought that Ye Mingxuan would not bother with him. After all, he was just a nobody, and even if he got to know some inside information, it would not have any actual impact.

But he underestimated Ye Mingxuan's desire for revenge and overestimated his broad-mindedness.

After so many days of careful preparation, in the end, it was no match for Ye Mingxuan's casual remark: "I don't think he is suitable."

The position that was originally secured has gone out of business again!

Qin Yu looked around the small room and sighed. His thoughts drifted away, and he stood up to make a cup of bitter coffee.

He also has live broadcasts in the evening. Although his popularity is low, he still has a few die-hard fans, and the money he can make is enough to buy lunch.

Thanks to flexible employment, he has been unemployed for a whole year since he graduated last year.

If he hadn't relied on his good looks to make some money from live streaming and writing novels to make a lot of money, he would have run back to his hometown in a small county and lived off his parents.

"No wonder the old man said that those who engage in literature are poor for three generations. Writing novels is a dead end. I type like a tiger on the keyboard, but I see that the profit is only 2 cents. Well, after I get this month's full attendance, I have to go to the palace to serve the emperor."

Taking a sip of coffee, Qin Yu opened the backend and looked at the meager profits, feeling extremely bitter.

Looking through the recent comments again, I feel a little sad.

"Brain-dead author, factory, screw, understand?"

"It's so well written. I had a cerebral thrombosis ten years ago, but after reading this book, I recovered from it and got a stroke."

"Whispering, hesitating, the rhythm is terrible, even wiping my butt is too hard."

After a quick glance, I heard a chorus of curses.

"Don't say that, the author is actually very hard-working and works hard every day..."

Oh, there is still a loyal reader here, Qin Yu felt encouraged.

However, when he unfolded it, his face instantly turned dark again.

"Don't say that, the author is actually very hard-working, he does his best to feed you shit every day, and he's afraid that you'll eat too much, so he adds poison into the shit! (*￣ro￣) Pick your nose"

Qin Yu did not complain about these comments, but liked them one by one and replied patiently: "Thank you for your support, I will continue to work harder!"

In his opinion, it was his fault if the writing was not to his taste, and it was normal for readers to be unhappy and complain.

But it doesn't make sense to escalate it to personal attacks on some individuals.

"Ding, ding!"

A message came and I clicked it to take a look.

It turned out to be a group chat of a happy family.

The avatar is "花开富贵" with willow trees floating around. @"柯基不是可基": "Why can't I understand the latest update today? Why did Liu Yeyan go to the Taikoo Xianzong?"

"Uh, this, I was stuck and didn't know how to write it..."

Qin Yu answered his mother with a look of shock on his face. He found it hard to understand because he had never told his family members that he almost had to kneel down to beg for food while writing the novel.

"Oh, if you can't write, just take a rest. Don't stay up late and skip breakfast. If you do that for a long time, your body will be damaged."

Qin Yu scrolled his mouse and turned to the chapter that had just been updated today. Sure enough, he saw a comment by "花开富贵" in the comments at the end of the chapter: "Come on, baby!"

My heart warmed and I didn't wait for his reply.

A comment from a user with the nickname "Eat Grapes Without Spitting Out the Skins" showed: "Auntie, to be honest, did your son eat too much bran when he was young and become like a stupid pig, or does your family have a tradition of feeding pigs?"

Bang! Qin Yu's face was as gloomy as water, and he punched the table hard.

There was a loud bang, and the glass full of coffee fell to the ground and shattered.

Without saying a word, Qin Yu bent down to pick up the broken glass in the corner that the broom could not reach.

If you are not careful, the sharp edges may cut your fingers.

His fingers are long and well-proportioned, but because he often types on the keyboard, they have some calluses, which is a flaw.

After throwing the glass fragments into the trash bin, Qin Yu went to the cramped bathroom to simply clean the wound.

The light was dim. Looking at his vaguely visible face in the mirror, a hint of sadness emerged in his narrow, almond-shaped eyes.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, your grandson is calling you!"

"Grandpa, Grandpa, your grandson is calling you!"

The rapid ringing of the cell phone woke Qin Yu from his trance, and the number displayed was an unknown number.

"Hello, is this Qin Yu?"

The voice on the other end sounded unusually lazy, or perhaps contemptuous.

"Well, are you Ye Mingxuan?"

Qin Yu had a rough guess in his mind and a look of expression on his face.

"Qin Yu, you are a smart person. My father is the vice president of the largest entertainment company in Binhai City. I believe you know what it means to keep your mouth shut. That camera..."

He still looks so superior, which is annoying.

"Sorry, I still have to do live broadcast work, I don't know what camera to use."

Qin Yu hung up the phone without listening to him continue.

The vicissitudes and helplessness of an adult made him tired, and he could only wet his face with water to stay awake.

By the time I calmed down, the night was already long.

After adjusting the camera, microphone and other equipment for live streaming, Qin Yu dressed up and started the live streaming with a smile on his face.

In a luxury villa in the suburbs of Binhai, Ye Mingxuan, whose call was hung up abruptly, had a serious expression on his face. He rubbed his brows and looked down at Qin Yu's resume.

After seeing the introduction of a Douyu musician in the experience column, a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.