disqualified lover

Chen knew best that his face must be extremely ugly. There were people coming and going in the lounge, so he got up and went to the bathroom.

He washed his face in the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, dusty, dilapidated and bleak, like a mouse living in the sewer.In fact, it's almost the same. As a man, he is someone else's gunner in his career, and he is someone else's plaything emotionally.

Became a shooter to those he hated, a plaything to those he fell in love with.

Chen Zui walked into the toilet cubicle and sat on the toilet lid, chewing and digesting his depression, frustration and overreaching.

Just as he packed up his mood and was about to go out, he heard someone coming in.

He Zhang's voice: "Damn! He invited me to dinner again, so annoying."

Song Zhaowen's voice: "Other people want to make an appointment but still can't. Such a good opportunity, what are you complaining about?"

"But I'm straight, you didn't see Lin... he looked at me with that kind of affectionate eyes, it makes people get goosebumps, okay?"

Song Zhaowen smiled "poof": "I know him well, and at most he is at the stage where he has a good impression of you. He and the handsome guy have the same eyes, so there is no need to be stressed. Besides, he will not force you to do anything. Much more reserved than those producers, you have nothing to lose."

"But……"

Song Zhaowen's voice became cold: "Do you still want him to recommend you to sing the theme song of his movie? Have you noticed how much your popularity has declined now?"

He Zhang stopped talking.

Song Zhaowen persuaded again: "Now Chen can't write songs. I don't know how long we can go on the road of music. I know you like to sing, and I will try my best to let you go further. But you have to give I have transformed myself and left a way out, and if I am next to him, I am afraid that the road of film and television will not be easy in the future? His father holds more than [-]% of the shares of Baohua Entertainment, and he does not want to play with a role like you Like."

"What the hell is going on with Chen Zui all this time?" He Zhang asked viciously.

Song Zhaowen said lightly: "Singer-songwriters all have their peak period, maybe his peak period came early and left early."

"If you can't write a song, let him get out of my eyes, I'm annoying him."

"This is not something you should consider. I have my plan."

While urinating, the two went out.Chen Zui was still in the cubicle, his fingers tightening his pants, his lips trembling with anger.He didn't even know whether the pent-up breath in his chest came from He Zhang's bad words to him, or because Lin Jianqing's affection for He Zhang was trampled down to nothing.

When thinking about it this way, Chen Zui felt that he was funny again. Does Lin Jianqing need him to fight against injustice?

Chen Zui watched Lin Jianqing and He Zhang leave together, and was called to the office by Song Zhaowen to put pressure on him.Although He Zhang has a bad temper, as long as he can bear his sarcasm, he will be much easier to deal with.And Song Zhaowen, an old fox, made people feel very tired.

Chen Zui really hated writing songs for He Zhang, but he didn't write because he was out of temper, but because he was really in a bad state recently.Maybe, as Song Zhaowen said, his peak has passed, his inspiration has dried up, and he can no longer write.

It was quite late when he came out of the company, and Chen was most depressed, so he called Mao Sui out for a drink.

At the Sichuan restaurant outside the community, Chen Zui happened to meet Mao Sui, and the two went in together. Chen Hao had already taken a seat, ordered food and wine, and waited for him.

Mao Sui glanced at the dishes on the table, and said "tsk tsk" twice: "It's all your brother's favorite food, little brat, do you pay attention to your brother Mao?"

Chen Hao looked up and smiled innocently: "I also ordered your favorite food, and it will be served in a while."

Mao Sui patted Chen Zui on the shoulder: "Your brother is really sweet, your son will definitely not be so filial in the future."

"Fuck you."

Chen Hao grinningly opened the beer bottle and poured him two drinks, and poured himself a glass when he was done.

Chen Zui immediately dragged the cup over, stared and said, "Why, are you courting death?"

"If I don't drink, I'll pour a glass of wine with you."

In the private room, Chen Zui and Mao Sui held a cigarette in one hand and a wine glass in the other. They came and went for several rounds, and the two of them drank very happily.

After drinking for a while, Chen Zuicai said, "Brother Mao, I can't write any songs recently."

"That's not very normal."

Chen Zui said in frustration: "Do you think I won't be able to create in the future?"

"How is it possible? Pregnancy is like pregnancy. Whether it's visible or not, it's in your belly. You're still young, so you're not afraid you won't be able to give birth." Mao Sui said, patting Chen Zui's belly.

Chen Zui opened his hand and scolded with a smile: "Fuck you."

"Ah Zui, let me be honest, if you hadn't been a shooter for someone these years, you would have been fucking angry. How many years is your contract expiring?"

"Less than a year."

"Well, when the time comes, I'll introduce you to a producer, so there's still time for us to start over."

Chen Zui filled Mao Sui's glass of wine: "Maomao...forget it."

Mao Sui gulped it down: "That producer is not very famous. Hey, by the way, yours, that's the only one. He should have many good ways, so it's right to ask him to help you. After all, you... ..."

Chen Zui kicked him under the table and signaled with his eyes that Chen Hao was still beside him.

Mao Sui quickly shut his mouth and glanced at Chen Hao. The child was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, not paying attention to their conversation at all, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Zui pulled out Chen Hao's phone and put it upside down on the table: "What kind of phone are you playing with while eating? Go back to rest early after eating."

"Well, brother, drink less. I'm going home first. When will you be back?"

Mao Sui said, "I have a new batch of guitars in my store, so I can lend you my brother to tune them for me."

"Borrow it, remember to return it early."

After Chen Hao left, there was no taboo between Chen Zui and Mao Sui when they talked.Mao Sui once again suggested that Chen Zui tell Lin Jianqing that this kind of big shot, needless to say, must know a lot of excellent producers, record company bosses, and so on. hand thing.

But Chen most didn't think so. He knew Lin Jianqing and their pure relationship. Lin Jianqing didn't owe him anything. It was really unknown whether he would help with this favor.

Mao Sui didn't take it seriously: "Don't blame me for being straightforward. No matter whether you are trading or not, after sleeping together for two years, you still have some feelings. Humans are emotional animals. Besides, don't you often say that he treats you well?" OK."

Chen Zui just responded in a low voice, and only said that we will talk about it when the time comes.

Of course, if Lin Jianqing was willing to help him, it would save a lot of time.He has wasted five years as a dowry for others, and there is always a feeling that time is not waiting for him.

Chen is most fortunate that he still has a friend like Mao Sui, who does not make moral judgments on his actions, but is willing to listen to him talk about his distress and give him advice.Sometimes Chen Zui felt that if there was no Mao Sui, he might suffocate himself to death.

But he didn't tell Mao Sui that he liked Lin Jianqing, he couldn't say it.

When Chen Hao got home, he closed the door and sent a voice message: Don't fucking send messages, I'm home, turn on the computer right away.

Chen Hao turned on the computer and logged on to QQ, the penguin head flashed non-stop, and dozens of messages popped up as soon as he opened it, and there was also a voice request.

Chen Hao took it bravely, and the rough voice of the elder brother on the other side made the stereo tremble: "Talk to me like that, are you looking for a cut? I will send you money, but I still have to beg you? What a dick."

Chen Hao closed his eyes speechlessly: "Brother Qiang, can I make a mistake? I just had dinner with my brother, and he told me not to play with my phone."

"Then you make a sound, and you suddenly disappeared. I fucking thought you were hit by a car when you crossed the road."

"I really want to be hit by a car. Seriously, I can't afford that much money now, and my brother won't let me go to work."

There was silence for a while: "The cost is six and you are four, and the profit is half and half. You can't even pay? I don't think you are a patient and you are young. I heard you say so pitifully, Mr. Ghost is doing this loss-making business. I saw that batch of mining trucks, they are probably new and very cheap, and you can earn [-] to [-]% by selling second-hand."

Chen Hao said helplessly: "Brother Qiang, I really can't afford it. Otherwise, you pay the cost? You get more money for the sale."

"Why didn't I realize that you can think so well. Forget it, let's not talk, I'm looking for someone else."

"If you find someone else, I won't sell it for you. You have to find someone who understands this. How troublesome."

So silent for a while: "Little brat, you fucking threatened me."

"Brother Qiang, why don't you worry about it. I want to make money to speculate in virtual currency. I have made a lot of money. I have no money, so I can only watch others make money."

"Is it really that profitable?"

"You search for 'Bitcoin' online, and you'll find out by looking at the market. The price is one a day. If you want to play, I'll take you with you." Chen Hao knew that he had thrown out the bait, and Zhang Qiang would definitely find a way for him .

Zhang Qiang is not short of money, he opened an online shop for computer accessories, and also does some miscellaneous businesses, which is quite ample.But, sick people are very insecure, and they like to make money very much, even if the money they earn may not be spent at all.

Chen Hao also wants to make a lot of money. He may be dead, but Chen Zui can live for a long time.

Sure enough, Zhang Qiang hesitated for a long time and said, "Recently, a few college students approached me and asked me to help them change their scores. They just wanted a passing grade. One subject costs 50 yuan. What are you doing?"

Chen Hao thought for a while and asked, "Are there only a few?"

"Three to five hundred, from a junior college. They said that the make-up exam is also for the school to make money."

"I won't do it, but I can sell you a small software, which can crack the system with one click and change the score with one click, saving you the trouble of trying to crack it next to each other." Chen Hao himself would not do such illegal activities by himself. matter.

"how much is it?"

"1 yuan, I developed it specially for you, it is already very cheap, and it can be reused, isn't it very cost-effective."

"Chen Hao, you can do it. The group owner introduced you to me, saying that you are a simple and honest child. Fucking fart, I didn't realize that you have more heart than briquettes, and you are cheating me. .”

"Brother Qiang, just take it as a good deed. My parents are gone, and I only have one brother. Help me, he will be my second brother. If I have money, I will take you with me when I speculate in coins. You make money, and I will repay you..."

"Okay, okay, who the hell is your brother, I will lose if you don't cheat me if you treat me like a brother. The software will be given to me within a week, and I will advance the batch of mining cards for you first. It's June Fourth, help me I sell it, and the profit is fifty-five."

[The author has something to say]: Apart from being a little angel in front of his brother, Xiao Hao is always a devil233