Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

In the evening Liao Chu came to pick up Guoguo.

Liu Xi had already set up a gazing posture by the side, and when he saw him coming, she waved again and again, "This way, this way!"

After his careful calculations for two consecutive days, he could see the cubs gushing out from this angle for the first time.

And the children's line of sight will not be blocked, and they can see their parents smoothly.

The key is, near!

It's inconvenient to refuse the good intentions, so Liao Chu had no choice but to walk over, "How do you know the child's sight?"

Liu Xi couldn't hide her pride and said, "I've squatted and seen this area!"

Mimics a child's perspective and height!

Hi, I'm a really good dad.

Liao Chu: "..."

No need!

Parents are still quite worried when the children have just entered the kindergarten. Generally, they are not in a hurry to leave after receiving the children, and they will simply ask the teacher to understand the situation.

Liao Chu talked to Yu Yu as usual.

"Both Guoguo and Qianqian performed very well today," Yu Yu said with a smile, "Especially Guoguo, who took the initiative to distribute cookies to other children."

In the innocent hearts of children, delicious food is a treasure!

How amazing it is for a child to take the initiative to share his favorite food with others.

Sure enough, Liao Chu reconfirmed the source of today's 60 satisfaction points.

"It's amazing." He praised earnestly.

Guoguo was a little proud and a little embarrassed, "Later, they also shared it with me."

Yu Yu nodded with a gentle tone, "So, isn't sharing a special thing? Look, you brought biscuits, Qianqian brought pudding, and other children brought candies, chocolates, etc. If everyone doesn't If you share, everyone can only eat one kind, but now, the children who participate in the sharing can eat many kinds at once, right?"

The little girl listened carefully, her eyes sparkling, "Yes~"

Teacher Yuyu is so smart!

Liao Chu's heart moved slightly, "You really know how to teach children."

He only thought it was rare for a child to do this, but he didn't take the opportunity to teach the child the awareness of growth.

I'm afraid this is the difference between professionals and laymen?

"Uncle Guoguo, right?"

Just as he was talking, someone called Liao Chu from behind.

He looked back and saw a young mother holding a little boy with his hair combed back.

If adults do this kind of hairstyle, it is easy to feel greasy, but children are naturally pure, they will only look cute, and they are a little naive like adults.

He happened to be wearing this Chinese school uniform again, just like the young master of a wealthy family in the Republic of China.

The kid is very energetic, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he has the prototype of a handsome guy at a young age.

He took the initiative to greet Guoguo, "Hello, Guoguo."

Guoguo said, "How are you, Jiaming?"

The social interaction between the children is serious and cute.

Liao Chu asked the other party, "Is Jiaming's mother right? What do you want from me?"

Jiaming's mother felt a little embarrassed, and touched the back of her son's head and said, "Today this child ate your Guoguo biscuits."

Liao Chu said: "It's nothing, we Guoguo also ate your chocolate."

Jiaming's mother was secretly relieved when she saw that although he was cruel and unkind, he seemed to have a good temper.

"Well, I heard that you are a chef, so I just want to ask, do you sell this shortbread?"

She came to pick up her son just now, but the first thing he said was, "Guoguo's biscuits are delicious."

Jiaming's mother was a bit appreciative at the time.

Both she and her husband are in business, and they also have an income of 300 million yuan a year. Asking themselves how much they care about their children, they have searched all kinds of snacks at home and abroad in the past two years, and I have never seen him like it so much.

Liao Chu was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously looked down at Guoguo.

Hmm... this little guy, this is advertising for himself.

Before he could speak, several parents came over one after another.

Some of those who participated in the snack sharing operation today heard about it, but those who didn’t eat it were really eager anyway.

Everyone expressed the same wishes:

want to buy!

The doll is in the stage of ravenous appetite, that piece is not enough!

Anyway, the gold-lettered signboard of the former executive chef of Old Taste Restaurant is here, and it is directly made for my niece, so the nutrition and quality must be guaranteed.

Wouldn't it be more convenient and reassuring to buy from him than to search outside?

Today, Liao Chu packed Guoguo with four shortbreads in a bag, two each with salt, pepper, and milk fragrance. Even if they were sold formally, they didn't cost much.

He thought for a while, "It's just a few pieces of shortbread. I'll make more tomorrow and give it to the children."

"Hey, that can't be done," Jiaming's mother said, "one size is one size, this time twice is okay, but one year or two years, is it still a waste of money? Even if you don't care, we will feel sorry for it."

Liu Xi also said: "That's right, how much is the right amount? There are only six or seven of us. If anyone has relatives or friends, which family doesn't have children? At that time, they will need more. If you disclose the price publicly, we dare to buy it with confidence."

Other parents chimed in.

The children who can enter Qingye Kindergarten are generally from a good family background, and they may spend hundreds of thousands of dollars every year just to cultivate their children's hobbies, and no one is far behind.

Just as Liao Chu agreed, Jiaming's mother quickly took out her phone, "It's not good for us to discuss this private matter in a large group, and it would be too troublesome to find Uncle Guoguo alone. So, let me form a group!"

So 1 minute later, Liao Chu was pulled into a WeChat group called "Little Biscuit Purchase".

this name...

Some parents laughed at that time.

Jiaming's mother also laughed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my husband and I are both engaged in foreign trade, and we don't have much artistic talent."

Everyone laughed, "It's pretty good, it's clear at a glance."

On the way back, Jia Ming communicated with her mother in a serious manner.

"...a gentleman can't be greedy."

It's not good for my mother to say in front of Guoguo and Teacher Yuyu that I want to eat shortbread.

Jia Ming's mother was looking down at the report, and the driver in front of her was driving. She laughed when she heard this.

"Oh, my son knows how to be shy. He has really grown up."

Jia Ming blushed, a little anxious, "It's true."

Jiaming's mother laughed, and couldn't help poking his soft cheek, "Okay, little gentleman who eats milk and crispy pancakes, my mother shouldn't do this. In fact, my mother also wants to try it."

She and her husband are only in their 20s, who is not a baby yet?

After hearing this, the kid felt relieved.

Wow, it turns out that my mother is as greedy as I am.

He whispered, "It's really delicious..."

After a pause, he begged again: "Then, why don't you buy a few more, and give them to Dad as well."

Liao Chu simply accepted an order of 140 shortbreads, half and half of the two flavors.

Tsk, this amount is definitely not just for children.

It sounds like there are a lot of them, but for him, shortbread is not difficult to make.

As long as you master the ratio of ingredients and the heat, the large oven on the upper, middle and lower floors can bake nearly 200 pieces at a time.

This is good:

When sending Guoguo to school tomorrow, I handed in the 140-piece list, and Guoguo and Qianqian each brought another pack of four pieces as usual.

The rest will be sold in the store.

On the way to the parking lot, Guoguo bouncingly held Liao Chu's hand, raised her face and asked, "Uncle, isn't Guoguo a great kid?"

Teacher Yuyu praised me, and rewarded me with a little red flower today.

Liao Chu carried her to the safety seat, nodded while fastening the straps, "Yes, Guoguo is very good."

Adults sometimes protect food, it's really hard for this little guy.

Guoguo was very happy, her eyes were shining, she covered her little face and giggled for a long time.

My uncle also praised me.

I'm awesome!

Just as Liao Chu was about to start the car, Guoguo rummaged through the schoolbag, and finally took out a small round cloth bag.

The little girl clenched her little hands tightly, and said mysteriously: "Uncle, I left something delicious for you!"

delicious?

Liao Chu was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and took it.

The cloth was wrapped carefully, and after removing the handkerchief, there were six or seven layers of paper towels inside, and the last two layers were soaked through with grease.

He shook lightly, and a long and narrow thing rolled into his palm.

It was a piece of chicken wing, an unrecognizable chicken wing.

"The chicken wings at noon today are delicious," Guoguo said happily. "Each child has two, one for me and one for uncle."

While the teacher was not paying attention, she secretly hid it in her pocket!

The little girl said happily, and when her eyes fell on the chicken wings, she was dumbfounded:

After repeated kneading and extrusion, the original golden chicken wings had many cracks on the surface, and the skin and meat were broken a lot. It looked particularly miserable...

The kid cried out, "The chicken wings are broken!"

She specially saved chicken wings for her uncle!

In fact, because of the hot weather at noon, the chicken wings were not only broken, but also a little rancid.

But Liao Chu's heart was completely soft.

"It's okay, it's still edible."

Guoguo also vaguely smelled a strange smell, sobbing, "It's broken, you can't eat it, you'll have diarrhea, woohoo..."

My mother used to be sick, and she was often hungry alone, so she would eat this kind of weird-tasting leftovers, and then she would feel very uncomfortable.

She didn't want her uncle to get sick too.

The injection hurts.

The little girl was crying so hard that she was out of breath, Liao Chu felt distressed and funny at the same time, so he simply got out of the car and took her out of the safety seat to comfort her.

"Don't cry, Guoguo is thinking about Uncle, Uncle is very happy."

"But," Guoguo raised her head, big tears rolled down her cheeks, she looked at the miserable-shaped chicken wings, and felt a burst of sadness, "But the chicken wings are dead!"

Literally, it died before it was served.

But Liao Chu couldn't bear to hit the child's fragile heart again, "It's okay, let's pay attention next time, okay? Uncle also eats outside, and if Guoguo is full, uncle won't worry, okay?"

Guoguo pouted her mouth high, tried to hold back her tears, and nodded her head.

"it is good."

Liao Chu wiped her face, "Then hug uncle?"

The soft arms immediately hugged his neck vigorously, and occasionally tears flowed down and wet his collar.

Because of the unexpected death of the chicken wings, on the way back, Guoguo was very depressed and mourned while hugging the handkerchief that smelled like chicken wings.

Most of the car was filled with a salty and bitter smell of sadness.

Liao Chu had no choice but to find a way to distract her, "What did you do in the kindergarten today?"

Guoguo raised her head, her eyes were red, "Mr. Yuyu taught us to sing."

After finishing speaking, there was another loud sob.

"What song are you singing?"

Guoguo swallowed her saliva, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and adjusted her breathing, "Twinkle~ twinkle~ sparkling, the sky is full of~ little stars..."

Liao Chu: "..."

Not that it sounds bad.

In fact, the little girl's milk cavity is crispy and tender, which fits perfectly with the innocence in this song, but...

Guoguo, who has not yet fully come out of the sadness, is full of desolation between the lines, occasionally singing a few words, and even sobbing, the whole looks very miserable.

It looks like a little cabbage who is forced to perform on the street.

Liao Chu squeezed the space between his brows and interrupted abruptly, "Is Guoguo thirsty?"

"Thirsty." The child nodded honestly, and immediately opened the little dinosaur water bottle to drink.

The gurgling sound of drinking water replaced the desolate song.

Liao Chu breathed a sigh of relief.

Guoguo herself didn't seem to want to sing, so she wiped her mouth after drinking, "Uncle!"

Liao Chu put on a vigilant gesture, "Huh?"

Don't sing any more.

Changing the topic twice in a row made Guoguo temporarily forget about the chicken wing tragedy. She shook her feet and asked, "Do you know why the stars shine?"

Liao Chu breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Why?"

Explaining knowledge to adults is undoubtedly a very fulfilling thing, Guoguo immediately regained his spirits, "Actually, the stars don't shine, but they borrow the light from the sun!"

The little girl immediately asked again: "Then uncle, do you know why the stars blink?"

"why?"

"This question is so difficult." Guoguo shook her head and said.

Liao Chu laughed.

This little thing has learned how to play tricks.

All the facial features of the little girl's face were working hard, trying to open her arms, and drew a few big circles.

"There are many, many stars outside the place where we live, and the stars are far away from each other, and Father Sun and Sister Moon are also far away from them." At this point, the little girl scratched her face and thought for a while, and then continued, "But, but oh, um, sister Xingxing and Moon will borrow light from Grandpa Sun! But because the road is so far away, there is a lot of energy in the middle!"

So angry?

What it is?

Liao Chu pondered for a while, and asked tentatively, "Atmospheric?"

Guoguo nodded like pecking rice, "Uncle, you are amazing! It's that big, big air, some places are very thick, some places are very thin, and the light is crowded, so we keep blinking when we see it. !"

During the narration, the little girl's small hands moved accordingly, as if there was really light squeezing around.

Then at the end of the talk, two small tender hands were placed next to the eyes, opening and closing like an octopus, as if the stars were really blinking.

Liao Chu was a little surprised.

"Is this what the teacher taught?"

Guoguo nodded, "Yes, Teacher Yuyu taught it."

Liao Chu said: "It's really amazing."

Guoguo happily nodded, "Yes, Mr. Yuyu is amazing!"

Liao Chu really felt great.

Because strictly speaking, these are relatively formal astronomical knowledge, which is rather boring in essence. If it is taught in a rigid manner, even adults may not like to learn it.

But Yu Yu was able to introduce it through a nursery rhyme, and then used various cute metaphors. The children were interested and naturally remembered it.

In the hearts of the children, this is like a fairy tale:

What is astronomical knowledge, we don't understand.

But Teacher Yuyu is telling stories about the stars and their homes, how amazing!

Liao Chu became more and more interested in that teacher named Yu Yu.

"What else did the teacher teach?"

Guoguo said: "The teacher said that adults and children on the earth need air, and the stars also need air, but their air is so big, um...atmosphere! Their air is different from ours, and we will hold it back in the past. living!"

The little girl covered her mouth, as if she would hold back any moment.

"Then why is our air different?" Liao Chuming asked knowingly.

As Ji Peng said before, if you want others to understand you, you must first understand yourself.

Parents asking repeatedly in this way can help children strengthen their memory.

Guoguo thought for a while, "The teacher said there is something strange in the air, with it, we can breathe.

Air is very important! "

In order to strengthen her tone, the little girl nodded with a serious face.

Liao Chu burst out laughing, and suddenly felt that the fatigue of the past few days had disappeared.

So cute.

With this little thing around, even if he was playing with his life, he still had to work hard to survive.

Guoguo also held her face and giggled.

After a while, the red light at the intersection turned on, and the little girl made a grabbing movement, and then stretched her clenched fist all the way to Liao Chu's side.

"Ok?"

Liao Chu was puzzled, what is this doing?

"Teacher Yuyu said that air is the most important thing." The little girl's eyes are big and bright, like stars falling into the world, "so I gave it to my favorite uncle."

It seemed that a whole set of gorgeous fireworks exploded in Liao Chu's mind, and then turned into nectar, nourishing his heart that had been tortured for more than 20 years.

Tong Yan and Tong Yu slammed a straight ball, which shocked people's hearts.

His eye sockets suddenly felt a little swollen, and his nasal cavity was also sour.

"Thank you Guoguo, uncle accepted."

Before the green light turned on again, he put his hands together, solemnly accepting the child's heart.

********

The autumn sun in the north is definitely one of the most dedicated things in the world, and it can fade people's skin.

But after all, it has already entered September. As soon as the mountain falls, the coolness that has been dormant for a day returns to the earth, which makes people feel refreshed and at the same time unconsciously sigh:

"Hey, it's another summer!"

On the way back, the sky suddenly became gloomy.

When we got back to Liao Kee restaurant, it started to drizzle.

The loneliness and coldness unique to autumn is coming.

When Uncle Song came in, he shrank his neck, "This damn weather, it's cold even if it's cold."

Old arms and legs like theirs can't stand the cold, and when it rains on a cloudy day, it will itch and hurt from the cracks in the bones.

In two days, I have to wear long johns.

Mr. Li put away the umbrella and shook the water outside the door, "Boss, what are you eating today?"

The number of times I come here is more, everyone is like a family, and I am most looking forward to ordering for dinner.

Liao Chu looked at the fresh ingredients in the back kitchen, then looked at the continuous drizzle outside, and quickly finalized the menu, "Let's have hot pot."

It was originally intended to be fried, but there was a hairy blood in the middle.

But now it seems... On a rainy day, what is more suitable than hot pot?

Looking at the 5000-year-old food culture in China, there are countless subtleties; but in terms of publicity, hot pot is second, and no one dares to be the first.

It's like a passionate and domineering girl, an anomaly:

"Hmph, since you're on my territory, you're mine."

The soup, which was tumbling from beginning to end, was bubbling and bubbling, sparing no effort to urge out the strong aroma.

Dyeing the diners' hair, fuming everyone's clothes, and even the exposed skin, it also brought a billowing aroma, as if it had become a delicacy.

Anyway, I have to give you some marks.

You say it's rough?

Indeed, no matter meat or vegetable, anything can be thrown in for a quick rinse.

Can you say it is meticulous?Also really meticulous.

Hairy belly, yellow throat, duck intestines, etc., want to eat?It's not that easy!

Up and down, you have to obey the rules.

Wait until you hold your breath and bring it out, roll it into the dipping saucer, throw it into your mouth, and chew it.

Fresh, crispy, soft and smooth...

In that instant, all the previous patience was rewarded.

best return.

Liao Kee Restaurant offers four kinds of pot bases:

Bone broth, spicy, mushroom, and tomato pot.

You can always choose what you like.

Northerners like to eat hot pot with sesame sauce dishes, most southerners prefer oil dishes, and some prefer dry dishes, and so on.

But what are you afraid of?Come here, why not try it all!

The sesame sauce is mellow and rich, the oil dish is delicate and smooth, and the red dry dish is like a hot girl, like a good man, hearty and sincere, without any concealment, just coming straight.

When the mouth is numb, the tongue is numb, and the head is sweating profusely, have another glass of iced drink.

Whether it is self-brewed fruit wine, sea salt lemon drink, sweet-scented osmanthus sour plum soup, after a few sips, it is like an ice front bursting out in the hot summer, rampaging and invincible.

What numbness, heat, all gone.

The dense heat blurs the faces of every diner, and each dining table is an independent small world. When you are full and drink enough, you are not in a hurry to leave. complaints...

Eat and drink enough, and continue working tomorrow.

Boss Ji came back from a business trip and brought his family over for dinner after a long absence. After being full for three minutes, he finally couldn't help but say something from the bottom of his heart, "Boss, your store is too small."

In fact, a store of 100 square meters is really not too small, but it cannot stand up to the shopkeeper's good craftsmanship. In just a few dozen days, the store has developed from a new store to a full-seat shop today.

Sometimes you come late and you have to wait for a seat.

All the diners echoed.

Liao Chu just hummed.

He is already looking for a house.

In the past, I was only myself, no matter what.

It's just a weed, where can't it take root?

But now it's different.

He raised a child, and life gradually had hope, and every day was different.

It's as if a touch of bright color suddenly appeared on the black and white curtain, making people jump for joy unconsciously.

He wants to make a nest.

As the capital city of Qingjiang, like other large cities, property purchases are restricted.

However, there are also special talent introduction plans, one of which is for those who have won gold medals in large-scale competitions at the national level and above, and have long-term development plans in Qingjiang City, the policy can be appropriately relaxed.

Liao Chu once won an international culinary gold medal and was No.1 in a top national culinary competition, so he is eligible.

He has already handed in the materials, and there will be results a year ago.

The neighborhood next door is good. The owners are generally of high quality, and it is also close to restaurants. Buying a house there can be a good balance between life and work.

When I and Guoguo move away, there will be another ten or twenty tables on the second floor, and the two vacant rooms can be used as boxes to accommodate more customers and meet everyone's different needs.

Speaking of which, I should recruit two more helpers...

Since you can live a long life, then, earn more money.

Raising cubs is really expensive.

Bai He didn't like talking to strangers very much, so he came late.

When he and Huang Lie came in, there were only a dozen regular customers left in the store.

Some asked for tea, some asked for wine, and some held cups of boiling water, chatting and laughing, calming down their bodies and minds after a hard day.

As soon as the restaurant door was pushed open, the strong aroma of hot pot rushed over, and Huang Lie burst open on the spot.

Liao Chu looked at his new gray high-tailored suit, his eyes rolling with jokes.

Let you flirt again.

Bai He tilted his head to look, "You don't want to eat?"

Huang Lie gritted his teeth and nodded, "Eat."

Then he walked in with a look of death on his face.

The two asked for bone soup and spicy mandarin duck pot.

While waiting for the food to be served, Huang Lie habitually glanced around, and when his eyes fell on the faces of a few of the diners, he subconsciously said "hmm".

Bai He: "What's wrong?"

Huang Lie smiled and shook his head, "It's okay."

Unexpectedly, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers here.

Over there, Guoguo is practicing Erhu with Uncle Song.

After a few days of training, she gradually grasped the essentials, and the erhu sound flowing from her hands has gradually lost its harshness, which can only be said to be not very pleasant.

Uncle Song found a simple etude for the children to follow.

In traditional Chinese music, there are only five notes of "Gongshangjiao Zhengyu". Guoguo followed it several times carefully. Although the notes were not accurate, the sense of rhythm gradually improved.

Uncle Song took a sip of wine happily, and said to Liao Chu: "This kid has talent, a natural sense of rhythm!"

Everything in this world requires talent, especially art.

Skills can be honed later, but a natural sensitivity to art cannot be replaced.

People with mediocre talents may reach a higher level through hard training, but those who really stand at the top of the pyramid are definitely those who are both talented and willing to work hard.

Liao Chu heaved a sigh of relief, and served the old man a plate of boiled peanuts and a glass of mulberry wine, "You taught me well."

After saying this, he was stunned.

He would never have been so attentive before.

It seems that since I brought myself into the role of a child's parent and watched the parenting group by the way, many things have come to fruition.

Huang Lie raised his glass to Uncle Song, "Are you Mr. Song Guanchao?"

He looked at Old Man Li opposite him again, "You are Mr. Li Qinghai, Mr. Li."

The two old men looked at each other, "You are?"

Huang Lie smiled, "I'm a headhunter, I've seen Er Lao's performance before, it's really good."

In the past few years, the country has been greatly impacted by the international community, and Western musical instruments have come to the fore, knocking down many folk music organizations within a few years.

Although the situation improved later, the band that had collapsed never came back.

At that time, there were only a few folk orchestras that stood still. Huang Lie had watched it with his father a few times, so he was impressed.

The two old men couldn't hide their relief, "Thank you."

It's not easy, the two old guys who play folk music can still be recognized by others.

"I don't know where the two old men are now?"

As soon as these words came out, Liao Chu and Bai He looked over together:

This guy committed an occupational disease again...

Uncle Song waved his hand, "How old are you? If you are still tall, you will be low. Retire!"

Huang Lie said: "You are humble. Seeing that the two elders are hale and hearty, it will not be a problem to fight on the front line of art for another 20 years. I know that there are several universities and orchestras that want to recruit such respected old artists like the two. No intention to fight in the arena again?"

white crane:"……"

Behold, here it comes!

Liao Chu: "..."

Digging on my niece's music teacher?

The two old men, you look at me, I look at you, suddenly smiled.

"No, boy, it's fine here."

Old man Song pointed to Guoguo who was full of ignorance, "I can also educate people here."

Tired for a lifetime, it's time to take a break.

Now they are not short of money, not famous, just want to eat and drink, and spend their old age in peace.

As for teaching and educating people, recruiting students also depends on fate.

He felt that his destiny in his later years was the little girl in front of him.

Huang Lie nodded, and looked at Zhizhi without stalking him.

Zhizhi shook his hand and almost missed the duck intestines: "...I don't understand music."

Huang Lie raised his eyebrows, "I know you, you're the Zhizhi cracking down on counterfeiting, right?"

Zhizhi lowered his head, looked at the pile of empty plates in front of him, and his obviously bulging belly, and fell into thought:

I think it's a slap in the face right now...

"As far as I know, your current signing platform is not particularly friendly to anchors in terms of revenue sharing, and your value is by no means limited to this. Are you interested in changing to another club?"

Huang Lie's voice was full of bright temptation.

Zhizhi stared at him for a long time: Why do you know everything?

Could this be the professional quality of a senior headhunter?

"Thank you, but no need. I have already negotiated with the platform. I will come out and do it alone when I graduate next year and the contract ends." Zhizhi said.

In the past few years, her development momentum has been very good, and her own traffic is extremely impressive. The annual advertising revenue alone is an astronomical figure, and it is very irrational to cooperate with the platform.

When the time is right, she will cooperate with several colleagues to develop a new APP together.

Huang Lie was not surprised by this answer.

In recent years, the self-media industry has been extremely active, and countless Internet celebrities have sprung up like mushrooms every month or even every day.

But most of these are short-lived, and a small part of them will choose to go it alone after earning traffic, but the ending is often not very good.

"The little girl is aggressive, that's right," Huang Lie nodded, "However, building a team is also a technical task. Do you want to..."

"Thank you, but there's no need," Zhizhi declined his kindness in advance, "My dad's lawyer has already found a candidate for me."

There was a sudden silence in the restaurant.

"My dad's lawyer" or something, sounds like money!

Sheshuchi Jiajia at the same table asked in a low voice, "Your father's lawyer?"

Zhizhi nodded, with a calm demeanor, "Because he often has a lot of problems in the mine and needs to deal with various departments. He can't run by himself, and he can easily be tricked if he doesn't pay attention."

The silence in the store further intensified, and a sour taste permeated from every corner.

Chi Jiajia's head, which had been tortured for a whole day, worked hard, her voice was dry, "Mine?"

Is it the mine I understand?

Zhizhi nodded naturally, "Ah, I have a mine at home."

Chi Jiajia's eyes were blank, and she said blankly: "...ah, mine."

Fuck, there is a mine at home!

Listen, is this human?

Damn, envy, envy!

Jealousy makes me unrecognizable!

When they looked at Zhizhi again, the eyes of everyone became very complicated:

Unexpectedly, I only knew that her family background was good before, but I didn't expect it to be such a good way!

Lemon fruit on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree...

Sour, so sour.

Huang Lie said seriously, "Excuse me."

Oh, what stings my eyes?It turned out to be the domineering spirit of the rich second generation.

The two successive setbacks did not make him lose confidence, and his gaze was activated again, slowly gliding across Chi Jiajia who was opposite Zhizhi.

The latter was shocked suddenly, and his heart was quickly filled with anticipation and contradictory thoughts:

Well, if he encourages himself to change jobs, should he agree or not?

Money is innocent, but the vibe in this company is really good right now...

However, in the next moment, Huang Lie's eyes slid past her face.

Chi Jiajia: "..."

Got it, I'm not worthy!

The cold rain in early autumn not only took away the scorching heat of midsummer, but also cooled the heart of a community animal!

Only Liu Xi had a complicated expression after hearing Huang Lie's name.

"So you are that headhunter Huang Lie!"

Huang Lie smiled, "I'm not talented, it's me, if I remember correctly, you are Liu Xi, the author of the "Black Star" series of novels, right?"

"Black Star" is a series of criminal detective novels. It has been filmed and filmed since five years ago, and it has basically been released at the rate of two movies or TV series in three years. The ratings and reputation have always been very good.

Liu Xi nodded and heard Huang Lie say, "You seem to have misunderstood me."

Liu Xi's expression became more and more weird, and he held back for a long time before saying: "You encouraged many writers to quit..."

Now it seems that not only writers, but anyone with a high income, you will not let go!

Generally speaking, the income of physical writers can be roughly divided into two aspects:

One is publishing and distributing physical books, but the income in this area can only be regarded as a small head, and the real big head is the second way: film and television adaptation.

Because the amount involved in the latter is often between tens of millions to tens of millions, and most of the writers are not good at this. Generally, if there is not much conflict with the producer of the first cooperation, they will keep it like this .

but!

About five or six years ago, Huang Lie, a headhunter, suddenly entered the circle of writers. The places he walked were full of "changing employers" activities, and many publishing houses and film and television companies loved and hated him.

After listening to Liu Xi, everyone looked at Huang Lie with more teasing eyes.

Huang Lie didn't take it seriously, or it could be said that he was used to this kind of reaction.

He poured himself a glass of wine unhurriedly before he said lazily: "Let's not talk about anything else, I just ask you a question, have those writers developed better after they moved?"

Liuxi was speechless.

It really is.

Not only the income of those writers has increased, but the word-of-mouth of the new owners has also increased, so everyone loves and hates him.

What I hate is that he muddies the waters of the writer circle, but what I love is... the result is really good.

Seeing that Liu Xi was silent, Huang Lie smiled, and said seriously: "So this is not called poaching, but rational utilization of resources and optimal allocation of talents.

I am a headhunter, and my duty is to help you clarify your own value and make a good career plan. "

Most writers just bury their heads in writing books and don't care too much, or they are not good at fighting for higher and greater rights for themselves.

Most of the writers he helped "change jobs" did not match the styles of the publishing houses and film and television companies he cooperated with, and the latter either did not make great efforts to package and promote, or were powerless.

In fact, both parties were wasted.

Liu Xi was thoughtful.

Huang Lie said with a smile: "You're pretty good, you have a good eye, the publishing house you signed for the first time is the right way."

So he can basically be regarded as the best-developed batch of writers of the same subject.

With the escort of the publishing house, Liu Xi's works were quickly valued by powerful large-scale production companies, and they were carefully produced and put on the screen...

The white crane next to him ate the boiled peanuts one by one.

Seeing Huang Lie's joyful expression under the light, Bai He whispered two words:

"Virtue..."

Although he was scolding, there was a clear smile in his eyes.

Huang Lie wanted to reply habitually, but when he turned around and saw him like this, he also laughed.