"My ninth uncle! There are people out there, what are you doing?!"
"Is there anything?" Wen Chujiu's face became very ugly when he heard this.
Duanmu pillow leaned against Wenchujiu, his voice was extremely low, even standing nearby I could only hear intermittent words, but I was lucky to hear a few words New Year, my dad, kid, Huayi Building.
These words didn't make any difference, but I didn't think so when I heard them. I thought this must be what happened on the day I almost choked to death when I was slapped on Duanmu pillow. This person is really not as good as the sky. If I hadn't stopped the two of you at that time, it is estimated that this history would not have changed.
"Stupid girl, why didn't you tell grandpa about that." Wen Jiuye patted Wen Youqing's head. Wen Jiuye laughed. Everyone who knew him knew that this was a prelude to the old man's madness.
"Ji Xin said that if I go out, I will hit me."
The old man who was still "touching" his granddaughter's forehead the last moment, the next moment he imprinted the soles of his leather shoes on the face of the victim in the wheelchair.
No one thought that the sixty-odd old man was so agile to fight people, because according to the post-examinations of the many old Chinese doctors present, the youngest of the Ji family had to stay in the hospital at least for the first half of this time.
Can make Wen Jiuye angry, Ji Xin’s crimes are really beyond my imagination. After all, based on the love between the Ji family and the Wen family, I think even the girl was eaten by Ji San two years ago. There is no problem. But now not only has Ji San beaten up, but even the marriage contract has been cut off. For this reason, Wen Jiuye had a quarrel with Ji Ye. Although he didn’t hear the content, Ji Ye went back and scolded his son. True.
Wen Jiuye still lives in my house, because it is only ten days after the game. As for Wen Youqing, naturally he also lives with his grandfather.
I was dragged by sisters to play around, and today I had the opportunity to knock on a phone call to Bai's sister. Bai's sister said that there is another big deal. I said it was a bit outrageous to say how lively on the other side of the phone was.
"The juice you mentioned, we thought about it. Indeed, just like you said, it has a very promising market prospect. Therefore, we are now discussing with the superior of the soda factory, that is, the Municipal Education Bureau to buy the factory. Things." Sister Bai stopped here when she said: "My manager Lu, there will be such a good thing next time, remember to scream."
"Of course, Sister Bai, the sooner the factory's affairs are resolved, the better, but don't reveal your intentions, who is responsible for this matter."
"Zhu Gelan and her sister, the twins were born as a wine fairy. Last time the two girls drank all their heads and brains down to the table. This time the big guys saw them and cried and shouted for tea. It’s a wine substitute."
"Hehe Bai's sister, you have worked hard these days."
When I think of everyone vomiting under the table, my mouth is full of grin. This is the mantis catching the cicada, and the oriole is behind, and the elders have suffered a lot this time.
"Bah, you also said, you little thing, have you played enough these days?" The Baijia sister on the phone said the seventh time.
"Hey, Sister Bai, I have to go shopping with Miss Wen Jia nine in the afternoon."
"Where is my sister?"
"Of course it is also one of my accompany list."
I thought that anyway, I bought something and the bodyguard assigned by Wen Jiuye helped me take it, but I was a big shopkeeper.
"Well, your kid will accompany them recently. Let's be Wen Xiaojiu. We who are sisters have heard about the little girl. If the bastard of the Ji family dares to show up in front of her, you should call me. , My mother has hundreds of girls waiting to take his skin."
"It is estimated that you have been waiting in line for a while. I heard that Ji San not only has a girl outside, but also slapped Wen Youqing in front of that girl last time. Wen Youqing has many godfathers. The number is not enough, but this slap stabbed a hornet's nest. Not only the Zhou family and the Yu family are now changing their methods to find trouble with the Ji family, but there are also other cities in the black and white roads that secretly talk to Ji Xin. At least there are more than ten wagons."
"Well, let's not talk about this, I said Mr. Lu, didn't you still say you want to publish some magazine last time?"
"Yeah, I just think it doesn't seem to be the time yet."
"But the Southern Weekly on Uncle Mo's side has had a big problem recently."
"what is the problem?"
I frowned. The third part of the six-person line has just finished. The recent Southern Weekly has been selling to the extent that it is the newsstand on the street. If you don't book it, you won't be able to buy the next issue of the magazine.
"The province just got a red head, and it was said that Nanfang Weekly had a problem with serialization."
"There is a problem, what is the problem."
"It seems that something went wrong in the latest issue of the serial. I don't quite understand it. You should take a look."
"Okay, but what's the matter?"
"Don't you understand, Southern Weekly may soon become a historical term."
Putting down the phone, I pulled out the latest issue of Southern Weekly directly from the pile of books on the ground. Since Wen Youqing gave me the third part, I have given up the habit of reading it.
All the serials are listed on the cover of the big red. I can’t help but smile again and again when I look at 1943, who is in the first place. Unexpectedly, things have happened. I thought that the war novel would not appear in front of the world. Now everything is fine. changed.
Two days later, Nanfang Weekly ceased publication, the old editor went back to watch the sunset, and the successor editor Mo enmity resigned. It sounded like a concentration camp for two years.
As the main author, Wen Youqing dragged me to Mo's house to comfort me, who was already laid off.
"Why are you two little guys here too."
Knocking on the door of the Mo family, Mo Qiu smiled as he looked at the two of us.
That's right, the young writers headed by Ji's fourth-year old man gathered together. The big living room of the Mo family was already full of seats, and there were even several people sitting on the armrests of the sofa.
"Uncle Mo, let's raise the flag and do it ourselves." Seeing the two of us come in, Ji Chang said blankly.
"Ji Chang, this flag can't be pulled, how can Nanfang Weekly have not fallen yet." Another author said hastily.
"What's wrong! There is nothing wrong with the novel written by Lu Renyi! Why was our weekly stopped?" The young man standing behind the sofa frowned and said with an annoyance of "milk", "Uncle Mo, if you are willing," , My dad is in charge, you have the final say if you want the book number or the issue number!"
When I heard this, my brows trembled and I dared to speak loudly in front of so many people. It seems that she should be Bao Zheng, the treasured daughter of Baolong, the top news and publishing house in this province.
It was the end of 1997 when I first met Bao Zheng, so when I met Bao Zheng who was four years younger than before, I really couldn't recognize the owner of the little Huya. Now I have noticed that Bao Zheng's mother who is really long like a baby has one-half of French ancestry. Therefore, Bao Zheng's left eye is blue "color", coupled with natural cheerfulness, makes this girl cute .
"What Bao Zheng said is not wrong, why should we sit and wait for death?"
"Yeah, Uncle Mo, you have resigned anyway, just start a new journal, and we will all feed you!"