After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

Chen Zhang didn't know that his article hurt the male owner twice, and at this moment he was thinking of his hardworking fortune to get rich.

I drank some wine last night, my head is still painful, and I am not in the state of code. After writing some on and off, the progress was interrupted by the knock on the door.

"Xiao Chen, don't you?" The old man's voice was full of breath.

Chen Zhang opened the door and curled her hair messyly: "Good morning."

The old man was uncomfortable and pointed to his watch: "It's almost eleven."

Chen Zhan stretched his waist and saw the man standing behind the old man, his laziness dissipated a little.

Tall man, slightly longer hair, what is said in the novel... a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hooked the corner of my mouth. This is the way of thinking influenced by the recent silly white sweet style.

Perhaps it was because he had drunk together, and the old man treated him a little bit closer: "This is the man I mentioned with you."

Chen Zhan glanced roughly. The shirt and black trousers, except for his face, were quite ordinary.

"Hello." The man nodded to him with a smile.

Chen Zhan was silent for two seconds and would greet him actively. There was no hidden contempt in his eyes. It seemed to be the same as the original one, and he was a trivial little person in the book.

"Chen Zhang." He held out his hand and offered his name.

The man shook hands with him: "My surname is Yin, Yin Ronglan."

Chen Zhang withdrew his hand and stared at the person for a moment, hesitatingly said: "Isn't there a network in the village yet?"

The man murmured softly, with a rising tone, revealing doubts.

"It's nothing." Chen Zhang made an excuse at random: "I'm easy to talk nonsense if I don't sleep well."

Seeing the other party's appearance, I haven't seen my black material at all, maybe I don't often go online.

With several messages superimposed, Chen Zhang couldn't help but doubt the man's purpose of approaching the old man again.

The old man greeted him to sit in his own house, but did not notice the complexity of Chen Zhang's eyes. Instead, the man glanced lightly when Chen Zhang locked the door, and glanced at the emotions in his eyes.

There was another carton of milk next to the table, which should be brought by Yin Ronglan.

Chen Zong now sent similar things, Chen Zhang inexplicably felt a bit perfunctory. He wouldn't fry the atmosphere either. After sitting down, he clasped his arms without saying a word, but had the style of a gangster.

The old man set a quirky definition when Chen Zhang and he robbed the trash business, and they are accustomed to Chen Zhang's performance.

Taking into account that Yin Ronglan doesn’t like publicity, and Chen Zhang’s shabby life, directly indicating that Yin Ronglan’s identity may make him feel that there is a gap. Ask him for advice."

Yin Ronglan's smile is very meaningful. This sentence seems to be said to Chen Zhang, but it actually implies that he can bring the other side if he is convenient. Can not help but look at Chen Zhang more, wondering what is special about this young man.

Chen Zhan is still the appearance of the old god. He is obviously unmoved, but makes an humbly seeking advice.

Yin Ronglan's attitude seems to be quite mild: "What do you want to start from?"

Chen Zhang confessed that he had no mind in this respect, and thought for a while: "Add a friend and wait for me to ask you in private."

The real intention is much simpler and more rude. If you are lucky, you may be able to get to know this person through the circle of friends.

If someone else made this request, 80% was to climb a big tree, but Yin Ronglan saw some other things in Chen Zhang's expression, such as...precaution.

This perception is absurd and ridiculous.

An old man made a blending agent, Yin Ronglan spoke very well, and added WeChat.

The three did not chat for long. Yin Ronglan answered the phone and left in advance.

Chen Zhanman said casually: "Mr. Yin seems busy."

Old man: "Big company."

Chen Zhang suddenly asked: "Have you been to his company?"

The old man smiled: "Of course not."

Chen Zhan thought deeply, the old man asked more: "Hurry to find a serious job, I think you are at home every day, where can you get income?"

Chen Zhang said seriously: "Yes."

The old man hates iron for not making steel: "Do you rely on daydreaming?"

Chen Zhan shook his head: "I sent my ex-girlfriend's fortune." After thinking about it, I felt inaccurate, adding: "It's exactly a former crush."

"..."

The old man pouted his lips and put it on twenty years ago, this kind of unscrupulous young man, he could knock down ten in one punch.

There was a delay during the day, and when the chat ended, Chen had to start coding as soon as she returned to the house.

[System: Each time the host completes the task, it will get the corresponding male whitewash value, which can be exchanged for props, and there is a chance to return to the original world after customs clearance. 】

Chen Zhan's tone was not so good when he was in time: "What is my whitewash value now?"

[System: 60. 】

Black to deep natural powder, some people really changed slightly because of reading his article.

Chen Zhang asked casually: "How much can you get by completing your task of blaming the guilt?"

[System:...30. 】

The finger that jumped on the keyboard paused for a while: "So what do you want?"

It might as well be a down-to-earth codeword.

In the following time, I never heard the system speak again.

Chen Zhang didn't care either. Although he was a newcomer, the website paid a lot of attention to him. As a person with a bad reputation, if he had no reason to stop, it would easily lose some people who were really interested in the novel.

Written intermittently until eight o'clock in the evening, a word suddenly strangled my brain and I can't remember.

"To express unexpected praise, what is it?"

In silence, no one answered.

Chen Zhang called the sound system.

[System: What to call? I am a system, not a dictionary! 】

Chen Zhan pouted and chose to check online.

After reviewing the code and reviewing the manuscript, it took another half an hour.

After finishing the chapter, Chen Zhang stretched his waist and twisted his stiff neck. Suddenly realizing that there was a violation, the movement stopped for a while: "System."

[System: Don’t ask if you are there, let me know if you have something to do! 】

Chen Zhang lowered his face: "What about the previous system?"

The tone of speaking is not a unified system at all, the former is shy, the latter is irritable.

[System: It’s autistic. Now let me take you. 】

"..."

Vaguely guessing the cause of autism in some of the previous systems, Chen Zhang didn't ask questions rationally.

[System: Task 1 (Men's Whitewashing) Please host to participate in public welfare. 】

Chen Zhang: "Isn't the task of blaming Jing Jing not yet completed?"

[System: Detect that the whitewashing value reaches the completion degree, and refresh the task randomly. 】

Chen Zhan opened the door to a new world: "In other words, as long as I can get the whitewash value, it doesn't matter whether you complete the tasks you set."

[System: ... just know it in your heart, shut up for Lao Tzu! 】

After a little silence, Chen Zhang couldn't help but miss the previous system.

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Lin.

After finishing the day's work, Lin Chiang hesitated to see his cell phone.

In his opinion, Chen Zhang was just a clown who jumped on the beam. Lin Chiang once wanted to report the article. However, Chen Zhang's article is quite realistic, and the words in the line are vaguely demeaning.

But in only two chapters, the first victim was scolded by his girlfriend, and then a few cards were stopped.

Lin Chiang frowned, hesitating to read Chapter 3.

Looking at the red release time, I finally clicked in--

The first few hundred words are the author's contempt for throwing away money for change.

Lin Chiang shook his head and continued to read:

When I bought the band-aid and rushed out, she just hired a taxi and threw the **** tissue into the trash can.

I stood in stunned position.

At this moment, a man wearing a peaked cap and mask passed the trash can and accidentally threw the mobile phone into it when he lost his coffee cup.

People passing by couldn't help but sneer, and kindly pretended not to see it, so that the man would not be so embarrassed to turn the trash can.

Out of boredom, I took a few more glances with my arms leaning against the pillar.

When the man picked up the phone, he was relieved. I was about to take my gaze back. I accidentally glimpsed a dirty paper towel hidden between the fingers of the man, with scattered blood spots.

I don’t know why, I just have an instinct that this woman dropped before she rented it.

The action was faster than reason, and when the man was about to leave by bus, I followed.

Turned a page, reminding the author to write only here.

Lin Chiang was stunned, and took a chance to turn it over again, making sure the third chapter ended here.

The expression looks a little subtle and read the comments:

[Mary's hair: The author is not a human here! 】

[Jinshu: Oh, the crowds are favored. By the way, is the update time fixed? 】

【Tianxia Xian'an: What kind of man is it to stop here? 】

Absent comments are less than half, and now many are reminders.

Lin Chiang stared at the screen for a few seconds, put down his phone and went to sleep. At about eleven o'clock, he opened his eyes in the dark... Still wondering the follow-up.

Because it involves my girlfriend, it is inevitable that I will be more distracted. I wanted to call Jiang Ying to ask if I have any impressions of the day. I was scolded when I thought about it, and the number was not dialed out.

With a strange mood, a reader account was registered on the website.

[Willow trees by the pond: Smash a piece of deep water, as long as the author changes two times, he will be rewarded ten times. 】

After doing all this, there is an inexplicable feeling of being a thief.

Lying on the bed again, the cold sheets didn't seem to cover up. After ten minutes, Lin Chiang looked at the comments below, which had been suppressed by the new reminder.

Seeing this, I was relieved somehow.

Before I put down the phone, I habitually refreshed it and found that the author even responded to him ten seconds ago.

[Author reply: Are you... lonely? 】

There is a reader behind to join in the lively occupation of the building: the nightlife is full of reading articles, can you not be lonely?

But within a minute, there were seven or eight replies under this comment.

Lin Chiang pressed his eyebrows tightly, suspecting that Chen Zhang would be able to overcome him. After a long sneer, whoever reads and writes is not necessarily lonely.

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Let's talk about Chen Zhan, but it's just a comment when you feel insomnia.

"Sure enough, I have to stay up late to work." Chen Zhang looked at the ceiling absently. "System."

[System: put! 】

Chen Zhang: "Can't sleep, come to chat."

[System: What do you think of our system? 】

Chen Zhang: "The most beautiful company."

[System: ...to be honest. 】

This time, Chen Zhang didn't answer immediately. After serious thinking, he slowly said: "Provide free professional chat service."