Rebirth: I Want to Surf

"Ten years ago, I didn't know you, you didn't belong to me, we were still the same... oops!"

In the kitchen, Yao Yuan hummed a song and cracked an egg. Unexpectedly, it was a bad guy, and even the previous one was wasted, so he had to throw it out and start over.

"Unlucky, next time I buy eggs, I'll shake them too!"

Fresh eggs are firmer, and there is no sound when shaking.

He came back from Nortel today and stopped by to buy some food. He was making dinner by himself. He cracked a few eggs and spread them into a sheet of egg skin. He shredded the cucumber and mixed it with seasoning sauce. It was a refreshing cucumber dish. .

Another plate of twice-cooked pork was fried, and the rice was full, and it was brought to the computer desk.

It is a habit I developed in my previous life. I always have to watch something when I eat, otherwise I feel that time is wasted—or in other words, this is also the habit of many people in the era of smart phones.

It seems that it has become quite difficult to finish a meal quietly without doing anything.

Yao Yuan chewed the twice-cooked meat, his tongue and stomach were satisfied, he clicked the mouse with his right hand from time to time, Yinyin's personal space was displayed on the screen.

Before taking over, there were only 20,000 fans. After taking over, it has risen to 150,000.

I posted some photos, no posing, no make-up, no taste of deliberately posing, all of them are life-like, and most of them are photos of exercising. There are also some introductions to equipment, text descriptions, and occasionally interspersed with a few trivial life stories of little girls.

He didn't do water, and fitness is not popular these days. The 150,000 people probably include all the fitness groups in the community.

Yinyin was the first in the community to check in to lose weight, which inspired some people to follow suit. They not only checked in in their own space, but also came here to check in.

"18-year-old female, height 165, weight 170, check in on the first day of weight loss, please bless my sister for successful weight loss!"

"Punch in on the fifth day of weight loss, I feel okay, keep going!"

"I clocked in on the 10th day of losing weight. I'm really dying. I'm so tired. Every time I run, I want to cry. Comrades, I want to give up!"

Below is a bunch of encouragement:

"There is no shortcut to losing weight. Persistence is victory. I lost from 220 catties to 175 catties. I suffered more than you!"

"Come on, you have persisted for 10 days, I only started 2 days, and I want to give up!"

"Really don't give up, when you succeed, you will feel extremely proud!"

"..."

Yao Yuan scratched his head, fitness became popular in later generations, and skinny people also exercise, but not now, most of them exercise to lose weight.

His picky replies have always maintained the style of this account: a young girl who loves sports, is positive, and is 182cm tall.

Afterwards, he went to see Lu Yan again.

The number of fans has reached more than 800,000, and they regularly post photos, and the water army controls and comments one-stop.

I posted a new photo yesterday, some magazine photo taken in France, to be honest, the photo of her life is not good-looking, but it is limited to not good-looking, and will not make people feel other emotions.

But when I go to a magazine, especially a foreign magazine, I squint my eyes and it comes out—it is intentionally magnified infinitely.

The same is true of this new photo, which produces an uncomfortable emotion.

"This underworld method has not changed for 20 years, and it has been passed down in one continuous line."

Yao Yuan stared at the photo and shook his head, seeing that the coconut juice was pinched.

Is that vulgar, and what the hell is called rectifying the source, so as to set the record straight!

It is said that there is a long-standing practice of sneaking and humiliating China in various ways in foreign countries. For example, in 2003, Toyota Domineering put up an advertisement:

The car stopped in front of the stone lions on Lugou Bridge. One stone lion bowed its head, and the other stone lion raised its right paw to salute the car. The accompanying text was "Overbearing, you have to respect"!

"well……"

Yao Yuan closed Lu Yan's space, and didn't feel that this person was innocent. She knew why she was asked to take this kind of photo, but she was still willing to do this dirty work to make money!

…………

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

The capital city in autumn brought a bit of coolness, and Yao Yuan was still in front of the computer desk.

Instead of playing with the computer, I wrote down some work to be done within the year.

"Dingjun Mountain" was released on December 28, 1905, so December 28 this year is a serious day, and there will be a series of commemorative activities at that time.

The short play will also be launched on the same day, and it happens to be a chance to win an award at the Beijing University Student Film Festival next year.

He made this thing, one is to create an atmosphere of wheat grain video creators, and the other is to get close to the official. The nature of the Internet is grassroots and anti-mainstream, but when it becomes big, it becomes mainstream.

This measure is very delicate.

Yao Yuan is now: anti-mainstream, but also very thematic.

The other is the launch of Maike Eslite and Meizu miniplayer. The miniplayer has been marketed, and some news is regularly released in the community, and the appetite is high.

He plans to hold a press conference at that time, just like Jobs and Lei Jun, go up and wave, various PPTs, various comparisons... Regardless of the product, the press conference must be full of technology.

And then there is Mai Mai.

I had already fought a lawsuit with QQ, and the other party was well prepared, so I showed the code directly, and I fought a war of words in court, and was found not to have plagiarized.

It doesn't matter, 99 appeals here, and you have to bury the other party when you appeal.

Continue to bury and eliminate next year, and continue the year after.

"Um?"

He was writing when the phone rang suddenly, it was Liu Qiangdong.

"Hello? Are you home?"

Dongzi's unique voice came through the microphone. His voice was a little thin and tender, more feminine, and he didn't seem calm in his normal speech. He was more urgent at this time.

"Can you come to my place?"

"Go to your home?"

"Yes, now!"

Yao Yuan thought about it and said, "Okay, I'll go there later."

It was already ten o'clock, he put on a coat, did not call Xiao Mo, and drove to Dongzi's residence in Haidian by himself, thinking about what was going on all the way.

On and on, the phone rang again.

"Hey, Boss Dong called me just now and asked me to go to his house. Do you think he's taken a fancy to me?" Yu Jiajia said.

"ha?"

"It's a pity that I didn't like him, so I could only reject him cruelly!"

"You don't have to fart, he also asked me to come over, there should be something important, let's talk about it later!"

Yao Yuan became more and more strange, but after careful consideration, there were some clues to be found, so he couldn't help being excited... Ahh, he couldn't help but feel worried again.

When he arrived at his residence, he knocked on the door.

Dongzi opened the door with a gloomy expression, nodded, and said, "Mr. Yu hasn't arrived yet, wait for a while."

So after waiting for a few more minutes, Yu Jiajia arrived in a hurry, with a kind of joy on her face... Ahh, a kind of worry.

"Come on, call us over at night, what's the matter?"

"..."

Dongzi remained silent, sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the wine glass on the tea table - it seemed that he had drunk a little.

"Don't tell me we're leaving, why are you pretentious? How about watching you perform a mime?"

Yu Jiajia couldn't get used to him, so she just picked up her bag.

"Wait! Wait! I don't know where to start..."

Dongzi beckoned her to sit down, looked at the two of them, suddenly expressed a complex emotion of resentment, shame and disbelief, and finally spit out:

"This matter, this matter, alas... I was blackmailed!"

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