The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

Wang Le felt that now that most girls choose objects, the first thing they look for is their economic strength.

So he carries thirty-six bags every day, wears twenty-eight thousand watches, and wears more than three thousand shoes.

But today he went back to check the strategy and summarized it seriously. He found that he was not only wrong, but also very wrong.

Although these things are very expensive, this little girl who buys cakes walks to and from get off work every day and lives in a rented house with poor conditions, and her family is definitely not very wealthy.

How could she know these luxury goods?

Maybe she thought they were all local stalls, and found it ugly.

So tonight, he drove over the new car that cost more than 800,000 yuan last month.

The car is more common, and most people can see its value.

He believed that as long as she could see his car clearly, not to mention immediately throwing her arms, at least her attitude towards him would be slightly relaxed, and then she would throw her arms again.

"It's raining," Wang Le pretended to put the car keys on the table casually, "I just drove, or I'll give you a paragraph."

"No need." Tan Xiaoyu knew that Jasmine was coming, so she was much more courageous.

"It's okay, it's on the way anyway."

Wang Le moved the car key on the table, and the beauty in his heart, you just have to take a look, the corner of your eye is not bad, don't touch my card.

Qin Xiaoyu ignored him and continued to wipe the cash register.

Wang Le wanted to say something more when he saw a big dog come in.

Huge dog.

He settled down. It seemed that he had seen this dog yesterday. There was a boy at that time. Could it be...

When he was in doubt, Wu Jun also walked in.

Wang Le looked at him slightly hostilely, but Wu Jun treated him as if he did not exist, and said to Qin Xiaoyu: "Alright?"

Qin Xiaoyu thought that only Jasmine was here, but the master also came, which made her overjoyed.

As long as there is a master, she believes that tonight's problem will be solved!

So she said with a little excitement: "It's going to be done soon."

"No hurry, take your time."

Wu Jun just glanced at Wang Le and found that this guy was looking at him like an enemy, swiping around with a key in his hand, and frowned, "Keep it light, don't scratch the table." ."

Wang Le was angry and funny.

Daddy, don’t touch my key, don’t touch me, do you understand? Can you scratch your glass table? Is your glass made of sugar?

Qin Xiaoyu finished packing up soon, and Wang Le could only walk out of the shop sullenly.

Wu Jun wiped the water droplets on the car seat with his sleeves. He didn't know what was going on in the spooky weather. It was fine when he went out, but it started to rain halfway.

Qin Xiaoyu also sat up, and Wu Jun immediately pulled the switch to the end, and in a blink of an eye he drove far away.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, send her back sooner, so he goes back to cultivation sooner.

"Master!" Tan Xiaoyu clutched Wu Jun's clothes tightly, probably because it was a bit cold, and her voice was trembling slightly.

"Don't worry, my technology is very good! Just hurry up."

As Wu Jun spoke, he made a beautiful turn, quite a little drifting.

"No master, I...you turned the direction the other way!"

Wu Jun:...

...

Sending Qin Xiaoyu downstairs, Wu Jun told Jasmine well not to be naughty, not to eat too much cake, not to scratch things, not to demolish the house, and then he went back to Wangzishan alone.

Not long after the ride, the lights behind flashed, don't touch me, suddenly overtake, change lanes, almost pin him to the flowerbed on the side of the road, and then drove away.

Wang Le couldn't help feeling funny when he saw Wu Jun's hair getting wet from the rearview mirror.

Riding a broken battery car, still gesticulating in front of him.

However, this kid can't even figure out the direction of Tan Xiaoyu's house. It shouldn't be her boyfriend. She may have called the "save the field."

This shows that he still has a chance.

And the Raiders say that the lieutenant girl is afraid of chasing her, and sometimes she has to be thick-skinned when chasing a girl.

Isn't that thick-skinned what he is good at?

Then continue to meet her tomorrow.

...

The next morning, Qin Xiaoyu ran into Wang Le again, but she was not worried at all with Jasmine by her side today.

"Hi, such a coincidence!"

Wang Le greeted him with a smile, and was about to say something more, only to see that the big dog walked to him yesterday and then raised his paw very docilely.

Wang Le is happy, look at me, sister, your dog has such a good impression of me, isn't this the fate between us?

So he smiled and stretched out his hand, wanting to have a friendly handshake with Jasmine, but Jasmine stretched out a little bit and grabbed his clothes lightly.

Hearing a hiss, the sportswear he bought over a thousand, from the neckline to the hem, seemed to be cut through with a sharp knife.

It feels like being opened.

Wang Le:...I...this...

However, the matter did not end here, and Jasmine's paw continued to slide down.

hiss--

His trousers also started from the waist and were cut to the trousers.

Then Wang Le felt a cold in his lower body and his pants fell to the ground.

Jasmine waved his claws at him. In fact, she wanted to say "byebye", but today her claws were a bit dirty, so she stopped touching the tablet.

Wang Le only felt the hairs all over his body exploded. He wanted to get angry, but now the pants are all off, it is important to mention the pants first.

Pulling his trousers, he glared at Tan Xiaoyu, and stopped a taxi with anger.

When he got home, the more he thought about it, the more angry he was. It was a shame that he was stripped of his pants by a dog in the street.

But today there are important things, not the time to care about it.

He changed his clothes and came to the studio early. Seeing that a few employees hadn't arrived yet, he couldn't help but feel annoyed again.

Since becoming famous on the Internet, he quietly set up his own studio and found a few street writers who can write and speed to be his gunners.

He also knew in his heart that relying on imitation and reference is not a long-term solution, and now several god-tiers are ready to seek him to defend their rights through legal channels.

So he plans to write a book by himself.

After floating on the water for a long time, I always have to go ashore.

He spent more than three months carefully conceiving the subject matter, drawing up an outline and detailed outline, letting the studio gunner fill in the content for him, and then he modified it himself.

The number of manuscripts saved now has more than one million words.

He believes that with his current fame, coupled with the explosion of so many deposited manuscripts, the popularity will definitely explode, and the annual income is not difficult.

Today is November 1, the first day he is preparing to open a new book.

At this time, a few employees came in with breakfast, and when he smelled the scent of pies, steamed buns, and tea eggs, he felt a burst of inexplicable irritability.

What kind of junk food are you eating so badly that you can’t come in after eating it outside?

The hair is not tidy and fresh, and the clothes are sloppy and uncomfortable to look at.

They have no eyesight or self-cultivation at all, and it is too much for this kind of people to give them a thousand words and ten dollars.

So he waved his hand impatiently: "Go out to eat out!"

Several employees listened for a moment, not knowing what he was losing their temper, but they were the boss, so a few of them had to go out and stood in the corridor to finish their breakfast quickly.

Wang Le turned on the computer, checked the manuscript again, and uploaded the new book on time at 8 o'clock.

I greeted the editor before, and the new book passed the review quickly. In order to help him publicize, the website also advertised him on the homepage.

Soon, his new online novel appeared in the eyes of readers on this morning when it was drizzling.

Watching the collection and recommendation of various data rose rapidly, my mood slowly improved.

This is his first book in the true sense. With such good data, it is at least 10,000 times stronger than those who rushed to the street.

Therefore, capital is king.

Those guys who only know how to type and are immersed in their own fantasy world all day long, and don’t know how to operate, no matter how good the writing and the plot, what can they do?

If you are lucky, you can earn a few thousand dollars a month, and after a few years, you may become a little god. Almost luck, it's a rush for the rest of my life.

It’s still the best way to learn from him, to earn a few million, and to have the capital and fame, and then to write his own book, which is easy and fast.

As for those who scolded him for plagiarism all day long, it was just a poor dog with red eyes who watched him make money.

This kind of mentality is really bad. It's a disease that can be cured.

There are so many god-tier books, if you don’t accept it, you can learn from it, and no one is stopping you.

By noon, the popularity of the new book was already quite high, which made Wang Le feel faintly excited.

Haha, if you don’t see it, even if daddy doesn’t learn from others, you can still become a god!

And he wants to see, who would dare to say that he plagiarized this time.

Thinking of this, his self-feelings became better after another, and he restored his previous self-confidence. The little unpleasantness in the morning also disappeared.

He nodded in satisfaction as he watched several employees who were cracking their keyboards.

You must have the consciousness of bashing on the street, and help the daddy code to make money. A box lunch for ten yuan is coming soon.

After a round of inspections, he also felt hungry.

In order to celebrate today's results, he decided to go out for lunch and then go to the girl's cake shop.

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