"certainly."
The director raised his head and said with a shameless face, "As long as you are willing to hand over the orchid to me, I can help you contact people outside and help you go to the county to speak."
Qiao Qiao didn't believe what he said at all, but still asked, "Then how much are you prepared to pay, Director?"
The director trembled his wrist excitedly and wanted to touch Tian Yihe.
"Don't worry, it will definitely be more than Chen Liu's."
Qiao Qiao: "How much exactly?"
Director: "No, 20, 350,000."
Qiao Qiao: “…”
I think you are dreaming!
She rolled her eyes, grabbed the director by the back of his collar, and threw him out.
Unfortunately, someone's chicken just wandered around here.
After being thrown out, the director fell on his butt. In order to prevent himself from falling completely, he pushed himself up and was hit accurately.
"ah!"
A scream shook the world.
The director considers himself an artistic person, how could he have ever experienced such a shameful thing?
"You don't know what's good for you!"
"You don't know what's good for you!"
He immediately broke down, covered his hands, and ran towards the river as if he was poisoned.
Well, although the timeline of this world is consistent with the time and space where Qiao Qiao lived in his previous life, the historical process in all aspects has slowed down by nearly ten years.
The spring breeze of poverty alleviation has not yet reached Qingshan Village, where the natural landscape is well preserved. The village does not even have running water.
If a great literary and artistic director wants to wash his hands of the world, he must run to the river.
But maybe because he was driving too fast, the director didn't brake at all when he got close to the river.
“Plop—”
Everyone only heard a scream.
The great literary and artistic director not only successfully washed his hands, but also washed away the dirt on his body.
"Help--"
"Help--"
"I can't swim!"
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