Chapter 182 The joke is too big
"OK."
Seeing that the other party had listened to her advice, Aunt Sun left with satisfaction.
As long as other people's salary is not higher than her current salary, there is nothing to be upset about.
Zhou Anan didn't have to wait long. At three o'clock in the afternoon, two aunts in their forties walked into the training department.
After they each cooked a home-cooked dish, Zhou Anan tasted it and nodded.
After some discussion, Zhou Anan hired two cooks and promised to increase the monthly salary by 100 yuan each year, and they started working officially during the summer vacation.
“Would it be too much to raise the monthly salary by 100 yuan every year?”
Shi Mingxia, who had been next to the boy, looked at the two aunts who left contentedly and felt a little sorry for the boy's money.
After a few years, the accumulated amount is not a small amount.
"Is it a lot? I think it's not enough."
In response, Zhou Anan smiled meaningfully.
No one knew that inflation would be so severe and crazy a few years later.
At that time, a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan for a stable cook was not considered high.
"Pengcheng Poetry Association? Excuse me, do you want me to pay for travel expenses, medal fees, and tuition fees? Let me tell you, I am not short of money, but I am not short of intelligence either. Thank you, goodbye."
When Zhou Anan was having a headache over the booming business of his summer classes, he received a call from a scammer asking him to go to Pengcheng to claim a prize. He went over to the scammer without hesitation.
After talking a lot without giving the other party a chance to speak, Zhou Anan hung up the phone early and felt that his confused mind was much better.
These days, I've been busy with the summer class enrollment and I'm a little tired.
"Who is it?"
Pouring a glass of warm water for the boy, Shi Mingxia asked with a smile.
"Nothing, just a liar, his tricks are too old-fashioned."
There is no Qin Shihuang routine to unfreeze funds yet. Zhou Anan said that these scammers' low-level tricks can only deceive naive children like Wu Jian.
"Didn't Wu Jian say last time that he wanted to come here to work and earn money? Why hasn't he come yet?"
Speaking of scammers, Shi Mingxia also thought of Wu Jian, who was cheated out of one thousand yuan some time ago.
The winning formula of Happy Dictionary cost Wu Jian more than a month’s living expenses, and there was no follow-up news after he reported it to the police.
"Forget it, that guy said he would pay me back after making money in the game."
Zhou Anan could only laugh helplessly at the naive Wu Jian.
Wu Jian cried all night when he found out he had been cheated. It was only after Zhou Anan persuaded him for a few minutes and took the initiative to lend him a thousand yuan that the silly boy was able to return to normal life.
However, Wu Jian, who originally wanted to come here to tutor part-time in the evening, changed his mind on the second day of his ambition and followed Chen Jie to upgrade his equipment in the game to make money.
Online games these days have gradually demonstrated their powerful charm.
Just the online game "Legend of Sword and Fairy", which disappeared a few years ago, had hundreds of thousands of players online at the same time. I heard that the operator made a lot of money from it.
Chen Jie, who has a good economic mind, discovered some business opportunities in the game, which is to make equipment and sell them for money. He has already earned seven or eight hundred yuan.
But compared to those game studios that make a fortune every day, it can only be said to be dwarfed by the giants.
It has to be said that this is the memory of a generation.
When PC games declined and mobile games became popular, ordinary players had almost no channels to make money. All funds were held in the hands of operators and developers, and the country completely entered the era of oligopoly.
“Games can still make money.”
After sighing, Shi Mingxia was called by Chen Rou to help.
At this time, in the secretariat of the Pengcheng Poetry Association, a young woman was staring blankly at the phone in her hand, digesting the other party's words.
"Asshole, you actually thought I was a liar."
After a few seconds, the young woman reacted and said through gritted teeth.
This is the first time in all these years that someone says she is a liar. It's so despicable. She deserves to miss this award.
But thinking of the National Poetry Association's award ceremony to be held in a few days, Hu Xinyue suppressed her anger and picked up the phone again.
"Hello."
"Hello, this is really the Pengcheng Poetry Association."
"I have no money, beep beep"
"Hello."
"Hello."
"Hello."
"Wait a minute, don't hang up."
"Girl, I'm convinced by you. I'm smart enough not to be fooled."
After answering three calls in a row, Zhou Anan was impressed by the other party's professionalism and spoke in a tactful tone.
There is no way to block cell phones these days, and the other party kept calling, which kept the line busy, delaying the consultation calls from parents. Zhou Anan really had no choice but to explain things to the other party in a nice way.
After all, he was just an operator who was only doing his job after being cheated by those scammers. There was no need to be angry with him.
Life is not easy for everyone.
"Did you write 'Ten Thoughts'? Are you from the old friend's heart?"
Hu Xinyue took a deep breath and asked quickly, fearing that the other party would hang up the phone again.
If the other person was standing in front of her, Hu Xinyue would definitely let him know why the flowers are so red.
"How do you know? Did Xue'er tell you? Where is Xue'er?"
Zhou Anan, who was about to hang up the phone, paused, thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and then he asked questions quickly.
The girl who disappeared for so long suddenly showed up?
Aren't you prepared to take responsibility for him?
"Who is Xue'er? Sorry, we got your contact information from Miss He Yangyang. Please listen to me, Mr. Gu Renxin. I solemnly inform you that your "Ten Thoughts" has been selected as the best and most beautiful poems of the year by the National Poetry Association. If you have time, please inform us of your identity information and we will customize a flight ticket to Beijing for you. All expenses for your trip to Beijing will be borne by our Pengcheng Poetry Association."
Without giving the other party a chance to say more, Hu Xinyue finished her story in one breath and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The notice has been delivered, and whether the other party goes or not is no longer her problem.
"He Yangyang?"
After hearing what the other party said, Zhou Anan remembered the girl he had met once in a bar. Could it be that he had given her his contact information before?
It's been so long, I've kind of forgotten about it.
As for the National Poetry Association, Zhou Anan did not answer, but quickly turned on the computer, opened the search engine, and searched for "Shisi Ci". A series of information popped up, and she couldn't help but gasp.
This joke seems to have gone too far.
"Mr. Old Friend, are you still here?"
Hearing the quiet voice on the other end of the phone, Hu Xinyue couldn't help but ask another question.
She is very busy, can you please give me some words?
"Sorry, you got the wrong person."
His mind was a little confused, but he couldn't recognize it was Zhou Anan's first reaction. He hung up the phone after answering.
"This bastard, wasted so much of my saliva."
After hanging up the phone, Hu Xinyue muttered something and didn't want to continue calling.
So many phone calls are already the limit of her patience. This kind of thing should be a headache for the higher-ups.
(End of this chapter)
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