Chapter 268 A Real Bull and Horse
The next morning, Tu Yao stared at the new friend request on her phone and fell into deep thought.
She was so tired last night that her hand trembled and she typed an extra zero, turning three thousand into thirty thousand.
I just realized what was happening and was about to make the changes when a new application appeared in the backend.
She hesitated before clicking, glancing at the profile picture, which was of a free-spirited old horse galloping across the grassland.
I glanced at the nickname and immediately chose two words: Lao Ma (Old Ma).
Then look at the age...
Tu Yao's eyes widened!
37? ? ? ?
...Isn't this forum mostly frequented by unknown writers in their twenties? How come there's a middle-aged man nearing forty wandering around here?
What's he after with a 30,000-word assignment and a tight budget?
Tu Yao squatted down by the door with a piece of bread in her mouth, hesitated for a moment... Oh well, since I'm already here, I'll click to approve.
Then quickly explain.
Sorry, I made a mistake. The manuscript only needs to be 3,000...
Before the game was even finished, the other side sent a message.
[30,000 words, right? What are the requirements?]
Tu Yao's typing paused instantly.
Should we go by your preference or mine?
Tu Yao silently deleted the words she had typed and pressed the screen again.
What are your habits?
[My habit is that if I need to write it the day after tomorrow, it will be at least 50,000 words.]
Tu Yao: ? ? ? ?
Tu Yao raised her head blankly and swallowed the bread.
Where did these cattle and horses come from?!
On the other side, Ma Zhiyuan noticed that there was no movement from the other side, so he tapped the screen knowingly and sent a bunch of files.
It's normal for people to have doubts when they meet by chance.
Look, these are all tasks I've taken on on the forum. Quality is guaranteed, don't worry.
Over the years, in addition to his official duties with Cheng Sangsang, he has also taken on many jobs on his own, all of which are evidence of his abilities.
"Cough cough!!!"
Tu Yao finally couldn't hold back and choked on the remaining half of the bread.
After finally calming down, she slowly sent a tentative message.
However, my budget is a bit tight.
She prepared a maximum of one thousand yuan, and if the writing was good, she would add a little more.
Ma Zhiyuan scoffed on the spot.
Is he the type of person who judges quality based on price?
Back when he wrote those long essays for Tu Chaoxi's group of followers, he didn't charge a single penny!
Tu Yao stared at the word "free" on the screen and continued to probe:
Let me make this clear beforehand: although I don't have much money to give you, my standards are very high.
Even Tu Yao herself blushed when she typed those words out.
But the other person immediately gave him a thumbs up.
[Great, I have high standards for myself too!]
Tu Yao still dared not let her guard down.
It's okay, we'll know whether it's really good or bad after writing an article!
She searched online last night and found that Zhao Yuanfeng's agency is going to launch a public audit next month, so her guess is probably correct.
So Zhao Yuanfeng currently has two problems: one is to resolve the threat Zhao Xing is being threatened by paparazzi, and the other is to balance the accounts.
Both of these are related to money.
What if she gave him a solution at this point?
For example, Zhao Xing and several of the company's investors are being threatened by paparazzi with videos. In this situation, Zhao Xing chooses to voluntarily withdraw from the production to avoid the risks.
Correspondingly, when Zhao Xing, the party at fault, voluntarily withdraws, the production team will inevitably be unable to recover its investment.
Then, using the excuse that the investment could not be recovered, they wiped out most of the accounts.
Cutting their losses to survive, they traded Zhao Xing for Zhao Yuanfeng's stability.
I don't know if he would be willing.
Tu Yao blurred out all the specific details, gave Ma Zhiyuan a general outline of her requirements, and then went to the Chinese medicine clinic to report for duty.
That very evening, Ma Zhiyuan efficiently sent over 10,000 words.
Tu Yao clicked on it and looked at it for a while, then frowned.
...It works somewhat, but not entirely.
This style is more like a sharp critique, more like a fan war.
This guy is 37 years old, and he's still involved in fan circles?
So she replied:
No, that's too much. I want a business style that uses gentleness to overcome strength, appears warm and welcoming on the surface, but actually harbors a hidden threat, a balance of ruthlessness and friendliness.
Your words are too blunt; it looks like we're about to start an argument. No way!
It needs to be straightforward, but there also needs to be a touch of subtlety within that straightforwardness. No, no, no!
...
Ma Zhiyuan sent the message with great confidence and received one, two, three, four, or five comments.
It's like wanting a vibrant black, a colorful green, and a dazzling transparency.
In other words, it's not up to standard and needs to be rewritten.
Ma Zhiyuan: ...
Ma Zhiyuan squinted and read it from beginning to end, then read it from the last line upwards.
He read it over and over again, and then fell into deep thought.
Teacher Ma has been feeling lost for the past four years.
Although he had a proper job and accomplished some real things, he single-handedly took on all the publicity work for Cheng Sangsang's new drama two years ago.
But he often felt that his life lacked a sense of urgency.
But he couldn't describe this sense of urgency.
One day, he traced the source back to its origin and finally found it.
—That was four years ago, when I was farming in Crane Village and felt constantly under scrutiny.
...But it seems that this feeling hasn't returned since that brat left.
Until this moment, the long-lost feeling of being oppressed like cattle and horses has returned!
Teacher Ma suddenly got excited.
Okay, I'll change it right away.
Upon seeing this reply, Tu Yao couldn't help but laugh.
That's terrible, this is truly awful.
...
In the chat group, Ma Zhiyuan sent a message amidst his busy schedule.
I've found a new job, and it's very challenging.
"What's wrong with Ma Zhiyuan now?"
Tu Chaoxi glanced at the screen with a dark expression, threw away her phone, and turned to look at the person opposite her.
"Third brother, how are things on your end?"
Lin Yue was still wearing the same suit as yesterday, with slight dark circles under his eyes. "Brother, I've checked all the lists here, and I didn't find Tu Xiaomao's name."
After seeing Tu Yao yesterday, Tu Chaoxi asked the organizer for the complete ticket list, but now they have searched the list thoroughly and still can't find Tu Yao's name.
Where are the staff?
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Nan Ke placed the list back on the table, her expression calm: "Could she be a staff member at the venue?"
"...Four years have passed. If the flow of time is the same in both worlds, she is twenty-two years old."
At twenty-two, if you've been admitted to university, it's graduation age.
I don't know what she studied, what job she got, how she's doing, or if she's encountered any problems she can't solve.
"No, I didn't see her wearing a name tag."
"And I've met all the staff there."
Tu Chaoxi rejected it outright.
Thinking of something, he said suspiciously, "Could this little idiot have sneaked in?!"
Tu Xiaomao was truly well-behaved when he was young, but at the age of eighteen, he dared to fight his way from Xianhe Village to Gangcheng right under their noses and accomplish a series of great deeds.
He couldn't confine her with the simple phrase "obey the law."
If they sneaked in, finding them would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Tu Chaoxi sat down wearily, staring at her swollen ankle. The last time she experienced this kind of unknown fear was in Hong Kong.
But what he couldn't get over was the unfamiliar look in her eyes last night, even more than not being able to find out where Tu Yao was.
"if……"
Tu Chaoxi looked blank for a moment: "What if Tu Xiaomao really doesn't remember us?"
"It doesn't matter."
Nan Ke immediately replied, "It's alright."
Tu Chaoxi and Lin Yue looked up at the same time.
Across from them, a gentle-looking young man gazed out the window.
Birds flew by, and it was already springtime in the south.
He paused, then said softly, "...It's good that she's still in this world."
"As long as you're here, there's always time."
It doesn't matter if you've forgotten them or can't remember anything.
Compared to the situation Tu Yao faced back then, no matter how bad the current situation is, it is the older brothers who have benefited.
The room was silent for a few minutes.
Lin Yue suddenly spoke up: "Should we send a message to Hong Kong about this?"
This successfully quieted the atmosphere down a bit.
Four years after the accident, Tu Chaoxi admitted that he had deliberately taken his anger out on Xu Chi.
He couldn't blame Xu Chi, nor could he blame anyone who was kind to Tu Yao.
But he did indeed lose the courage to set foot in the port city again.
After a moment of silence, Tu Chaoxi shook her head.
"Let's talk about it once we find it."
"We've been disappointed too many times over the years, and I'm sure he has too."
"He's still sick, so we won't bother him until we find him."
Tu Chaoxi stood up, shed her exhaustion, and regained her confidence.
"I'll go to Jiang Ye tomorrow to ask about the situation again, and while I'm at it, I'll take care of that idiot from Wen Yu's crew."
...
In the chat group, Cheng Sangsang showed rare pity for Teacher Ma, who was being ignored by everyone.
They knocked on his door and asked him what jobs he had taken on.
Ma Zhiyuan immediately perked up, briefly explained it, and then sent over his second masterpiece, which he had revised.
On the other hand, Cheng Sangsang felt increasingly uneasy.
After hearing about the incident, she had someone investigate Zhao Xing and his company.
This kind of small, run-down company is easy to investigate, and someone has already reported that Zhao Yuanfeng is trying to raise money everywhere to balance the books.
The more I look at Ma Zhiyuan's press release, the more it seems to be written for Zhao Yuanfeng!
Although some information has been omitted, the specific details all match up!
Cheng Sangsang was furious and immediately poked Ma Zhiyuan.
[What's going on, Teacher Ma? Are you writing a PR proposal for that lousy company that's bullying Sister Wenyu?!]
You traitor!
Upon receiving the message, Ma Zhiyuan was speechless.
Ma Zhiyuan was so shocked he fainted on the spot. Honestly, how was he supposed to know it was a PR article from Zhao Xing's company?
He quickly told the whole story.
He didn't write this on purpose, he didn't even know it. He just accepted a manuscript from a young girl!
Cheng Sangsang subjected him to repeated torture:
"who is she!"
"What are you yelling for!"
"Put the person at me!"
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