Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

"Stupid people have a lot of money?" Jiang Jiaotao asked slightly hesitantly.

Bian Yingning: "?"

"Wrong!" Bian Yingning gritted her teeth and almost slapped the table to stand up: "Actually, I'm a search ghost. Look at this bowl of beef intestine sour, do you know how much it costs?"

People around eating skewers: "?"

It's the first time I've seen someone say the word "cutting search" so proudly.

"..." Jiang Jiaotao looked at the big bowl in the middle of the table: "Twenty or thirty?"

"Wrong again!"

"..."

"The original price of this bowl of beef gut sour is 32 yuan. Do you know how much I paid in the end?" Bian Yingning approached mysteriously and whispered. Those who didn't know thought the two of them were talking about a peerless secret.

"……How many?"

"32 yuan!" Bian Yingning raised her chin very coolly, and said confidently.

"Cough..." Jiang Jiaotao wasn't drinking, but she still choked on her own saliva.

"Cough cough cough... so?"

"So?" Bian Yingning was stunned, and then she was heartbroken: "You still don't understand!"

Jiang Jiaotao was even more stunned than she: What should she understand?

"I have to bargain with the boss to erase a fraction of everything for 32 yuan and 5 yuan, which shows that I am an extremely picky person.

In your opinion, people who search and search like this are stupid people with a lot of money. What does it mean?It means you haven't figured out my details!

What does this mean?It shows that your method of relying on people's details will not work! "

Jiang Jiaotao took a sip of wine slowly, at that time she only thought of one sentence.

Sows wear bras, one set after another.

"It means that the method of judging whether a person has money by yourself is not feasible, so what does it mean?" Bian Yingning's serious and cautious attitude seemed to be facing some important topic.

Explain that she should not come to the meal.

Even if she went back to eat a simple bowl of instant noodles by herself, at least she would be quiet and happy, unlike now.

Fighting ethnic dolls are not as good as you.

To sum up, Bian Yingning draws an important argument.

"—It means that you don't want to work hard to find a backer, this kind of thinking is not acceptable." Bian Yingning was not annoyed when Jiang Jiaotao didn't respond, and solemnly brought out the main point of what she wanted to say.

Jiang Jiaotao was dumbfounded: "Then I should?"

Bian Yingning resolutely poured herself half a cup of herbal tea: "So, listen to my advice, you can never rely on others, you can only succeed in everything by yourself."

"..." Having said so much, it's better not to say it.

Jiang Jiaotao lost interest: "If you want to tell me these things, then you don't have to."

Hearing this, Bian Yingning was not shocked, she brushed off the burdock on the table, and took Jiang Jiaotao's hand that was still holding the beer can.

Jiang Jiaotao glanced down and looked at the overlapping hands of the two.

Bian Yingning said slowly and heavily: "Do you know why I pay such a high price to learn dance from you when I am so picky?"

"Why?" Jiang Jiaotao also wanted to know about this.

"Because the moment I first saw you dancing on stage, I loved you, your dance, and your people...

I really want to make friends with you, so here, I can be regarded as a person with sisters and friends. "

[Host cake painting experience +10]

System: "..." These words sound familiar.

Bian Yingning's last words touched Jiang Jiaotao's heart. For so many years, she has been alone, and she asked herself that she doesn't need friends.

But... the other hand holding her hand is so warm, with a softness and peace of mind that doesn't belong to her.

"There was no fate between us," Bian Yingning looked into Jiang Jiaotao's eyes tenderly: "It's all up to me to spend money."

Bian Yingning waited quietly for Jiang Jiaotao's answer, but the one who answered her was the boss who came over with two plates of fried skewers they ordered, and added: "Let's make it."

"..."

As a last resort, Bian Yingning withdrew her hand, and both of them sat upright.

When no one is near, it seems that you can say anything, but suddenly there is an outsider, and everything becomes different again.

Both of them were drinking something while looking to their right, staggering their eyes from each other.

The boss put the fried skewers for them and left.

The small dining table fell silent again.

"If it's just because of this, then you don't need to waste money just to get to know me." After a long time, Jiang Jiaotao whispered.

"Actually, it's not just because of this. I really think you dance very well. I want to learn it myself."

"Um……"

The atmosphere became awkward.

Bian Yingning glanced at Jiang Jiaotao secretly, and asked the system in her heart: "Did I use too much force?"

"No host, very good, keep going!"

Bian Yingning pushed the fried skewers on the table: "Eat, otherwise it won't taste good if it gets cold."

For the rest of the time, the two ate in silence, occasionally saying a few irrelevant words.

After drinking and eating, Bian Yingning wanted to send Jiang Jiaotao back, but Jiang Jiaotao waved her hand and said no: "I just drank two cans of beer, it's not the same as drinking water, it's unnecessary."

Bian Yingning: "..." My sister is so annoying.

Watching Jiang Jiaotao get into the car and leave, Bian Yingning still stood by the roadside for a while.

A person who insists on a principle that has not changed for nearly 30 years, but is changed one day, even if her approach is wrong, it should not kill people.

What does it feel like to become the person you least want to be.

……

Ever since Hua Jiangrong lost the Brilliant Goddess Award, her resources began to decline.

Outsiders may not know it, but she knows that many of her resources are not as good as that of Mu Mu.

If she wants to maintain her top position in this circle, she needs a very popular drama to compete for this award next year.

Only when she wins the Brilliant Goddess Award, can she gain a firm foothold in this circle.

Recently, Director Lei, a well-known director, heard that there is a script adapted from a big IP. The script is very beautiful and has its own traffic.

Hua Jiangrong was a little moved, but unexpectedly, before she sent anyone to investigate Director Lei's intentions, he sent an invitation to himself first, saying that he wanted to invite her to Suowei for dinner.

Her manager guessed that she wanted Hua Jiangrong to act in his new script, so she was so happy that she quickly dressed Hua Jiangrong up, and rushed over without thinking about it.

When I got to the private room, I realized that not only Director Lei was there, but also a familiar producer.

Hua Jiangrong invisibly restrained her expression.

Her manager was almost on fire, and the producer's face changed when he saw the big belly and smiled lewdly.

She knew what kind of thoughts this person had towards her artist, and there were many hints of harassment in the past.

"Yo, Huaying is coming, please come in quickly." Director Lei's attitude tonight is also different from usual. There is a bouquet of white flowers on the dining table. light.

Hua Jiangrong and her manager looked at each other, knowing clearly that this is a grand banquet tonight.

As soon as the two sat down, Director Lei and the producer persuaded him to drink after a simple exchange of pleasantries.

Hua Jiangrong raised her glass and touched the two of them, her lips only touched the wine, but she didn't drink it.

"Jiang Rong, I have always been very optimistic about you. I invited you here today, and I also want to talk to you about our cooperation. Currently I have a drama in my hand. I don't know if you have heard about it..."

Director Lei introduced the script, and the two of them didn't seem to have any unusual actions apart from being more enthusiastic.

But Hua Jiangrong was still cautious.

"Of course, I don't need to inquire about Director Lei's play, and news will come to me automatically. Who would want to have such a small chance to appear in Director Lei's play, and I am no exception."

"Hahahaha," Director Lei smiled happily, "That's right, we would like to invite you to play the role of the second female lead in this drama."

"Second girl?" Hua Jiangrong lingered these two words between her lips and teeth.

"Yes, it may sound like you may think that this 'female second' is a little less expensive than the protagonist, but in fact this role still occupies a large proportion in the play, and it is a rather lovable character."

Hua Jiangrong nodded to show that she understood, and asked casually, "Where's the first girl?"

"Female one, the female one is still pending, we have to see the situation." This was said by the producer next to him, and when he said this, his fiery eyes were glued to Hua Jiangrong's body.

A smart person understands the meaning of the other party in an instant.

Does she want this drama, Hua Jiangrong asked herself.

The answer is yes.

But depending on the situation, the show will ultimately be in charge of this producer.

So is she willing?

She doesn't want to.

If she spends more than half a year working with someone who makes her sick whenever she sees it, then she won't be happy even if she wins any award.

So Hua Jiangrong stood up: "I'm really sorry, Director Lei and Producer Chen, I won't waste your time if I can't meet the current schedule."

Speaking of which, Hua Jiangrong took her agent and wanted to go out, but suddenly found that her agent had slumped on the chair.

"Sister Tang? Sister?" Hua Jiangrong frowned and called out to her manager...but the manager's eyes were closed and she didn't get the slightest response.

"You..." Hua Jiangrong couldn't help but think of the glass of wine, and she looked at the two of them with hatred: "What did you do?"

Director Lei's expression was a bit complicated, and Producer Chen's expression was the arrogance of a successful trick.

"Hua Jiangrong, don't you usually stand tall, why are you so helpless now?" The producer smiled and got up and leaned over.

Hua Jiangrong quickly stepped back to touch the door of the private room, but found that the door could not be opened because it was locked or something.

She glared at Director Lei like a knife in her eyes: "Director Lei, we have worked together so many times, and I have always respected you very much. I didn't expect you to be such a person."

……

After filming Director Lei entering the hotel and fully armed Hua Jiangrong also entered the hotel, the paparazzi who was hiding behind the bushes at the hotel door was just about to stand up, but someone grabbed his shoulders.

His heart trembled, and when he turned his head to look, there was a giant palm as big as a sunflower fan on his shoulder. He raised his head and faced a fierce and strong man.

"You..." Before the paparazzi could utter a word, he slashed with a hand knife. The paparazzi rolled his eyes and passed out.

The eight-foot bodyguard dragged him to the side of the luxury car on the street corner like a chicken.

The bodyguard respectfully handed the camera to Bian Yingning who was sitting in the back seat playing with her nails.

Bian Yingning took it and looked at the photos inside.

"It's not a bad shot."

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Highlighted reminder: Bian completes the task entirely by mouth, if he feels unwell, stop the loss in time (be nice)