Chapter 10 10

Gao Yuan is coming back soon, and as soon as he comes back, I will become his companion, eating, sleeping, playing, and socializing with him... To sum it up, it can be summed up in two words---losing money.So I have to finish all the things I should be busy with before he comes back. I still expect Gao Yuan to marry me. I really have to behave well. Gao Yuan looks a little like me, with small eyes, a long face, and a temper similar to Lu Xun. Although he is a director, he is not well-known and has never been on TV so far.But he starred in a movie very early. When he was about 7 or 8 years old, a film studio made a health-themed educational film, which mainly talked about how to prevent hepatitis B. Gao Gao played a child in it.I haven't seen that movie, but I absolutely believe that Gao Yuan is a qualified special-type actor, just like Gu Yue playing Chairman Mao, no matter how you look at it, even today, he looks a little sick, and his complexion is more than ordinary people yellow.

A cultural company in Beijing recently made an appointment with me for a manuscript, saying that it would pay me 1,000 words and 100 yuan as the remuneration. That day, I spotted a pair of leather shoes in Shuangan Shopping Mall, and it cost more than 800 yuan. I calculated and decided. The one who wrote it cost a thousand dollars, and bought those leather shoes back. Once I came back from the plateau, I would have to eat and drink with him everywhere, and I should also dress up. In the afternoon, people from the cultural company called and said they wanted to pick up the manuscript. I said don’t run away. I’ll send it to you from the Internet. The other party said no, no, it’s the first time I’ve made an appointment with you for a manuscript. I will meet you and send you the manuscript fee by the way. He called "you" and "Mr. Chu Xiao" on the phone so that I feel really uncomfortable. I feel that he is shabby for me. Even Master Zhang who repairs bicycles at the gate of our courtyard can also be called Zhang Gong (Engineer).But you have to admit that the rules of the game in this world are like this. Intangible assets like fame can be exchanged into RMB at any time. Of course, the amount of exchange is directly proportional to the size of the fame.

I have a bit of a cold recently. The flu has been rampant in Beijing recently. It is always said on TV that the flu germs are so rampant because the weather is not cold enough, but I always feel that catching a cold is the same as being infected with AIDS. Because self-protection is not enough, I must belong to insufficient self-protection. There are too many people in Beijing. The population of Haidian District alone is more than 6 million, more than 6 million. This number, even ants, would have to be densely packed on the college road for several kilometers, let alone people, so the phenomenon of traffic jams What happened in Beijing is as confident as the United States throwing missiles at Yugoslavia.

I was a little dizzy, and I wandered to the McDonald's near my house.Basically, I still have a little affection for McDonald’s. When I first met Gao Yuan, I was still a tabloid reporter. Comrade Gao Yuan bought me a McDonald’s Big Mac meal one day, which was similar to my stomach cover. It didn’t take long. My stomach can't hold it anymore, and if I can't eat McDonald's for a day, my brain nerves will go on strike, and my mind will be full of plateaus. At that time, my feelings for Gao Yuan were still very simple, and I felt from the bottom of my heart that Gao Yuan was really willing to spend money on me. A McDonald’s a day cost more than 30 yuan!

Just when my thoughts were immersed in the memories of the plateau comrades who served a McDonald's a day, an accident happened. A bicycle was traveling in the wrong direction and rushed towards me.The car accident was fierce, that's right. I finally escaped at the last moment. The driver of the bicycle was too faceless. After struggling a few times, he finally fell down with the car and a box of lunch on the back of the bicycle. All over the place, the braised pork still looked hot. You say how unfair the world is, a certain third-rate singer drives a red Porsche in the south, and our working people in the north drive a 28-year-old Feige without a brake.