Chapter 22: Look beyond the surface

[Tb123067: Two dollars and one episode, why don’t you grab it? 】
This hot comment was quickly praised by tens of thousands.
Chen Zhang personally responded: This is the voice that can make the audience listen to crying at the scene.
The picture invites the moment when the Marines leave two lines of tears.
When a person goes from black to extreme, he leaves no room for those who want to black.
In less than five minutes, the criticism has transformed:
[Wine Lantern Festival: Dao friends are sorry! Pressing the curiosity, I just went to listen to an episode. 】
[Dahekan: You are not alone. Admire the author! I could have read the whole chapter with emotional ups and downs. 】
[Tb12307: md, not under control! I bought six episodes without paying attention. 】
It's not just netizens who are listening.
"The big brother, except for having money and having a good face, can beat me... How blind is love so that she can't see me!"
The voice in the channel is clear and full of eager emotions.
After listening to two episodes, Yin Ronglan shook his head with a smile.
"Confessions" has entered the fee section, Chen Zhang only said that he does not rely on codewords to make money. In fact, there are many loopholes in this sentence. For example, if the reader rewards alone, it can also be classified as other income.
The staff in the company told him to pay each other's friendship, and Yin Ronglan even prepared a lot of rewards to fulfill the other party's wish, so that Chen Zhan won the game firmly.
Unfortunately, that person didn't need this opportunity at all.
When the subordinate entered the office, the door was false, and he reached out and knocked twice.
"Come in."
As soon as I opened the door, I heard another very different voice.
The subordinates were stunned... This is not listening to "Confessions"?
Since the last time the boss chased the crew, he dreamed of connecting with each other. Now, with his own eyes, the tall president is really trying to make friends outside of business cooperation.
--terrible.
Seeing the contract in his hands, Yin Ronglan did not immediately ask about the matter, but instead said: "How is NJStar's listening channel divided?"
Subordinate: "Wait a moment."
In less than two minutes, he finished the inquiry: "The website extracts 20%."
After a day of fermentation, "Confessions" has long been on the top of the rankings. The mobile single episode has 90,000 downloads, and the gains can be much higher than the 70,000 Chen Chen first proposed.
Needless to say, this time the opponent has won the game completely.
When I thought of it, I sighed softly: "Business minds are top-notch."
Since it is the friend of the president, it is natural to be brainless. The subordinate seized the opportunity and echoed: "Few people can not be limited to one aspect, with the first bit of traffic, they have achieved all channels of fishing."
"He is indeed very powerful." Yin Ronglan said: "The flexibility even exceeds me."
There was a silence: "Compared to him, I would only start a company and follow the same sales model day after day."
"..."
The subordinates do their utmost to prevent the eyelids from beating...Yes, hundreds of billions of sales a year can grieve you.
Fortunately, Yin Ronglan didn't intend to talk more about this issue, and his attention returned to the contract and began to deal with the matter.
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The income from listening to the book channel even exceeded the income from writing, and Chen Zhang was stunned when he saw it. Thinking about it, some people are too lazy to read the text, and listening to the book can just satisfy them.
"System, what is my current whitewash value?"
[System: 1080. 】
After giving the answer, I never said another word.
This is different from the previous system.
Chen Zhan frowned: "Changed?"
[System: Changing the system refers to changing from one system to another. The vocabulary is included in the twenty-three years of Tianyuan. 】
The sound does not have the usual agility, and the mechanical sound is unchanged.
"You are a little strange," Chen Zhan frowned: "What happened?"
[System: Big things become small. 】
Several questions were asked one after another, and all the answers I got were that the bull's head was not right. Chen Zhan gradually realized what... This was because he was not prepared to work.
As expected, the system secretly returned to his hometown and province as early as a few days ago, remembering that Chen Zhang rarely uses the system in his daily life and should not be discovered.
Just in case, it also adopted the on-hook mode.
After being silent for a while, Chen Zhang did not show any dissatisfaction, but only left a pen on the small book in which materials were usually recorded.
Seeing that it was still early, I brought a hat and bought a lot of fabrics and needles in the nearby trading city.
When he was dressed in grosgrain, like the Persian businessman in the history book reappearing at the door of the unit, it was already two hours later. Holding the fabric high up in the base, he saw a figure in front of him.
"Let me give up."
Instead of moving, the man took part of the fabric from his hands.
Without the obstruction of sight, Chen Zhang saw the coming person clearly: "Mr. Yin?"
Yin Ronglan: "Don't call it so much, just call the name."
Climbing up and looking for the key, I asked, "When did you come?"
"Not long."
Chen Zhang knows him quite well, and it didn't take long to represent at least ten minutes: "It's so cold, why don't you go sit at the door for a while?"
"The old man went to the scrap station."
After entering the door to unload the goods, Chen Zhangchang breathed a sigh of relief, and the soreness of his arm was relieved instantly.
Looking at the colorful fabrics, Yin Ronglan's eyes were a little complicated: "Used for manual work?"
Chen Zhan smiled slightly with his arms, and for a while he made a please gesture.
The thread was entangled in a cat-like hairball, and Chen Zhan pulled a box of cotton wool from the bed, and the otherwise clean room instantly became messy. He started his work orderly and threw a thread to Yin Ronglan: "Pierce the needle."
Unexpectedly, Yin Ronglan penetrated the needle very quickly and received his incredible gaze, explaining: "I used to do it occasionally."
Chen Zhang remembered that the people in front of him also had a hard time.
With the sunset on the west mountain, the lights turned on and the warm colors hit Chen Zhang, his eyes full of seriousness.
Yin Ronglan couldn't help looking at it for a while, and whispered: "Looking at you like this reminds me of a sentence."
Chen Zhanli sewed the facial features of the baby on the floor, and naturally received: "The mother's hand is on the line, and the wanderer's shirt."
"..."
Holding the scissors to dispose of the thread, Chen Zhang looked up at him: "Normal people will be ready to write this poem."
The verse seems to be magical. When Yin Ronglan looked at him again, he actually saw such a glimmer of motherhood under the soft lighting effect.
Chen Zhang stopped and said, "Oh, what did you want to say?"
"……forget."
The next time, Chen Zhang seriously told him how to sew.
Yin Ronglan was very sensible, and after roughly understanding, said: "More than one hundred, at least half a month."
Chen Zhang: "Why, the sewing machine I bought will be available in two days."
The words are bland, and true and false cannot be heard.
Until his eyes met, Yin Ronglan's eyelids flicked in silence, but he didn't expect to learn to step on the sewing machine after many years of success.
Time lapsed in silence, Chen Zhan gradually felt a bit sore eyes, put down his hand and leaned on the edge of the bed to raise his head and prepare to squint for a while. When I became conscious again, it was because there was a slight warmth on my face. Lazily raised his eyelids, only to find out that I don't know when, the sky is already bright, the sunlight is slanting, almost covering most of his body.
Yin Ronglan was lying opposite, the amulet temporarily acting as a pillow.
At this moment, the person has slowly turned to wake up, and after seeing the time, he pressed the temple. Compared with sewing dolls, cumbersome contract handling is nothing.
The feeling of fasting is not easy, Chen Zhang is ready to order a takeaway, asking if he needs it.
Yin Ronglan shook his head and expressed his disappointment: "I still have something to do."
Chen Zhang escorted him to the door: "There is time to come at any time."
Yin Ronglan nodded.
Chen Zhang asked for a rental car, and when he got on the bus, he waved his hand and said: "Me and the remaining fifty-five dolls will always be waiting for you."
Finally, the temperature has risen a little bit. Whether it is a taxi driver or Yin Ronglan, they all feel some coolness that was only in the early morning.
Waiting for the car to drive a distance, Yin Ronglan received the news from Chen Zhangfa: The gambling contract was returned to the gambling contract, and I would pay the manual fee separately.
Some pleasant emotions appeared in the eyes, and after making a call, his eyes returned to calm.
"Mr. Yin." The voice over there was spirited.
Yin Ronglan: "I may come to the company later, you let Xiao Zhao pick me up."
Fatigue was relieved after taking a shower at home, changed into a suit, and sat on the sofa looking at the empty room, like watching a huge deep sea vortex.
When the subordinate arrived, he rang the doorbell twice at the door to call back his attention.
"Mr. Yin, good morning." The young man is always willing to show his vitality in front of his boss.
Yin Ronglan returned to business as usual and responded: "Good morning."
After getting on the bus, the subordinate noticed that the boss was slightly tired, and took the initiative to open the topic: "Have you not rested yet?"
Yin Ronglan: "Last night with a friend, I didn't sleep much."
Speaking of which, the tone seems a lot easier.
The subordinates have summed up a set of processes for the boss to make friends: pretending to be poor → sympathizing → generally spreading the net to increase the time spent together → closing the net.
Thinking this way, it's quite like chasing someone in love.
Shaking his head away from the terrible thoughts and speculating on the other party's mood, the subordinates begged sideways to say: "It's really not easy to meet a friend or two who have a chance.
Yin Ronglan looked at the window and was silent for a while, suddenly said: "Do you think he will also feel fortune with me?"
The subordinates were tight and smiled stiffly: "Of course."
After listening, Yin Ronglan did not reveal the happy emotion as he expected. The subordinates exhaled lightly and lamented the boss's mind.
Outside the window, Yin Ronglan placed his hands in front of him casually, and analyzed Chen Zhang's behavior rationally.
In the eyes of the other party, he is a poor friend who is not doing business, and Chen Zhang has mentioned the concept of common prosperity several times. Among so many things that can be used to make bets, I chose to live by hand.
Starting from the above ideas, it is more like trying to let yourself master the skills, even if you fail, you can also help by means of manual fees.
His eyes narrowed slightly, speculating about Chen Zhang's true purpose—
Oh, it turns out he is helping the poor.
The author has something to say: Chen Zhang: Our slogan is...Together!
Yin Ronglan (looked at the innumerable numbers of the passbook): ...you are happy.