Fairyland, Big Problem

"Mr. Wen."

Wen Jiu, who was about to get off work, received a call from the assistant to the president.

"President Lin and five old friends talked about late at night yesterday and are still resting now."

"It's not easy."

Considering that the average age of the founders of the five masked superman studios is nearly 60, it is really amazing that they can muster the courage to fight in a new chapter.

Assuming that yesterday's mission failed and President Lin was really tired, it was a reasonable result.

"Mr. Wen, President Lin has explained that he will pay you twice the price he received for the psychological consultation, and I will make the payment in advance."

Report the bank card number, the other party confirms that it is correct, and the transfer is completed.

"Mr. Wen will often come to Maple Leaf Publishing House in the future. I haven't seen President Lin in such high interest for a long time."

"There is a chance."

After finishing the call, Wen Jiu looked at the mobile phone interface. Didn't this broken mobile phone have a transfer reminder service?

In front of the phone, it's hard to ask the other party how much money to make. Thinking about President Lin's financial resources, the psychiatrist you can find will not be bad. Among them, there is even a big man like Professor Cui.

At the ATM across the street, Wen Jiu carefully put in the bank card. Those nervous actions made him think he was stealing another person's card.

When I crossed over, I only had 1000b in my bank account, I paid seven or eight hundred rent in the middle, and put thick wallpaper on the wall for more than two hundred. Even if I included the bounty and the remuneration of working in the supermarket, the deposit still did not return to its peak.

The money from Maple Leaf Publishing House determines whether Wen Jiu will be kicked out of Jiang Langcai's courtyard next month...

"The latest remittance, 6000b!"

Huh, there are enough.

If the money is halved and shared three times, it will be the normal price for President Lin's three psychological consultations.

"Wow, he usually goes to a psychiatrist and charges 1,000b an hour, which is really popular."

With 6000b in the account, Wen Jiu's biggest idea was to replace the broken carpet in the rental house.

The original low-quality plastic carpet had mildew like leopard print, and it was heart-wrenching. If it weren't for the fact that the dust on the wall directly threatened his health, Wen Jiu would choose to replace the carpet first.

The rotten bed also needs to be replaced... After careful calculation, it will cost a lot, and Wang Biao will be back soon, and the temporary job in the small supermarket will soon disappear.

In contrast, mobile phones are not in a hurry to replace.

The account balance seems to be high, but in fact it is not much. A similar situation also occurs in the Dream Points.

119 points, which is unprecedented. You can consult Meimeng 4 times, and you can also draw a prize of 100 points once.

The trouble is that there is only one New Moon Feather left, and Wen Jiu doesn't know what the so-called lottery can draw.

The purpose has not been decided yet. The ringtone came from the pocket, and the caller on the screen was Boss Zhang.

After accepting the bank card, Wen Jiu pressed the answer button.

"Have you rested?"

"No, it's empty." Boss Zhang made no secret of it, "Little brother Wenjiu, I'll drop off my friend at night, and you can help me take care of Zhang Anning."

The friends walked almost the same way, and the remaining fifty or sixty people dropped by and packed the bus together.

They played a pivotal role in their actions. Among them were colleagues who were influenced by Lin Zhengyi and devoted themselves to the animation industry. After reaching high positions, they contacted several other seniors.

When leaving tonight, Boss Zhang must send him off.

It just so happened that the bus was heading towards Tianma City next door, where Mrs. Zhang's family was. Boss Zhang went over there, and he and his wife will come back tomorrow.

"Okay, I'll take Zhang Anning with me."

Zhang Anning left a good impression on Wen Jiu, being well-behaved and sensible, mainly because Boss Zhang didn't cook today, and his son was still hungry, so he was worried about letting elementary school students cook...

"Can't you get some cooked food from the supermarket?"

"It was sold out when I woke up."

"It's really Zhang Anning's biological father..."

The fellows not only fulfilled their dream of working with President Lin, but also helped Wen Jiu a lot. It was right to send them a ride. The poor little guy was hungry until 19:00.

Behind the small supermarket, outside the house next to the warehouse, the little electric donkey stopped.

The flyer sent by Wen Jiu caused Boss Zhang to fall from the electric car, and it all started.

"Boss Zhang, can you drive?"

"It's okay to ride a battery car, but I didn't come back tonight. I went to my husband's house in Tianma City to pick up my wife, so I had to take the bus there."

The eye circles are much lighter than yesterday. Boss Zhang slept very calmly for most of the day. When he woke up, his son said that he laughed like a fool in his dream.

People feel refreshed at happy events, and their fatigue has not been completely eliminated, but it does not affect their normal activities.

Boss Zhang briefly told Wen Jiu about the good arrangement for seeing off the same.

Actually, there was no arrangement. They stayed in a hotel in the suburbs of Changle City, and the bus came directly to carry people.

Boss Zhang took the bus there, got on the bus with everyone, and got off at Tianma City.

"My son must go to bed before 23 o'clock at night, please take care of my little brother."

"Primary school students have to go to bed at 23 o'clock, which is late enough."

"Hey, it's all my bad habits."

Carrying to see the gifts from his father-in-law and mother-in-law, Boss Zhang disappeared outside the wall with some erratic footsteps.

Wen Jiu turned around and entered the house. Zhang Anning was writing and writing in the living room on the first floor, not pretending to be.

"Let me cook something for you, what do you want to eat?"

"What is it?"

"I don't know what your family has."

"Hahaha."

The little guy put down the pen and paper, jumped closer to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.

"Brother Wenjiu, can you grill chicken wings?"

"The chicken wings are going to be defrosted."

The plastic bag that Zhang Anning took out was frozen hard, and even if the water vapor was used to speed up the ice removal, it would take a while to toss.

"Well…"

"If you're not hungry, I can bake it for you."

"I'm hungry, but I can handle it!"

Touching his stomach, Zhang Anning's expression was firm, with an indomitable aura... It was used in this kind of place.

"Okay, I still have the beef **** I brought last time in the refrigerator. I'll make you a soup, and then the rice and vegetables will be very fast."

"Okay, brother Wenjiu, I'm going to do my homework."

"Write homework...is that active?"

"Because of my good homework and good test scores, my dad allowed me to watch anime."

Boss Zhang doesn't have too harsh requirements on his children, as long as his grades are on the upper side, he doesn't need to compete with others for the first place.

Therefore, Zhang Anning did not have too much extra pressure, and was used to scheduling his own time.

The chicken wings are defrosted and simply marinated. When they enter the oven, the rice and ball soup are ready, and the vegetables can be stir-fried at any time.

Ding dong.

The phone in the pocket vibrated slightly, and the short message ringtone came out.

Wen Jiu guessed which friend it would be. As far as his eyes could see, the text message on the screen automatically identified the number as the SWAT team.

Special Disaster Alert Team!

So far, this is the first time I received a short message from the SWAT team, and it was obviously a group message.

If there is a single evil and it will be dealt with quickly, the SWAT team will not send a group warning unless there is a large danger range.

This is the so-called "special disaster".

Looking closely at the emergency notification from the SWAT team, there is a group of evil creatures on the No. 117 road in the eastern suburbs of Changle City, which is 3 kilometers away from the city. Everyone please detour.

"Eastern suburbs, Route 117?!"

Ding-

The sound of the completion of the oven reminded Wen Jiu of not knowing it.

The road that Boss Zhang and his friends set off on this time is No. 117...