As soon as Miss Zhao hung up, Boss Li called.
Wu Ye said in his heart. Now he knew how to be anxious. Hmph, what should he have done earlier?
Wu Ye deliberately dragged out his voice." Hello, who is it? Or are you looking for Bald Qiang? I already said that he's not here. Aiya, the signal is bad, so I can't hear you clearly. Call back later."”
" Bald Qiang, what the hell are you doing..." Boss Li's angry roar came from the phone. Wu Ye felt that the phone was about to explode.
Wu Ye hung up the phone and scolded,"What the hell are you doing? F * ck your sister. If you provoke me, Bald Qiang, then f * ck your sister.”
Wu Ye checked his gold coins. He still had 186 gold coins on him. He spent 10 gold coins to learn level 2 writing.
Level 2 writing was no longer limited to children's songs. He could also write poems. Many poems that Wu Ye had never seen or heard before popped up in his mind.
Wu Ye was really shocked. So there were so many "sh * t people" who could actually write so well.
Moreover, poems were not as rigorous as ancient poems. A few scattered words could become a poem, and tens of thousands of words could become a song.
Narrated poems, lyric poems, rhythmic poems, free poems, and prose poems were all at Wu Ye's fingertips.
New Moon Sect, Nine Leaves Sect, Lakeside Sect, Spring Grass Sect, Hazy Sect, Wu Ye had mastered all of them.
Xu Zhimo, Dai Wangshu, Ai Qing, Shu Ting, Niu Han, Hai Zi, Wu Ye could all compete.
Those classic poems were slowly written under Wu Ye's pen." Farewell to Kangqiao Again,"" Rainy Lane,"" Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom."
Dante, Byron, Homer, Pushkin, Tagore, Wu Ye was like a sea that was filled with rivers, absorbing the strengths of many schools. No matter what style you had, no matter if you wrote a long poem or a short poem, you could write it with deep feelings and resonate with others.
There were also countless poems written by online poets and even primary school students. They were all circling in Wu Ye's mind.
Wu Ye's favorite song was still 'Crossing Half of China to Sleep with You':
Actually, sleeping with you and being slept with by you are almost the same.
Two sets of meat. The force of the collision of bodies is nothing more than a flower that blooms with this force.
It's just that the virtual spring of this flower makes us mistakenly think that life has been reopened
Everything was happening in half of China. Volcanoes are erupting, rivers are dying
Some political prisoners and refugees who are not cared about
Elk and red-crowned crane at gunpoint all the way
I'm going to sleep with you through the rain of bullets
I'm pushing countless dark nights into a dawn to sleep with you
I'm countless of me running into one, I'm going to sleep with you
Of course, I will also be led astray by some butterflies
Take some compliments as spring
Take a village similar to Hengdian as your hometown
and they
It's all an indispensable reason for me to sleep with you
Wu Ye had really gained some knowledge.'You're a shameless woman. You risked your life to sleep with someone, and yet you can still write so gracefully. You're really seeing ghosts.'
"If it was based on this standard, I would have become famous long ago."”
It was a pity that there was no internet in the forest. Otherwise, Wu Ye would also be prepared to recite poems online. He might also become popular overnight.
Wu Ye looked at the dark night outside the window, and suddenly inspiration came to him.
Night
It was black, it was dark.
The light says to the night, who are you, so silent.
Night says, I am but night.
Wu Ye quickly wrote down this elementary school poem. This was all to earn money.
"Ding, ding, ding…"
Wu Ye picked up the phone." Oh, Boss Li, I'm Bald Qiang. What's the matter?"”
"Bald Qiang, why did you only give me 20 pieces of wood? Ah, what are you doing in the forest?”
"Boss Li, the contract clearly states that you only need to supply 20 pieces of wood a day. I've already fulfilled the contract. The wood that exceeds the contract is 1000 yuan per piece.”As long as Wu Ye acted according to the contract, Boss Li would definitely be at his wit's end. Ten million compensation? Dream on.
"Bald Qiang, why don't you go rob them? Fine, you have guts. You will regret it. I'll give you another chance to consider.”
Wu Ye simply said," Consider your head. I'm in a poetic mood now. Stop bothering me. If there's anything, just get your lawyer to look for me. How annoying."”
Wu Ye hung up the phone. He was in a good mood. Taking advantage of this enthusiasm, he would write a few more articles.
Wu Ye improvised "Where Are We Going, Brother Qiang?"
Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, where are you going?
Don't think of any bad ideas with me around.
Big bear, big bear, let's go cut down trees,
I've been torturing you all the time.
Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, where are you going?
With me around, I'll cook delicious food every day.
Bear Two, Bear Two, let's go hunting.
I'll beat your ass again. It's okay.
Wu Ye looked at the masterpiece he had written. If he could teach the two stinking bears and hold a concert at the Vienna Music Hall, it would be so awesome to be sought after by hundreds of millions of fans around the world.
Other people would invite celebrities to help out, but Brother Qiang was different. He brought two bears on a global tour.
"Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, where are you going? You're going to Vienna to sing…Lalala, lalala, lalala…" Wu Ye snorted softly.
Brother Qiang is preparing to go back to the city to show off and slap his face. The flowers, the collection, the applause, they all moved to the beat of Brother Qiang.
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