Until the end of dinner, Zhang Wei and Old Zhao tacitly didn't mention Zhao Haitang's contract.
After dinner, Dali helped the half-drunk Zhang Wei out of the dining room.
There was nothing he could do. Zhang Wei did not expect Old Zhao, this thick-browed and big-eyed fellow, to be so good at persuading people to drink.
In terms of alcohol tolerance, Zhang Wei, a newbie, was still unable to compete with Old Zhao, a veteran in the business world.
Dali helped Zhang Wei into the car. The car belonged to Old Zhao. Old Zhao instructed the driver to send the two of them to the car before taking the car back.
Zhang Wei was lying on top of Dali.
Smelling the fresh scent on Dali's body, Zhang Wei quickly fell asleep.
Fortunately, although Zhang Wei's alcohol tolerance was not very good, at least he did not make a scene when he was drunk.
The next morning, Zhang Wei covered his head and lay down on the bed with a hangover.
She was wearing pajamas, and the most amazing thing was that even her underwear had been changed.
"Yo, Young Master Zhang, you're up?"
As soon as she went out, she bumped into Hu Yifei, who was hanging clothes on the balcony.
"How did I get back last night?"
Zhang Wei rubbed his head, thinking that he had to get the skill of not getting drunk after drinking a thousand glasses next time. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing every time he got drunk.
"How did you come back?"
Hu Yifei looked at Zhang Wei speechlessly.
"Last night, Dali carried you up from downstairs and took care of you until midnight. She woke up early this morning to go to work. There's some hangover soup she made for you in the fridge.”
Zhang Wei stood where he was and tried to recall. However, he only remembered how he left the restaurant last night and how he got into the car. He could not remember anything else after that.
Forget it, why don't I just make Dali a lunch filled with love and send it over?
That was a good idea.
After washing up, Hu Yifei also helped to prepare the hangover soup. Zhang Wei drank while thinking about what kind of lunch he should make for Dali.
As for consulting Hu Yifei?
Forget it!
Although Hu Yifei's cooking skills had been trained over the years, it had already reached a level where she would not eat people to death.
However, when he recalled the last time he ate half a sponge from the fried rice, Zhang Wei was afraid.
If he asked Hu Yifei, it would not be a lunch of love, but a lunch of murder.
"Take your time. I still have class later, so I'll leave first.”
With that, Hu Yifei stood up and was about to leave.
"Where's the curry sauce?"
Zhang Wei looked around the room strangely. He had just woken up today and had not arranged any work for Curry Jam!
"Don't mention it. She accidentally caught a cold last night. She was afraid of spreading it to us, so she moved upstairs to my room.”
Hu Yifei stood in front of the door and changed her shoes as she spoke to Zhang Wei.
After drinking the hangover soup, Zhang Wei felt a little better.
"By the way, I haven't received yesterday's sign-in reward yet!”
"System, receive your reward."
"The reward is being distributed. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward, the big gift bag of web novels.”
“？？？”
Zhang Wei felt a huge amount of information in his mind.
He was just thinking about it. There was no need to really be a lousy writer, right?
Moreover, he only wanted to write one, but the system gave him a big gift?
What was the meaning of this?
You want me to go down the path of plagiarism?
You don't want it? Writing was very tiring.
Unfortunately, Zhang Wei's system had no intelligence and could not answer Zhang Wei's question.
"The case of Curry Sauce will be held tomorrow. Although it's just a formality, there's still a check-in mission.”
Zhang Wei sat on the sofa and thought about his life. Then, he picked up his phone and started looking for a menu.
Actually, there were all kinds of tutorial on the Internet. As long as one was not an idiot, they would definitely be able to make a similar dish by following the instructions.
Except for Hu Yifei.
Zhang Wei really couldn't figure out how she managed to get the sponge in.
Fried beef with scallion, Kung Pao chicken, seaweed soup, and a heart egg.
Other than the fact that Zhang Wei didn't control the heat well and fried the egg three times, everything else was very successful.
Zhang Wei reminded himself to buy a car again when he was taking a taxi downstairs with the lunchbox in his hand.
Unfortunately, there seemed to be special circumstances every time, causing his plans to be delayed.
Later literature
Zhang Wei remembered that it was one of the top three online literature bases in the country.
However, it seemed that the development of online literature in this world was relatively slow, so the popular novels were not interesting.
In Zhang Wei's opinion, it was simply an insult to one's intelligence.
"What the hell? Brother, you haven't updated for three days.”
"Leave? What leave? If the readers didn't have novels to read, how were they going to make up for the lost readers?”
"What is it? A recommendation? You still have the cheek to recommend someone with such rubbish results?”
"Let me tell you, I've already issued a kill order in the game. As long as you don't update your novel, the kill order won't be removed.”
Zhang Wei had just entered the company and arrived at the editorial department. The entire editorial department was like a war. The noisy sounds instantly drilled into Zhang Wei's ears.
It was not easy to find Dali, but Dali was constantly rushing for the draft on the phone and had no time to pay attention to Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei could only wait at the side.
However, Zhang Wei did not expect that he would wait for more than an hour.
It was almost afternoon, and Dali had just finished his call. Rubbing his neck, he came to Zhang Wei.
A new book seedling, asking for flowers, asking for everything!!!!!!!!!
Ah, big shots!
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