The King of Advertising

Qiu Xu, who turned off his mobile phone, curbed his indulgence and began to think about his future in this world.

The family is not a wealthy home, and there is no rich family property for him to squander.

My father was a programmer. He was optimized and laid off by the company when he was thirty-five. After that, he changed several jobs. Now an online shopping company does website and data maintenance work.

My mother is doing financial work in a FMCG marketing agency.

The salary of both parents is the local average.

In the first half of the year, the family also took out the property they had accumulated for many years and paid a down payment to buy a two-bedroom, two-living commercial house for Qiu Xu.

In addition to Qiu Xu’s out-of-pocket payment of three thousand for the monthly mortgage, most of the additional support from his parents is required.

If Qiu Xu wants to live a leisurely and enjoy life, he can only rely on his own efforts.

Rely on the unique opportunity for new students to continue to carry text and engage in literary creation?

Qiu Xu thought about the inventory in his mind, and shook his head disappointedly.

He knows a lot of works that are not available in this world, but the only thing he can remember in his mind is the title and content of the book.

Rely on your own literary skills to recreate these time-tested literary works?

For the same table of ingredients, some people can make mouth-watering delicacies, while others can only make a table of dark dishes.

Qiu Xu thought to himself that he would be able to make a table of tasteless and pitiful chicken ribs.

Back then, the reason why he was able to carry the world's literary masterpieces without many mistakes was because Xiao Qiu Xu, who was in middle school at that time, had to read some world masterpieces in accordance with the requirements of the school.

It can be said that he followed Xiao Qiu Xu's intensive reading progress and copied it again.

A few years later, Xiao Qiu Xu stopped reading literary masterpieces, and because of his worsening illness, he stopped engaging in "creation".

In the last few years, his condition was so serious that he couldn't even turn his eyeballs. He could only wait helplessly for death, and his thinking was no longer clear. The daily way of killing time was mainly watching TV, listening to music, listening to the radio...

As Qiu Xu sorted out the resources available to him, a sudden alert from his body made him squeeze the brakes.

A red Audi TT roadster carrying a man and a woman was inserted obliquely into the non-motorized lane, blocking Qiu Xu.

Watching the front wheel of the bicycle hit the sports car just a little bit, Qiu Xu was shocked in a cold sweat.

Seeing the slanting expression on the young man in the driving seat, Qiu Xu immediately became furious and shouted: "Zhang Heng, are you tired of your life and want to be beaten again?"

Zhang Heng, who was driving, was an alumnus of his high school class, and he was a man of great influence in middle school, relying on his family's wealth.

During the third year of high school, the two had a conflict because of a girl.

Zhang Heng was bitterly beaten by Qiu Xu. Since then, he saw Qiu Xu and took a detour.

After graduating from high school, the two have not met for several years.

When Qiu Xu saw this guy's expression, he knew that this bastard had driven the car like this on purpose.

Zhang Heng stopped the car by the side of the road and got out.

The beautiful woman with delicate makeup and cool and sexy clothes in the passenger seat also got out of the car, took Zhang Heng's arm, and came to Qiu Xu together.

Zhang Heng looked up at Qiu Xu, who was more than half his height, and exaggerated the tone of the beauties around him: "Xiaomei, let me introduce to you, my high school classmate, in middle school, was the favorite of girls. !"

"At that time, there were boys who played basketball, there were girls who liked them, boys who played guitar, there were girls who liked them, boys who danced hip-hop, there were girls who liked it, boys who played skateboarding, and some girls."

He pointed Qiu Xu with his finger, and continued: "Xiaomei, don't you know that he has all these advantages."

"You can imagine how popular he is with girls."

The beauty who was called Xiaomei said tiredly: "Brother Heng, that's just the preference of a little girl who doesn't understand anything."

"Little girls will always grow up."

"Girls who grow up will only like..."

Xiao Mei leaned on Zhang Heng softly, and said softly, "Like you, a man who is rich and angry...and rough."

"Playing basketball and guitar? What's the use? Can it be eaten?"

"Haha, Xiaomei, I like your words!"

Zhang Heng grabbed Xiaomei's waist hard, and said hurriedly: "My wealth is big, and that anger, you have a deep understanding."

He looked at Qiu Xu again and said teasingly: "Qiu Xu, I heard that you are a single dog now."

"Is it true?"

Qiu Xu didn't bother to take care of the dog and the dog, pushed his bike forward and shouted: "Get out of the way, a good dog won't get in the way!"

Zhang Heng hurriedly let go of Xiaomei and took a step back, only to see a little dust on the pants on the inner side of his legs.

He angrily said: "Qiu Xu, if you don't want your dad to be unemployed, please apologize to me quickly!"

"My dad is unemployed?"

Qiu Xu made a light cut and mocked: "You can make my dad unemployed, what dream do you have?"

"You don't even know?"

Zhang Heng gave a sigh, looked at Qiu Xu's expression, and suddenly smiled: "It seems that you really don't know."

"That's interesting!"

He clapped his hands and smiled triumphantly: "Some time ago, my father asked me to participate in the management of the wine company and saw a middle-aged stevedore in the storage department."

"The look of deja vu reminds me of someone."

"Later, I went to the personnel department to call in the personnel file and it turned out to be someone's father Qiu Hongqing."

"Tsk tsk..."

Hearing this, Qiu Xu's heart sank.

This kind of thing is easy to verify, he doesn't think this bastard will lie.

In other words, my dad is really a stevedore in his company.

Dad was worried about his family and his own face, so he kept hiding from his mother, himself and Xiao Ran?

For a while, Qiu Xu was in a complicated mood.

At this moment, Zhang Heng gritted his teeth and said: "Qiu Xu, it's not as simple as apologizing now."

"I remember the one that year."

"Either, you let me slap, and we'll clean up the matter. If you beg me, I might arrange a leisurely job for your dad."

"Either, I will fire your dad..."

Zhang Heng changed his mind again and sneered: "Loader, sometimes it is inevitable to encounter some accidents such as bumps..."

Before he finished saying this, Qiu Xu grabbed his collar and shouted, "Qiu Xu, what are you doing?"

"Think about your father's job first..."

Qiu Xu snorted coldly, "Zhang Heng, now I am capable of letting my family lead a better life."

"Your job is not rare!"

"Aren't you still fresh in the memory of that one back then?"

"I will give you some more impression..."

Qiu Xu threw a punch and punched Zhang Heng's left chin...

Watching Zhang Heng drive away Xiaomei in a hurry, Qiu Xu took out his mobile phone, turned it on, and dialed his father's number.

"Dad, I beat Zhang Heng again."

"Which Zhang Heng?" Dad's concerned voice came again on the phone, "Son, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!"

Qiu Xu explained: "The son of the owner of Shengda Liquor, my high school alumnus, he threatened me with your job."

The phone was quiet for a while before I heard my father's voice, "You know?"

Qiu Xu gave a hum, and then said, "Dad, I'm sorry, I let you and mom down."

"I assure you that starting from today, I will work hard and make more money to support my family, and I won't worry about you and mom anymore."

My dad's voice immediately became clear, "I can make you sensible and know that I work hard. I lose this job and it's worth it."

"Son, you don't have to worry about home."

"It's hard to find jobs in software and computers. Hard-working jobs are everywhere."

"I can hold on for a few more years."

Qiu Xu's nose was a little sour.

He tried to keep his voice normal, "Dad, if you are determined, I won't say much, you will see my future performance..."

After ending the call with his father, Qiu Xu found that the phone had a few more voice messages.

He clicked on a voice from the boss, "Qiu Xu, if you can't reach the company within 30 minutes, you will never use it."

Qiu Xu looked at the current time.

I wiped it, but two thirty minutes have passed...