"Oh, where is this place?"

London is lost. In fact, getting lost is not important to London. Adhering to the key writing method inherited from the same line, the key issue she faces now is...

“I’m so hungry”

No matter how great a writer is, he will eventually be hungry. When the island was in flames and was evacuated to other nearby islands in the chaos, London was penniless. In addition, he didn't even know where he was, so naturally he had no money.

The solution is to go to an acquaintance's house to eat, drink and stay as usual.

After staying on this unknown island for more than two months, having fought with wild cats for food, wild dogs for nests, and vagrants with drinks, with public toilets serving as bathrooms and park benches serving as beds, London could no longer hold on.

"Young lady over there, are you short of money?"

A strange man with a pale face and a fancy mask walked over from an alley on one side. He covered London's ears with his bracelet and whispered.

"How do you know!? Can you read minds!?"

Covering her breasts that swayed due to excitement, she had flaxen hair, wore a navy blue dress and a white bottoming shirt, an off-white coat similar to a military uniform, and red glasses with the same color as her eyes.

Dezhi, who has been in contact with pen and ink all year round, has a scent of ink on her body. Compared with the rumored body fragrance, it is not that good, but it is not unpleasant. People can't help but have the illusion that she is happily studying ink and writing calligraphy in the bamboo forest.

"It's nothing. Don't be joking. I have a good job here. All you have to do is stand in front of the camera and smile. Do you want to do a job worth 10,000 yuan a day?"

After adjusting his mind, the masked man took out a business card and handed it to London. The thick black and gray frosted gold-gilded business card looked very grand, with an upside-down funny face printed on it.

"Dry!"

London agreed without even thinking about it. She only earned a few hundred thousand yuan from publishing a novel, and ten thousand from Laughing. London was already thinking deeply about how easy it would be to make a living selling laughter in the future.

"Before I go over, I want to ask a question, are you a chicken fan or a girl fan?"

This is a profound and heavy question. If it is not handled well, it will cause big trouble. Therefore, before filming, the masked man still has to ask clearly.

"Adoptive Daughter Party!"

Hearing London's answer, the masked man breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, London is a member of the chicken-raising party, and she has a similar appearance and temperament to her adopted daughter. If she were a chicken-raising party and came to shoot this film, she would probably have a drama in the middle of the filming.

"NiceBoat" is inserted.

"That's no problem. Our TMA agency happens to be filming a film about an adopted daughter this time."

As a major agency for COSPLAY films, TMA has always focused on recreating the original characters as much as possible and adding the action and love scenes they are best at. It is also a well-known agency in the animation circle.

"I've been waiting for a long time. It turns out you are here. Really, I promised you not to run around."

Being held by the strange man in front of her and pulled outwards, London, as a ship girl, would naturally not be pulled away. Since the man in front of her was not a hedgehog, she chose to break free from the other man's hand in a relatively friendly manner instead of releasing "BiliBili".

"Who are you?"

London's first reaction was that the other party was a joker who was trying to prevent him from making money. London, who was full of vigilance, prepared to summon the ship suit to show the other party that she was not someone to be trifled with.

"Ah ah ah, it really doesn't work. It's really unreliable for that unfortunate guy to pretend to be an acquaintance and take him away to fight naturally."

There was a rustling sound of hair being scratched, and London was stunned by the sudden deep kiss from the man in front of him.

The body that was not good at fighting lost its strength, and the body that was about to collapse was leaning on the man, and a burning sensation that had never been experienced before went straight to the brain.

"She is my woman, do you understand what I mean?"

After a moment of stalemate with the man, the masked man shook his fingers behind his back twice, and the figures in the alley dispersed.

"Tsk, you still come out to film a movie when you have a man, it's shameless."

Before leaving, he didn't forget to take back London's business card. He didn't have many such high-priced business cards in total. If London's hardware wasn't excellent, he wouldn't have used it.

Watching the masked man walk away, London, who had regained consciousness, raised his right hand and fell to his knees on the ground with tears streaming down his face. After a few seconds, London wiped his tears with his sleeve and began to look around, looking for something.

"Are you looking for a dirty puddle?"

The man who helped London escape from the clutches of the devil was Ponzi. He was wearing a black sleeveless tights, with his blond hair hanging freely. He took off his sunglasses and wore an evil smile on his lips that only a domineering president could have.

Posing like a bodybuilder, Pounds showed off the star-shaped birthmark on his back shoulder. Although the style of the painting was a bit wrong, he was definitely Pounds.

"How do you know!? Can you also read minds?"

London once again covered her shaking chest in shock, and closed her eyes as her chin was lifted by Ponzi's fingers. London, who wrote the popular romance novel Romeo and Julia, had never been in love, and her beating heart made her

She wondered if she had fallen in love.

"At your feet, here, lie down and wipe your mouth."

His head was turned to the side of the dirty puddle, which looked yellow, with dead leaves floating on it, and the puddle that the puppy had stepped on. London felt that it was better not to be so stubborn at this time.

"Wipe it, wipe it, don't you wipe your mouth with muddy water that's cleaner than mine?"

"Concubine, I can't do it..."

The opponent kept pushing her head into a dirty puddle. While controlling her power, London begged for mercy from Ponzi, who smiled evilly and domineeringly. Suddenly, the expression on London's face changed. She thought of something and followed Ponzi's power to move her head.

Throw forward.

What she didn't expect was that Ponzi, as the perpetrator, was the first to use too much force, and his foot slipped and his entire face was buried in a puddle of dirty water.

"I'll accept this pinch, thank you."

Taking out a notebook and a pen from her cleavage, London wrote down this paragraph. At the same time, she added an entry in another notebook called How to Survive When You Can't Write a Popular Novel to make it laughable.

"Gu..."

London's belly made a sound again, signaling the owner not to forget to look for food.

"It would be nice if you could treat me to another meal."

With new writing materials and a way out, London's current problems have not been solved. She still needs to eat. No matter what Ponzi's purpose is, in London's view, Ponzi has interrupted her opportunity to make money, so she should make compensation.

Invite her to dinner.

"Where are the people?"

Ponzi ran away. Ponzi, who had become very sensitive to money, obeyed his instinct and ran two streets in one breath.

After he successfully protected his wallet, he also left some records in his notebook, recording the actual effects of the domineering CEO style on women.

"The effect is average. Sure enough, gentle pretty girls are more popular?"

Ponzi's encounter with the injustice on the road was not for public welfare, but purely for tonight's nightclub work and to practice in advance. As a top card player, Ponzi's work pressure is quite high, and people don't just smile and people will buy him.

You have to smile with confidence, smile with restraint, smile with standard, smile with new heights, smile elegantly but not vulgarly, and have a cheerful smile that is a little lewd, a little seductive, and a little shy.

If you can't even make this kind of smile, my friend, you should quit the group. Even the lowest-ranking cowherd in our store is better than you.

What Ponzi wants to laugh about now is how to make brothers and sisters from all over the world, hand in hand and heart to heart, create a beautiful global village, repel the old man next door who occupies the main market share, and become a friend of thousands of women.
Chapter completed!