Chapter 231: Professional Liar (3)

(3) Scammers are in the same vein

I heard that the blog post would be deleted, but I didn't pay much attention to it, but yesterday I did delete one of my journals. Of course, it's the kind of madman's diary that expresses the most real events and emotions. Certainly related to 512.

There was once someone who felt that the license plate number he saw implied something in his life, and after it was fulfilled again and again, he wrote it down and showed it to me. I thought it was a kind of mental illness, but now I know that if I am too focused, I will really think about what I want.

Some things are really so coincidental that people can't laugh or cry. No one believes that it is written as a magical novel, and I just want to write a diary as a souvenir. Some truths are cruel and cruel and cannot be said clearly.

But does anyone really have to manage even novels or private diaries? I can't see, according to my understanding, the publication has disappeared because a big liar has taken a fancy to your article, and the disappearance without publishing it is just because you accidentally wrote a sensitive sentence, if it is just a sensitive word, it will be sent out with a ** sign instead.

The old pudding student said that he had a feeling of prostration after writing the poem yesterday, but it disappeared and decided to go to Sina or New Poetry Network in the future. To be honest, I came from over there, and after the works I posted disappeared, many of the songs I sing on TV now have one or two lyrics from those poems that disappeared from me.

The first song of the CCTV evening yesterday, the lyrics and the verses in "Moon Flower", I had to turn off the TV and go to sleep.

There is a buddy who is even more absolute, let me fax the lyrics to the past, "The manuscript fee is huge". As a result, I kept saying "I didn't show it, I'll pass it again", and finally I said forget it, I'll send it to you. He has not been heard from since. Later, a famous music group was created.

Mr. Pei was afraid that I would go insane, so he never gave me a chance to hear those songs. Finally, I saw the lyrics on the blogs of my college classmates. I feel like my roommate is very smart, she teaches her students to like the lyrics I wrote, even though they are works that I didn't sell and Mr. Pei said he had half of the copyright.

The most ridiculous thing is that some people obviously entrusted a bookseller to buy the works of several of our classmates (at that time, it was normal to publish 20 yuan for 1,000 words, which was not enough money to invite the editor to eat, and the bookseller sold 100 yuan for 1,000 words). Alas!

My understanding of human beings is still in the initial stage of "how you treat people, people will do to you". My understanding of ** is also limited to: each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.

I was very clear about what I needed, air, water, food and sleep, and I tried to do everything I could to meet my needs. And some people always have unrealistic ideas, working day and night in places with little water and food and dirty air, in exchange for honor, as if they don't know what their body really needs. What's more, they exchange these necessities for survival for money, and in the end, they lose their health and use money to buy medicine to sustain their lives.

Therefore, it is still the big liar who is the most nourishing, fame and fortune!

Who can be a big liar? Akane worked on the website, and they were in a building next to Sett when I went to talk to the layout editor, and then moved to Oriental Plaza. Akane asked me to meet her female boss because her husband suspected that she was homosexually motivated and promoted Akane to be her assistant.

I'm still wondering if there will be anyone among Bo's friends who looks like a 29-year-old woman who still likes to drive a big car and doesn't want to get married?

I saw her in her glass house, wearing a light gauze dress, the kind of clothes that would not use an extra centimeter of cloth until the price of Fenglian Plaza was marked with "ten hundred thousand" and the "0" behind it. She swayed up and down on her toes with her legs crossed and her delicate sandals to the music. Outside the glass house are handsome guys holding briefcases waiting to sign.

In fact, she has no feelings for men, but for the sake of face, she has to have dinner with handsome guys, and she has to be seen by others.