I don't want to live again

Chapter 13 013 Feeling in Love

Song Qingcheng smiled: "What do you have now?"

The man was stunned. He really didn't have anything worth coveting. Although he could design games, he didn't have much money at hand. In the final analysis, he was still not very good at creativity.

Technology and creativity are still two different things, and games require more creativity.

"My name is Yang Zhanpeng, brother, what do you think?" the man whispered.

Song Qingcheng nodded: "I got to know you through some channels. I know that you are a game technician. I just want to start a game company, which is still under planning. I want you to help me, why not? "

"I'm quite free now. One person can work for several companies and earn a lot of money. I really don't want to join someone else's company." Yang Zhanpeng said lightly.

Song Qingcheng smiled: "Is this the whole life?"

"I want to do it first. I like freedom, and you know, if a company wants me to develop games, someone must come and contact me, right?"

Yang Zhanpeng smiled happily, and at the same time glanced at the woman beside him.

Song Qingcheng immediately understood that the woman should be a member of the game company. In order to let him develop the game, he often came to make connections.

"Leave a phone number for me. I'll contact you again in a while. Maybe you will change your mind." Song Qingcheng nodded without saying anything else.

He is indeed planning to make games, and the rise of online games is inevitable, but he is not in a hurry now, because there is no start-up capital, and he will wait until he makes some money first.

Yang Zhanpeng gave him a business card, and Song Qingcheng chatted with him a few more times, and got through his name.

The woman next to him also said a few words to Song Qingcheng, he was tall and strong, his T-shirt was wet with sweat, revealing his solid figure and neat abdominal muscles.

Song Qingcheng was not a real boy, so he naturally noticed the woman's gaze. He patted Yang Zhanpeng's arm, got up and left without staying.

There was some doubt in Yang Zhanpeng's eyes. Song Qingcheng didn't seem to be big, but he acted well. Most importantly, he didn't feel anything wrong when he patted his arm.

Song Qingcheng left, went to the bank to check the account on the way, and the stipend of Tunghai University finally arrived.

He took out 10 yuan and deposited it directly into Ping An Bank.

The bank card and the stock trading card are linked together, which is also convenient for operation.

Song Qingcheng transferred all 32 yuan in the stock exchange, and just like that, wearing a sweaty T-shirt, checked the stock information on the computer.

There were only more than 150 listed companies this year. When he saw the variety show shares, he was taken aback. One share only cost more than a dozen yuan.

He smiled and bought [-] shares without thinking about it.

After buying, he turned around and left without stopping, got into a taxi and went home.

Variety shares rose to 80 yuan in a short period of time, and eventually even exceeded 120 yuan. This is definitely an opportunity.

This stock is going to be bought in Zhongtian Enterprises in the future, and the timing is about the same.

As an old leek, Song Qingcheng is not really keen on stocks. After all, he is not very greedy. He already owns several hundred million in assets, so why bother to go to the stock market and get cut off by others?

After returning home, he took a shower and continued to write the novel. He had to go back tomorrow. The novel was basically finished, and there were still more than 1 words left.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he finished writing the first episode, proofread it, and then started writing the second episode. He didn't have much time to waste, so he could only make full use of it.

Song Dakai didn't have internet at home, so even if he wanted to send emails, he couldn't do it. U disks weren't popular this year, so it was impossible for him to send emails in Internet cafes.

When leaving Yanhai, Song Dakai and Zhang Yuqing sent him to the bus station together, showing reluctance.

Song Qingcheng stood in the station, hugged the two, and said seriously to Zhang Yuqing: "Grandma, be happy. When school starts, I plan to leave from Yanhai. I will come here a week in advance and stay here for a week. I will accompany you. Accompany you."

"Then I'll make delicious food for you every day. You love crabs and sea monsters the most. They will be available at the end of August. Come here soon." Zhang Yuqing was very happy.

Song Qingcheng looked at Song Dakai again, intending to let him go for a physical examination, but after thinking about it, he gave up. He has been in good health for the past few years, and in a few years, he will take him to the hospital himself.

When leaving Yanhai, Song Qingcheng, Song Dakai, and Zhang Yuqing waved.

When I got home, Song Jianguo and Yu Ying were not at home. Song Qingcheng thought about it, went to the telecommunications company by bike, and applied for broadband, ADSL for more than 1000 a year.

One of the directors of the telecommunications department is Song Jianguo's comrade-in-arms, and the relationship is very good, so the process was quickly handled.

Small cities rely on relationships, this sentence is really not casual.

In May of this year, Telecom and China Mobile separated. Song Jianguo applied for a mobile phone card and chose a good number before returning home.

Because of Song Jianguo's relationship, Telecom came to install broadband in the afternoon, which was extremely efficient.

Song Qingcheng went to Fresh.com, found the submission mailbox, directly submitted the manuscript, and then continued to write the book.

The money for writing the book won't be particularly high, but he still has time at the moment, so it doesn't matter if he writes it, it's just to earn start-up capital. As for the future, he won't be able to keep writing.

Fresh.com's feedback was relatively quick, and it responded after a week. After passing the final review, Song Qingcheng added the editor's QQ account, chatted, and set the price of one episode at [-].

4000 yuan is not low. For Song Qingcheng, this is a lot of money. He can write six episodes a month, which is 4000 yuan.

And he can also wait for the electronic version to be uploaded when the literature website becomes popular, and then wait for the adaptation.

The contract still needs to be printed out and sent to Taiwan. Song Jianguo is the director of the post office, so he has a courier list and envelopes at home.

He found a printing agency, passed the contract through QQ, spent a few dollars to print it out, signed it, filled out the courier form, and sealed the contract.

After taking a long breath, Song Qingcheng sat for a while, then flipped through the planning book, and saved some phone numbers that he wrote down into the phone's address book.

When he saw Ning Qingwan's cell phone, he smiled and called her cell phone.

Ning Qingwan's voice sounded: "Excuse me, who is it?"

"I'm Song Qingcheng. This is the phone number I just bought. Please remember it. If you need anything, you can find me later." Song Qingcheng said softly.

Ning Qingwan's joking voice came: "The number is so good, did you spend a lot of money?"

"When are you going to invite me to dinner?" Song Qingcheng asked in a daze without answering her question.

Ning Qingwan snorted: "Are you missing me?"

"That's right, I miss you." Song Qingcheng said seriously.

Ning Qingwan chuckled: "I can't do it now, I'm on vacation and I'm going back to Yangnan, and I'll see you when I go back from Yangnan."

"How long will that take?" Song Qingcheng sighed, thinking of the live movie he saw in Yanhai, he felt a little irritable.

Ning Qingwan said softly: "About two weeks, I can call you later."

The two chatted a few more words, and Song Qingcheng felt a little strange in his heart, it seemed like they were in love.

Putting down the phone, Song Qingcheng was silent for a moment, then shook his head. It seemed that he and Ning Qingwan didn't say or do anything, but they had a good impression of each other.

This is really strange, but he can't figure it out, maybe the relationship itself is so strange that it cannot be judged by common sense.

In the past, he had experienced many women, but he didn't put much thought into it. If he really wanted to talk about love, maybe after Chen Fala left, he had already looked down on it.

The love of youth is naturally different from the love of maturity. Song Qingcheng thinks that this kind of feeling is very good, but maybe he won't devote himself wholeheartedly?
After all, he is no longer a teenager, and some of his past habits are difficult to change.

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