My imagination has come true

Chapter 8

"puff!"

Zhang Lan couldn't help laughing, "I know it might be, ahem, I wrote and drew indiscriminately."

He was [-]% unconvinced that student Mu could really learn in a few days what other people have used for decades, and he might not necessarily be able to study it thoroughly.

Zhao Yang's eyes flickered. He felt that perhaps Mu could not be proficient in a few days, but she might have been proficient in the first place, and now she is just looking for relevant information.

Mu Qingyun stared at the phone for a while, saw that no one replied to the private message for a while, and checked the questions for a while, then grabbed the phone and continued to scan the forum.

It was only when she discovered that the forum for asking for help was very active, and it seemed to be a good place for 'making money'.

Especially in the area of ​​ancient history and culture, although it may seem unpopular, the threshold is high, but the price given for help in this area is not low.

No matter how much money Mu Qingyun wants, she can't think of too much money. Mu Siping can't think of giving her pocket money easily, and her mother misses her so she can make up for it from time to time.

But her mother works hard to make money, and there is a big family to take care of at home. She is very satisfied if she can have a heart thinking about her, and she usually doesn't like to make trouble for her mother.

At this time, simply pick out all the interesting help posts with high rewards, and answer them one by one.

At this moment, her mind was full of knowledge related to ancient history, and her interest was also strong. She cleared more than 20 pages of reward posts in one breath, and soon several hosts who were online accepted her answer. It didn't take long. Actually earned more than 3000.

"Gudu!"

Zhang Lan's hand holding the mobile phone trembled slightly, and he looked up stiffly at the person opposite who was offering a reward as a class exercise book, silently shedding tears of envy and hatred.

At this moment, the history exchange group in Zhao Yang's hand was about to blow up.

There were also countless people who called him and asked him to go online to look at this strange thing. Later, in order to be quiet, he had to mute and block.

Although the local forum is not well-known among ordinary netizens, it is also relatively well-known in academic circles across the country.

Especially the paid help section, which includes all kinds of experts, from a certain university professor to folk capable people and strangers, countless, and now suddenly someone offers a reward like chopping vegetables for a meal, clean and neat, which immediately caused a big sensation.

Zhao Yang looked at the countless little transparent people like him in the group, and they all wondered which master was playing the trumpet to amuse everyone, and the discussion was so lively that he was speechless for a while.

Thinking back, if he hadn't seen this classmate Mu claim the bounty with his own eyes, I'm afraid he would have done the same.

Just as Mu Qingyun was on the top, the private letter from the '[-]' funder finally arrived.

She quickly took the phone and sat down in an empty corner, took a wet towel to wipe her hands, and then dialed the video call according to the wechat number given in the private message.

As soon as the connection was made, Mu Qingyun unconsciously shook his head. Across the phone, the benefactor looked like... the benefactor.

Across the screen, this man is sitting in the car. He looks only 25 or [-] years old. He is really young and handsome. His eyes are dark, his facial features are distinct, and his eyebrows and eyes are very clean. He probably wants to bow his head involuntarily.

Looking at this man across the phone, she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, and couldn't help but stretch out her hand to straighten her hair and skirt.

Since she was a child, she didn't pay much attention to appearance and image, but in front of such a person, she also felt that her appearance was a bit unattractive.

"My surname is Qiao, Qiao Qing."

Qiao Qing's voice was a little low and hoarse, "The 5 yuan has already been transferred to Miss's account."

Mu Qingyun suddenly couldn't think of any image or image, and 5 yuan was quite a lot for her.

Qiao Qing's voice was steady, but her speech was a little fast: "I still have some information here, I hope Miss can help me to look at it."

He lowered his eyes and looked at his watch, "If you can decipher it for us as soon as possible, I will give you another 50."

Mu Qingyun: "Okay."

"Thank you."

Qiao Qing paused, "In addition, I have booked some rooms in the Kunlun Hotel. The hotel also has several experts in related fields. I hope that the lady can also come to work. The hotel's service is good and can meet all the needs of the lady. It will be more convenient .”

Mu Qingyun was even more surprised this time, raised his eyebrows, but still smiled.

In my heart, I feel that Mr. Qiao is quite careful. The Kunlun Hotel is located in the center of Taoshi, opposite to the Municipal Bureau, which can give people a great sense of security.

However, the name Qiao Qing? ?
After a while, Mu Qingyun suddenly remembered who this person was.Qiao Qing, the chairman of the Qiao Group.

"his friends?"

Most of Mu Qingyun's life in the first 16 years was colorless, but fortunately, he had an intersection with a colorful person.

That person is Lou Fang, a writer who is good at writing suspense and adventure novels, and is well-known.

Once under a very special environment, Mu Qingyun had an in-depth exchange with Lou Fang.

Lou Fang told her that he doesn't have many friends, the best is a rich man named Qiao Qing.

Every time he hides from the editor to press for a draft, he always goes to Mr. Qiao.Because Qiao Qing has a noble indifference that is inaccessible to gods and ghosts, which can be called a magic tool for town houses. An editor who is as fierce as a tiger will instantly turn into a cat when he sees it.

Mu Qingyun was stunned, but he had to say 'coincident' in his heart.

Thinking of the building, she suddenly felt a little uneasy.

In most of her scripts, if she wants to create some interesting and attractive male characters, the prototype is basically Lou Fang, and most of them are "beautiful, strong and miserable".

No way, she was very fond of this one for a while.

It's just that in the creation, the characters who are tortured by fate and still strive for self-improvement are likable, but if it becomes a reality, who wouldn't want to have a smooth life with no disasters or difficulties?

Mu Qingyun sighed, and when she came out of the library, the sponsor's secretary sent her a wechat message, saying that she had contacted her mother and signed a contract for a 'summer camp', and someone would pick her up soon.

While thinking about what to pack, he crossed the road all the way to the second floor, and rang the doorbell for a long time, but there was no movement.

She rolled her eyes involuntarily, took out her mobile phone and even dialed Sun Xiaomei, Mu Aizhen, Mu Aibao, and her father Mu Siping, but no one answered.

Mu Qingyun had already expected it.

She has stayed in this home for so long, doing laundry, cooking and cleaning, and going to the next door to serve a couple of old people every day, washing hair, washing feet, cooking fire and cooking for the old people, but she still doesn't belong to this home, so she doesn't have a key.

There are Mu Aizhen's boots and the shoes of two old people on the shoe rack outside.

Mu Qingyun paused, this was not the first time.

Several times, she came home from school and couldn't knock on the door, thinking that there was no one at home, and waited outside for a long time, only to realize later that there was no one?If it's purely Mu Aizhen or Mu Aibao, there's something unpleasant or dissatisfied, just to embarrass her.

There is a door separated, the house is brightly lit, happy and happy, only she is sitting outside the door, tasting the bitterness.

Mu Qingyun was silent for a while, and stopped knocking. He took out his mobile phone and called the unlocking company directly.

The property charges in the community are not low, and the service is of course good. The internal unlocking company is a regular large company. Within 5 minutes, the unlocking master arrived. He was very polite and rang the doorbell before knocking on the door. After confirming that there was no one, he saw Mu Qingyun's student ID card, he took the tool and clicked it twice.

"what!"

Suddenly there was a sharp cry in the room, so frightened that Master Kaisuo changed his face. After a while, Master Kaisuo looked at Mu Aizhen who came out of the room, and took several steps back in shock: "Oh, is there someone?"

(End of this chapter)