Fairyland, big problem

"Mr. Wen."

Wen Jiu, who was about to leave work, received a call from the president's assistant.

"President Lin and five old friends talked late at night yesterday, and they are still resting now."

"It's not easy."

Considering that the average age of the five founders of Kamen Rider Studio is nearly 60, and they can muster up the courage to fight a new chapter, it is really amazing.

Assuming that the task failed yesterday, President Lin was really tired, which is a reasonable result.

"Mr. Wen, President Lin has explained that he will pay you double the price of psychological counseling. I will pay you in advance."

Report the bank card number, the other party confirms that it is correct, and the transfer is completed.

"Mr. Wen will come to Maple Leaf Publishing House often from now on. It's been a long time since President Lin is so interested."

"There is a chance."

After finishing the call, Wen Jiu looked at the phone interface, didn't this broken phone have a transfer reminder service?

It's not easy to ask the other party how much to call on the phone. Considering President Lin's financial resources, the psychologists he can find are not bad, and there are even big figures like Professor Cui.

At the ATM across the street, Wen Jiu carefully put in the bank card, with such nervous movements, those who didn't know it thought they were stealing another person's card.

There was only 1000b in the bank account during the time travel, and seven or eight hundred rents were paid in the middle, and thick wallpaper was pasted on the walls for more than two hundred. Even if the bounty and the wages of working in the supermarket were counted, the savings still had not returned to the peak.

The money from Maple Leaf Publishing House determines whether Wen Jiu will be kicked out of Jiang Langcai's courtyard next month...

"The latest remittance, 6000b!"

Whoops, there are enough.

If the money is halved and shared three times, it will be the normal price of the three psychological consultations of President Lin.

"Wow, he usually goes to a psychiatrist and charges 1000b an hour, which is really popular."

With 6000b in the account, Wen Jiu's biggest idea is to replace the broken carpet in the rental house.

The mildew stains on the original low-quality plastic carpet were like leopard prints, and it was frightening to see. If the dust on the wall did not directly threaten the health, Wen Jiu would choose to change the carpet first.

That rotten bed also needs to be replaced... After careful calculation, it will cost a lot, and Wang Biao is coming back soon, and the temporary job in the small supermarket will soon disappear.

In contrast, mobile phones are not in a hurry to replace them.

The account balance seems to be high, but it is actually not much. A similar situation also occurs in Dream Points.

119 points, an unprecedented amount, you can consult Dream God 4 times, and you can also draw a prize of 100 points.

The trouble was that there was only one Crescent Feather left, and Wen Jiu didn't know what to draw in the so-called lottery.

The use has not been decided yet, the ringtone comes from the pocket, and the caller on the screen is Boss Zhang.

After putting away the bank card, Wen Jiu pressed the answer button.

"Have you rested?"

"No, it's empty." Boss Zhang didn't hide it, "Brother Wen Jiu, I'm going to send off my friends tonight, and you help me take care of Zhang Anning."

The comrades walked almost the same way, and the remaining fifty or sixty people dropped by and chartered a bus together.

They played a pivotal role in the action. Among them, some of them were influenced by Lin Zhengyi and devoted themselves to the animation industry. After reaching a high position, they contacted several other seniors.

If we leave tonight, Boss Zhang will definitely have to see him off.

It happened that the direction of the bus was going to Tianma City next door, Mrs. Zhang's natal home there, Boss Zhang went there, and will come back with his wife tomorrow.

"Okay, I'll take Zhang Anning with me."

Zhang Anning left a good impression on Wen Jiu, well-behaved and sensible, mainly because Boss Zhang didn't cook today, and his son was still hungry, so he was worried about letting elementary school students cook...

"Can't you get some deli from the supermarket?"

"It was sold out when I woke up."

"It's Zhang Anning's real father..."

Friends not only fulfilled the dreams of themselves and President Lin's studio,

It also helped Wen Jiu a lot, and it was only right to give them a ride. The poor little guy was hungry until 19:00.

Behind the small supermarket, outside the house next to the warehouse, a small eDonkey parked.

It all started when Wen Jiu's leaflets caused Boss Zhang to fall off the electric car.

"Boss Zhang, can you drive?"

"It's okay to ride a battery car, but I didn't come back tonight. I went to pick up my wife from the husband's house in Tianma City, so I had to take the bus."

The eye circles are much lighter than yesterday. Boss Zhang slept very peacefully for most of the day. When he got up, his son said that he smiled like a fool in his dream.

People are refreshed on happy occasions, and fatigue has not been completely eliminated, but it does not affect normal actions.

Boss Zhang briefly told Wen Jiu about the arrangement to send off his fellow friend.

In fact, there is no arrangement. They live in a hotel in the suburbs of Changle City, and the bus comes directly to pick up people.

Boss Zhang went there by bus, got on the bus with everyone, and got off at Tianma City.

"My son will definitely go to bed before 23 o'clock in the evening, please take care of my little brother."

"Primary school students have to go to bed at 23:00, it's late enough."

"Hey, it's all my bad habits."

Carrying to see the gifts from his father-in-law and mother-in-law, Boss Zhang disappeared outside the wall with some erratic steps.

Wen Jiu turned around and entered the house. Zhang Anning was writing in the living room on the first floor, not pretending.

"Let me cook something for you, what do you want to eat?"

"What is it?"

"I don't know what's in your house."

"Hahaha."

The little guy put down the pen and paper, bounced towards the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.

"Brother Wen Jiu, can you grill chicken wings?"

"Chicken wings need to be defrosted."

The plastic bag that Zhang Anning took out was frozen hard, even if the water evaporated to speed up the defrosting, it would take a long time.

"Well…"

"If you're not hungry, I can bake for you."

"Hungry, but bearable!"

Rubbing his belly, Zhang Anning looked resolute, with an indomitable aura...used in this kind of place.

"Okay, there's still the beef balls I brought last time in the refrigerator, I'll make you a soup, and then rice and vegetables will be served soon."

"Okay, Brother Wen Jiu, I'm going to do my homework."

"Doing homework... so positive?"

"Because of my well-written homework and good test scores, my dad allowed me to watch anime."

Boss Zhang does not have too strict requirements for his children, as long as their grades are above the top, there is no need to compete with others for the first place.

Therefore, Zhang Anning didn't have too much extra pressure, but instead got used to arranging her own time.

The chicken wings are deiced and marinated briefly. When they enter the oven, the rice and meatball soup are ready, and the vegetables can be stir-fried at any time.

Ding dong.

The phone in his pocket vibrated slightly, and a short message rang.

Wen Jiu guessed which friend it would be, and as far as he could see, the text message on the screen automatically recognized the number as the SWAT team.

Special Disaster Alert Team!

Traveling so far, it was the first time I received a short message from the special police team, which was obviously sent in groups.

If a single evil appears and is quickly dealt with, the SWAT team will not send out mass warnings unless there is a large danger area.

This is the so-called "special disaster".

Take a closer look at the emergency notification from the special police team. There is a group of evil objects on the No. 117 road in the eastern suburbs of Changle City, 3 kilometers away from the urban area. Everyone please detour.

"Eastern Suburb, Route 117?!"

Ding--

Recalling the sound of the oven being finished, Wen Jiu didn't understand.

The road that Boss Zhang set off with his friends this time is exactly No. 117...