Is This Reporter Also Paying Off Debts Today? Chapter 30

Zhong Xiang

The next evening, when Wen Di returned to his room after class, he saw Zhong Xiang sitting in the room dragging large and small bags and staring at him.

“Where’s the bed?” Wen Di asked in disbelief.

Zhong Xiang blinked innocently: “I just got off the plane, how can I have time to buy a bed?”

“Then what are your plans???” Wen Di’s implication was very clear. So are you planning to sleep with me tonight?

Zhong Xiang then blinked his eyes and nodded, very innocently. If you have the ability, just throw me, your dearest child, the person who knows you best, out of the house in the second hour after he arrived in Beijing, and let him live on the streets in an unfamiliar place!

“…No, you sleep on the sofa, and I sleep on the bed!” Wen Di silently clenched his fists, making a “crack-crack-crack” sound with his knuckles, which sounded very intimidating.

“Why?!”

“First, you are gay, so I won’t sleep in the same bed with you; second, I am a patient, and I can’t sleep on the sofa; third, I have mysophobia and can’t accept others sleeping in my bed.” Wen Di counted one, two, three, and he had the idea of continuing to count.

“Wait! You are discriminating against a minority group! I won’t do anything to you. Besides, I am a guest! How can a guest who has been flying for several hours sleep on the sofa when he arrives?! Also! When did you get the bad habit of mysophobia? Did someone take your body away from you?” Zhong Xiang could not accept the three reasons given by Wen Di and rejected them one by one.

“If you don’t accept being pulled down, go downstairs and turn right and there’s an express hotel on the corner…” Wen Di shrugged and walked into the bathroom to wash his hands with an indifferent expression.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa, that’s it.” Zhong Xiang surrendered immediately, fearing that Wen Di would regret it, so he immediately took out all his luggage.

“Well, I have classes tonight, and I don’t have time to take you out to eat. Let’s order takeout. I’ll treat you. Order whatever you want, and just order me some porridge.” Wen Di handed the phone to Zhong Xiang, sat by the bed and started to help Zhong Xiang pack his luggage.

“I want to eat one. Let me take a look. If you’re treating me to a treat, I want to eat an expensive one. The most delicious takeout in Beijing!” Zhong Xiang flipped through the takeout page, and after locking on a house, his eyes lit up, “Mai! Dang! Work!”

“…Are you sick?” Wen Di pulled apart some tangled underwear from the suitcase and threw it on Zhong Xiang’s head.

“It’s ready. Thank you brother Wen Di for treating me to Maidang Lao. Don’t worry, I’m really not here to cause trouble for you this time. In addition to cooking three meals a day for you, I also have my own business to be busy with, okay?”

“What?” Wen Di slowly pulled out a few socks from the suitcase, paired them and rolled them into rolls. He made a “shooting” motion and hit Zhong Xiang on the head accurately.

Zhong Xiang was not angry and let Wen Di argue with him: “Didn’t the account I used before work very well? I opened a new account a few days ago and planned to make an emotional account. It’s very popular now.”

One of the important reasons why Wen Di agreed to Zhong Xiang coming to Beijing to live with him was that Zhong Xiang did not need to be a social worker from 9 to 5. He was a self-media creator. He spent several years running a store-exploring account and gained millions of fans. At the same time, he also gained dozens of extra kilograms of weight.

Being his own boss would make him more money than working for a boss. Wen Di sometimes wondered whether he should switch careers and work in self-media. With his power and connections in the Anzhou media industry, it would be very easy for him to casually be an entertainment reporter who knows celebrity gossip.

If you have no money, just post an ambiguous statement online, and attract a bunch of celebrities to come out and find peace with you. How comfortable.

“That’s good, but I have seen less emotional accounts and don’t know much about them. I may not be able to provide you with some help.” Wen Di said truthfully.

Zhong Xiang’s first store-exploring account was all thanks to Wen Di, who relied on his reputation to make videos for those bosses. Of course, Zhong Xiang’s own online sense and likable aspects were also indispensable. The right time, right place, right people, and both were indispensable.

“Just give me a like and a follow!” Zhong Xiang is a cute little chubby guy. If he hadn’t made this store-exploring account, he would have been a cute little skinny guy.

“Okay, but emotional accounts should be a big category, right? What is your niche vertical field?” Although he has never seen emotional accounts, Wen Di is also a media major, and he still has a lot of research on communication in the new media era.

“I have been investigating for a long time! The direction I want to go in is unprecedented, and I can’t control whether there will be others in the future. Anyway, no one has done it yet!” Zhong Xiang cleared his throat seriously, “Analysis of the zodiac sign of a gay wife!”

“…Okay, if you have an idea, I will give you a thumbs up as soon as possible.”

After the two had dinner, Wen Di went downstairs to go to class. Zhong Xiang packed his luggage and kept his promise to help Wen Di clean up the house. Then he went to the supermarket downstairs to buy the ingredients for breakfast the next day and returned to Wen Di’s house.

Wen Di was a little absent-minded in class. Zhong Xiang’s arrival gave him some comfort in this strange city, but more importantly, the new account Zhong Xiang wanted to make greatly aroused his interest.

He wanted to know whether his zodiac sign and Lu Huaichu’s zodiac sign were in conflict or correct???

After class, Wen Di packed up his books without stopping, said goodbye to his teachers and classmates, and got on the elevator and rushed back to the house: “Xiangzi, I’m very curious about your account. Let’s try it tonight! I’ll buy you a heating pack!”

“Really? Dad, the sponsor!” Before the potato chips could be put into his mouth, Zhong Xiang’s eyes lit up when he was startled by the “bang” sound of the door opening.

“I have already written the script for the first issue! As long as I have a suitable scene and set up the lighting, I can start shooting right away!”

“Just do it, don’t mess around! Stop eating! I say it again, don’t drop the snack dregs on my sofa!”

Zhong Xiang installed the simple lighting equipment he brought one by one, while Wen Di was responsible for helping him set up the tripod, adjust the camera and microphone. In less than twenty minutes, the two of them had decorated a small room into a “zodiac analysis room” that looked very professional.

“What effect do you want with the light?” Wen Di’s hand rested on the main light source setting panel.

“Darker, to have a mysterious feeling, but warmer, warmer.” Zhong Xiang recalled the lighting in the astrology videos he had seen recently and said.

Wen Di nodded, walked to the door, turned off the incandescent light on the roof, and the room fell into darkness. Then he walked to the lamp stand and adjusted the Kelvin value to 2500. After adjusting the angle, the dark but warm, mysterious but not warm effect that Zhong Xiang wanted was instantly present.

Banxia novel, a lot of fun