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Chapter 3722 The wronged songwriter (17)

"I found a Qianlima and planned to sign the contract with the other party. But now Qianlima is in some trouble. I have to help her solve this problem before she can invite the money tree back."

Huayan held his chin: "I asked, you seem to have acquired an online company and have also opened a comic page, right? The channels seem to be wider and you are burning money every day."

"Hey, you are quite rich. In the past few months, you should have almost burned hundreds of millions of dollars and entered it, right?"

"Only if you have investment, you will have income."

"You are so desperate, you are not afraid of losing money."

"I lost and made money, but I believe that I can make money with my own vision. So, I'm here to invite the money tree to go back."

Hua Yan thought Tang Guo was particularly interesting. The closer he got, the more he couldn't help getting closer. He was obviously very stingy in his words, but it was really not a pity to burn money at all, and he felt a little distressed.

He also checked and said that the comic company under Tang Guo’s name is indeed making profits. He analyzed that the loss may not be large. The main reason is that the website is well operated, with many channels, and its works are blooming in full bloom. They treat the authors very friendly, attracting many authors to come.

"Huayan, how about you do me a favor later?"

Hua Yan was interested: "Of course I'm happy, I don't know what I can do for you, beautiful lady."

"Here, do you look at that drunken drunken drunk? You pretended to be a gambler and went to work alone with him, lost more money to him, let him win more first, and finally win all of them back."

"Do you believe in my gambling skills?"

"It's not that he believes in your gambling skills, but that he has a bad look and has no luck at all. Playing with such a person will be the opposite of his pressure. If you give in, he will be able to win."

Huayan: "…"

"Then I'll help you, is there any reward?" Hua Yan said, and quickly added, "At least treat me to a meal?"

What he knew just now was that he was invited to a meal to remedy it. He was particularly afraid that she would think it was taking advantage of others' danger. What happened?

No matter what, it's good to eat anyway.

"Okay, you can help me finish this and I'll treat you to a meal."

"Let's go and change the chips."

After changing the chips, Tang Guo started to ask Hua Yan to burn money again. The meaning was to lose money to Ye Yuling's father.

"It's bad luck, why do you always lose today?" In order to show it more realistic, Hua Yan unbuttoned a button on his shirt, revealing his delicate collarbone. He looked careless and had a cigarette in his mouth. His way of playing cards was obvious.

In fact, Hua Yan rarely really plays such games. But at least he is a screenwriter and often in the crew. Occasionally, there are not enough extras, so he, the screenwriter, has to go up and get together.

Therefore, a handsome screenwriter often adds small roles. It would be a pity for the director to look at his face. Why is this guy just a screenwriter? If he is an actor, he will definitely become famous.

"Who else wants to bet ten times with Ben Shao? Ben Shao doesn't believe it yet, and he can't win even ten times."
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