Vulgar Master

"You submitted some information and data of Fanpinzhuang Dirty and Secular God [Town House Cat]. The National Secular God Research Center thanks you for your contribution to the collection of the big database and will provide you with a cash reward."

"Your bank account has been credited: 30 yuan."

Tsk, Zhou Bawa looked at the newly received text message on his mobile phone and sighed Hanako. The data and information he submitted was quite detailed. He clearly wrote down the length and weight of his fat orange to the daily amount of food and bowel movements. The cat owner has no privacy at all. A small research essay has 10,000 words, and as a result, he earns 30 yuan, which is not as valuable as the manuscript of the up owner and boss Qiu Miao.

Think about it, the scientific research port really can't do the business port in terms of money, well, Zhou Bawa shouldn't have too much expectations.

Of course, there are multiple part-time jobs and multiple ways to make money. The mosquito legs that cost 350 yuan are also meat. Zhou Bawa doesn't mind doing some research papers and selling them to scientific research institutes to earn pocket money. It's not the only wool that can be smashed.

In the past ten days of Zhou Bawa, I have spent my spare time in the dojo, and I can see many "buyers".

In addition to scientific research institutes, there are also newspaper reporters who need materials to write articles, and live-streaming internet celebrities who need topics, and investors and intermediaries like Ran Qiuran who need player information. Zhou Bawa found a business opportunity. It's all money. His connoisseur's eye is too advantageous in this regard.

In this way, Zhou Bawa and one fish are eaten more, and a piece of information can be sold to more than a dozen companies in addition to handing over to the scientific research institute.

Zhou Bawa's current bank account deposit has risen to 56491.00 yuan after this month's tossing

Tsk, although I don't know what's the use for a fish-fishing college student, but according to the mentality of the ordinary people of Zhou Bawa, they can feel at ease when they see their savings.

However, this money is only made fast in the first half month. Zhou Bawa relied on the expert eye to get an early bonus, but it will soon be gone. One is that the current temple owners in the Bencheng Dojo are limited, and the total is just that. More information available for sale.

Then there is, there are choking lines.

Zhou Bawa has seen in the past few days that there are several more information dealers in the dojo who are selling intelligence like myself. Some of them have the ability and the ability to discern. There is nothing to say about this, everyone depends on their ability, and some are I don't even want to be a pirate and be a second-order dealer.

Zhou Bawa also obtained the information they sold from some of them and read it. Isn't this just a few copies of the research paper he wrote for sale? Do you even translate into Chinese? Even if you change it? He didn't even change a single word, the review rate of the paper was 100%, and he said that it was the information collected by his own investigation, and he didn't want to face it.

Zhou Bawa was speechless, but he also knew that the market was like this. He could get away with a quick money and be content, and he also bumped into a familiar face.

Zhou Bawa actually didn't want to bump into him. After seeing the other party, he turned his head and wanted to come, but when the other party saw him, he rushed over and hugged him with a happy face.

"Yeah, uncle, what?"

The ghost lingers, Zhou Bawa looked at Ran Zhicheng who came up to climb relatives, and thought that he would meet you wherever he went.

Zhou Bawa: "Dodge, dodge, bad luck."

Ran Zhicheng's dog-skin plaster couldn't be opened: "Don't, don't, uncle, we haven't seen each other for a while, it's hot and hot, you invite me to have a drink and a meal."

Zhou Bawa: "If you scream again, call the city management to come over your stall."

Ran Zhicheng covered his purse: "Don't, you have something to say, don't be anxious, I finally found a serious businessman to do it, we can't help people learn from xiao, right?"

"Yo, have you learned well? Stop gambling?"

"Gambling? Gambling is not good. Uncle, let me tell you, we used to let them be deceived. Now we have long recognized the true colors of those grandsons, and we will no longer be deceived by that."

Ran Zhicheng was full of positive energy, and what he said was a good one.

But Zhou Bawa saw that his face was full of stomach troubles for a long time, and he knew that he was not able to speak his mind. He is now at the time when he is addicted to gambling. He has not been gambling for a long time. It took effect, causing him to run away and have diarrhea whenever he wanted to gamble, and he couldn't gamble, so now this old gambler is suffering.

But what does this have to do with Zhou Bawa? Ran Zhicheng did it all by himself, and now he is just under the supervision of quitting gambling to pay for the price of his previous indulgence.

"Okay, okay, go ahead, don't bother me."

Zhou Bawa chased people away and was too lazy to have anything to do with him, but Ran Zhicheng was so thick-skinned, he came over to open the bag and showed it to Zhou Bawa. He is an unemployed vagabond who does all kinds of idle work all day to make money, carrying a bag everywhere. Selling pirated audio and video yellow discs.

Zhou Bawa said to him that he was quite reasonable and said that this was in response to the national street stall economy, which was really unreasonable.

"Uncle, take a look at this, I recently made a new business."

Ran Zhicheng saw that Zhou Bawa was not interested in the yellow plate, so he took out a stack of photocopied documents. Zhou Bawa took a look, good guy, have you also sold the information of the vulgar gods? Take a closer look. Damn, it's still from my own hands, those small papers I wrote.

"What kind of business is the hottest this year, and what can make a lot of money, vulgar gods, look at the government's dojo, how much money is spent, what is this called? Feng... What is the wind, people are crazy!"

Ran Zhicheng has no culture and still wants to fool people. It's no wonder that he only has the ability to gamble every day, and Zhou Bawa's vernacular.

"Look at the information I have. It's very precious. My relatives and friends sold you at a price. I would suffer a little. How about selling you for 2,000 yuan? Hey, don't thank me, who made me your husband."

Zhou Bawa is speechless, you said that this is magical or not. Pirated his own information is still sold to himself, and it is more expensive than his own. Now people really want to make money and want to go crazy. He illuminated his original manuscript. Said, "Look what this is."

Ran Zhicheng said in shock: "Hey! Who is this shameless stealing my goods! You've been fooled by buying his!"

Hiss, Zhou Bawa swiped at the back of Ran Zhicheng's head.

He really can't stand this idiot, he's so rude and wasteful of carbohydrates.

The old man is blinded, who is the old man? What are you doing?

Zhou Bawa: "This is what I wrote."

Ran Zhicheng: "..."

Ran Zhicheng: "So what, uncle is like this, you authorize it to me, and I will ask them for copyright fees. If the money comes, we will split it in half. If I am beaten and hospitalized, you can report to me for medical treatment. fee."

Zhou Bawa: "Then don't bother with that~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I'll call you a hospital right now. If you want to stay for ten days or half a year, you can bring cremation into a small box."

"Hey, hey, this joke is not fun."

Ran Zhicheng shrank his neck, he definitely didn't believe what others said, but he was really afraid of this uncle.

The two of them were chattering till noon. Zhou Bawa found a small fly house for dinner at the entrance of the dojo. Ran Zhicheng followed along, looking at Zhou Bawa and asked him if he was fragrant. Zhou Bawa said in his heart that he was annoyed. He asked for a bowl of noodles for ten yuan.

After eating, Ran Zhicheng was sitting there smashing his mouth and reminiscing about the taste of the bowl of noodles. Zhou Bawa looked at him, the small pupils in his eyes dilated, and he asked:

"What's the matter with your talent that catches Zhou?"

In the eyes of experts, Ran Zhicheng's grasp of Zhou's talent was revealed in Zhou Bawa's eyes, something strange and wrong.

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