Chapter 38 The Idea of ​​Selling Songs

"it is good......"

Mengmeng said pitifully.

Zhang Han shook his head, put the shopping cart aside, turned around and walked over with Mengmeng in his arms.

At the same time, Zhang Han sighed slightly in his heart.

Mengmeng is still too kind, but it is also reasonable. People are inherently kind, and no one is born a wicked person. The environment in which people grow up and the various education they receive have a lot to do with the future.

I remember a professional organization said that a child's personality is basically fixed from birth to seven years old. It is conceivable that education is very important when children are young.

However, Zhang Han feels that he is too kind to feel compassionate, and it is too much to feel pity for any poor person's pain. It seems that he still needs to find a time for Mengmeng to see the face of social reality.

Zhang Han walked over and thought.

Pushing aside people to squeeze in, the cold woman and her son were crying hard, and the old man's complexion became paler and paler.

Even the two staff members gave up on first aid and stood by, helpless.

"I'll show him a look."

Zhang Han glanced at the glamorous woman lightly, and without waiting for her to answer, he hugged Mengmeng with one hand and pressed the old man's wrist with the other.

The spiritual power was transported from Zhang Han's meridians to the fingers, piercing the old man's body and walking up and down.

One second, two seconds...

Finally, after twenty seconds, Zhang Han discovered the abnormality.

At this time, Zhang Han looked calm, stretched out his palm and put it on the old man's chest, and immediately patted it down!

"boom!"

A dull sound came out, which immediately startled everyone.

The old man's condition is already very bad, how dare this man hit his chest so hard?

People didn't know why, and stared at Zhang Han with a calm face.

Even the glamorous woman was a little stunned, just about to speak, at this moment.

"Puff...cough cough cough...puff...."

The old man on the ground coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of phlegm one after another from his mouth.

"Ah? Dad, how are you, Dad? How are you, Dad..." The glamorous woman was full of surprises, and asked while shedding tears of joy.

"Huh..." The old man took a few deep breaths before recovering, and said softly, "Oh, it's so boring, the phlegm is much better, I'm fine..."

After seeing Zhang Han rescued the old man, the people around couldn't help applauding, looking at Zhang Han with amazed eyes, and the words of praise were endless.

Zhang Han had no expression on his face, but the little princess in her arms was happy, and her face was shining with incomparable pride, as if to say: Look, my papa is amazing, right?

"Thank you sir, thank you sir." After seeing the old man recovered, the cold woman ran to Zhang Han's side to thank Zhang Han repeatedly, and said incoherently: "I don't know how to repay you, you, can you leave a contact information."

"No, I just don't want to see my daughter cry." Zhang Han shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Let your old man smoke less, eat less greasy things, and exercise some time, so that he can live longer."

After Zhang Han said something, he hugged Mengmeng and turned to leave, leaving behind a glamorous woman with a complicated face.

"Wait, sir, please wait a moment." The middle-aged doctor who had seen the old man ran over, looked respectful, and asked softly, "Sir, how did you see the old man's condition?"

Zhang Han glanced at him and said lightly: "Learn more about Chinese medicine."

After speaking, he pushed the car forward.

"Learn a lot of Chinese medicine..." Mengmeng imitated Zhang Han's tone, and said to the man in a decent voice.

Of course, this sentence is a sentence Zhang Han casually fooled, but Zhang Han also knows that if he is a veteran of Chinese medicine, he can also see it here.

However, what Zhang Han didn't know was that because of his words, the middle-aged man became a master of Chinese medicine a few years later.

When it's time to checkout,

As soon as half of the items were scanned, the manager of the supermarket walked over quickly.

He decided to let the supermarket give Zhang Han a free order to express his gratitude, and said some words of gratitude. After the cashier sorted out the things, Zhang Han nodded and left the supermarket with the things.

"Wow, Daddy, you are hero, (Daddy, you are a hero.)" Mengmeng said with admiration.

"Hahaha..." Zhang Hanlang laughed and replied in pure English: "Baby I just want to be a hero of your own! (Baby, I just want to be a hero of your own.)"

"No no no! There's a Mum (no, no, there's a Mum too.)" Mengmeng said with a pout.

"Well, then count her as one." Zhang Han then replied in fluent English.

"Huh? Daddy you..... (Daddy, how come you can speak English!)" Mengmeng asked suspiciously.

"Of course it's for learning. For Mengmeng, dad wants to be an all-round dad." Zhang Han replied in English with a smile.

"Oh, Papa, you are already my hero." She replied with a cute expression and a baby voice.

Zhang Han hugged Mengmeng, and the two walked to the car and communicated in English.

There was quite a lot of people in front of the supermarket. After the parents with their children saw it, it was better if they knew English, and those who didn't understand English looked envious and jealous.

It seems that a woman's voice of resentment is heard:

"Look at their father and children, and look at you two, a foodie and a foodie, they just know how to eat and eat, and they don't do anything but eat all day long!"

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Driving back to the restaurant, Mengmeng was sitting on the white sofa playing with her toys, while Zhang Han was going to clean up the kitchen, washing and putting away all the kitchen utensils he bought, but before that, put on some music and listen to the music Work is still good.

So Zhang Han turned on the Apple laptop, opened the Kugou software, and clicked on Hot Song Radio.

The song played, and Zhang Han listened to the song while tidying up the kitchen, his brows gradually wrinkled.

what happened?

There are not many good songs among the hot songs, and more than half of them are not the type that Zhang Han likes, and they are a bit too noisy, so Zhang Han put down what he was doing, walked to the computer, and searched for the songs he liked to listen to in his previous life.

If you don't search, you don't know. If you search, you will be shocked.

There is no information on many of Zhang Han's favorite songs, and even two celebrities who like to listen to songs have never appeared, such as Deng Qi, a young soprano genius.

Moreover, some of Zhang Han's familiar songs by famous singers have not been published.

For example, this Xue Qian, ugly, how many miles around, what do you want from me, animal world, etc., but it seems that there are no actors, serious Xue, ambiguous.

You know, Serious Snow was one of his famous songs in the previous life, and the actor's song became popular all over the country and gained a lot of fame.

However, there are some singers that Zhang Han has never heard of in his previous life, and they are very popular now, and their songs sound good.

Going back and forth, Zhang Han selected 50 songs, 30 of which were favorites of Zhang Han in his previous life, and the rest were famous songs of unknown singers.

This time, the quality of the song satisfied Zhang Han, so he played the song and went to the kitchen to pack it up, muttering as he walked:

"My Immortal Lord Hanyang was reborn on Earth, so it's normal to mess up the development track here. Hey, after all, my strength was too high back then."

Immortal cultivators in the tribulation period can easily destroy a planet with a single palm. Zhang Han is not surprised, not to mention the changes in the trajectory of the entertainment industry, even if North America is gone or the island country is sinking.

"Actually... it's okay to sell them the songs that they didn't appear in." Zhang Han pondered for a while.

It just so happens that there is no money right now, and if there is anything to do, a few hundred thousand seems not enough.

"How much is the right price? Forget it, it's all their songs anyway, one hundred thousand each."

After pondering for less than a minute, Zhang Han decided.

As everyone knows, in this era of rampant piracy, 100,000 a song is already considered a high price, but the songs Zhang Han mentioned are all famous songs in the past, so the value is far from being comparable to 100,000. , the price is still very cheap.

I kept packing until noon, and all the things I bought were packed.

The kitchen utensils, towels and other supplies were all washed, but because there were no ingredients, Zhang Han still planned to take Mengmeng out for lunch.

Just when he was about to leave, the first wave of guests was greeted at the door.

Three young girls in formal attire in their early twenties walked in very curiously.

They were attracted by the plaque of "Mengmeng's Casual Restaurant". Of course, they didn't know that Mengmeng was the nickname of the little princess, and they were still wondering how could the restaurant be called Mengmeng?

In addition, they took a look at the door, and the unique decoration and neat and clean restaurant attracted them even more, so they walked in.

"Boss, what kind of cute food does this cute restaurant of yours serve?" One of the women with ponytails asked with a smile.

"I, I am Mengmeng, the restaurant is not Mengmeng, but I am." Mengmeng explained to the three young ladies blinking her big clear eyes.

"Wow, what a cute little girl."

"What an interesting restaurant name."

"It's fun. It's the first time I saw a restaurant decorated like a family. It's very warm."

The three girls laughed and said.

"It hasn't opened yet." Suddenly, Zhang Tian opened his mouth, and poured cold water on his face.

"Huh? It's not open yet?"

The three women froze for a moment, curled their lips and walked out.

Originally, they wanted to have a good meal here, but they didn't expect that they didn't open, so they had no choice but to leave with a little regret.

"Let's go, let's go eat too." Zhang Han chuckled, picked up Mengmeng and walked out, and asked while walking: "Mengmeng, what do you want to eat at noon?"

"Eat...err...barbecue meat." Mengmeng thought for a while and replied in a milky voice.

"Okay, then let's go eat Korean food." Zhang Han smiled and took Mengmeng out.

After lunch, Zhang Han did not go back to the restaurant, but went to Crescent Mountain.

As soon as Mengmeng came to Crescent Mountain, she happily played with the dogs. Zhang Han picked up the farm tools and started harvesting rice. One-third of the rice field was harvested. The rice can be processed into nearly one hundred catties The rice is enough to last for a while.

In addition to the rice, Zhang Han took some shallots, and then came to the chicken rack. In the past few days, there were almost a hundred eggs. The shells of the eggs were very round and smooth, and they were a circle larger than ordinary eggs. A little bigger can catch up with the size of a goose egg.

The harvested rice was brought to the foot of the mountain one by one, and Zhang Han took Mengmeng away on the last trip.

After checking the truck number, I called a truck and headed to the grain processing factory.