Chapter 47 This Is the Song I Want

After Zhang Han cleaned up the kitchen, he took a rag to the white dining table.

He picked up a small stack of hundred-yuan bills from above, and put them in the drawer of the computer counter without looking at them.

The three of them ate five servings of egg fried rice and six cups of cow and goat milk. Yu Qingqing ate comfortably and left 2,100 yuan. Normally, five servings of egg fried rice cost 1,400 yuan. A cup of milk costs 480 yuan, so a total of 1,880 yuan is enough.

But Yu Qingqing's calculation is not like this. She calculates that one serving of egg fried rice will be directly paid three hundred, and one cup of milk will be given one hundred, that is, one thousand and five plus six hundred, two thousand one.

However, Zhang Han didn't bother to check the money. Money was just a number to him. Although there was not much now, Zhang Han never worried that he would be short of money in the future.

Throw the carton tableware on the table into the trash can, and after wiping the table, the phone rang.

Taking a look at the time, it was only eight o'clock, and it was Zi Yan who was chatting with Mengmeng everyday on the phone.

"Zhang Han." Zi Yan's voice was as ethereal as ever, but Zhang Han still felt a little tired.

"Ok."

"Hmm every time, why are you so unwilling to talk to me?" Zi Yan's tone was a little dissatisfied.

I don't know what's going on, but every time she hears Zhang Han's faint 'um' and 'ah', Zi Yan always gets angry! If this is by his side, there is no need to think about it at all, Zi Yan will definitely scold her indiscriminately.

But Zhang Han is inexplicable every time.

You called me by my name when you called, what did you want me to tell you?

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and Zi Yan's voice became cold: "Call Mengmeng, I want to talk to her!"

"Oh." Zhang Han nodded, walked towards Mengmeng, pondered for a while and asked: "How was the MV filming? Judging from your tone, it seems a little tired."

"Huh! This sounds like a human saying." Zi Yan snorted softly, her tone softened three minutes, and said: "I'm quite tired. Yesterday I took pictures until three o'clock in the morning, and I slept for four hours, and I have to go later The location shooting in the suburbs must be finished before the 10th, go back to rest for a day on the 11th, have a commercial performance in Victoria Harbor on the 12th, go to see the final production of the song on the 13th, and have a publicity conference on the 14th. "

Zhang Han frowned slightly when he heard this, and said, "Is it necessary to work so hard?"

Now is the information age. It is enough to release a few high-quality songs at home and go to two concerts when you are bored.

As for Zi Yan, MV, commercial performance, press conference and so on, in Zhang Han's view, she is a bit too busy. If she hadn't drank Chunyang. Water, she would probably be twice as tired.

What's more, celebrities and banknotes are not floating clouds in the end. As an immortal cultivator, he will eventually leave the earth with Mengmeng and his family. Kind of like part of the family, right?

"I also want to accompany Mengmeng well, but I can't, I want to make money, and I want to give Mengmeng a good education in the future, and a life without worrying about food and clothing. Besides, I haven't won the reputation of actress, so I will retire for five years , In this era of rapid information development, people will forget me, and I will have to work harder than others to succeed when I come back." Zi Yan said slowly.

In fact, she is also under a lot of pressure. In her situation, no matter who she is, the pressure will be very high. At this time, a woman also needs a man to share the pressure for him, but in her eyes, Zhang Han's temperament and his views on the entertainment industry, it is impossible for him to be of any help to him.

"Well, then you can figure it out, take good care of your body outside, don't worry about making money, and I won't be short of money at home." Zhang Han pondered for a while, and naturally said a word of concern.

"Thank you." Zi Yan's voice was soft again, and she said with a smile: "By the way, I heard from Mengmeng that your cooking is delicious?"

"Ok.

"

Zhang Han responded.

"Huh! So confident, it seems that you really have two brushes?" Zi Yan snorted, and said: "Also, don't indoctrinate Mengmeng with the education that ants are not ants, or I will definitely want you to look good when I go back, okay , call Mengmeng, I want to talk to her."

"Oh."

Zhang Han froze for a moment, unknowingly he stood by the sofa and chatted with Zi Yan for five minutes, then handed the mobile phone to Mengmeng, who was watching cartoons, and heard the numb voice, Mengmeng didn't even watch TV, twittering chatted.

This chat lasted for half an hour, Ziyan was going to work, Mengmeng said goodbye obediently before hanging up the phone.

During the whole morning, the restaurant has more than a dozen waves of customers. The location of the restaurant is not bad, and the unique decoration in the room can be seen from the bright glass. The crystal chandelier on the dining table, the very elegant piano, The neat decoration has attracted many customers for various reasons.

But because Zhang Han doesn't cook, these people can only leave with a sigh.

Zhang Han pondered for a moment, it was not an option to go on like this, so Zhang Han put a sign on the side of the restaurant door.

Business hours: 7.00-8.00 am, 12.00-13.00 noon, 18.00-19.00 pm, not necessarily open every day, please do not disturb during non-business hours.

Food: Fried rice with eggs - 280 yuan a piece, 80 yuan a cup of milk, and occasionally goat milk, 80 yuan a cup.

The business hours of the first article, which is like the overlord clause, are considered unscientific by people, and the price of the second article makes people who don't know the truth even more indignant.

It only sells fried rice with eggs, and the price is so expensive, ghosts come to this restaurant to eat.

Even after Zhang Han finished the notice board, the female staff member of the Sichuan Spicy Restaurant next door came over curiously and took a look. After seeing the news on it, she went back with a suppressed smile, and it was inevitable that there would be another burst of sarcasm.

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At the same time, Xue Qian's home.

"Oh! What kind of rubbish is this! I'm so worried!" Li Fan took off the headset very annoyed, and said angrily: "Damn it, just dare to deliver it after studying music for less than half a year!" I’m really convinced of the song, it’s okay to vote, even the score is not complete, are you playing a game of listening to the song and filling in the score with me?”

"Hehehe." Xue Qian smiled slightly and said, "Let me listen to the song in the afternoon, you rest, I think you will go crazy if you listen to it."

"I'm already crazy, I'm hungry." Li Fan's stomach groaned twice, he stood up and said, "I'm going to make a bowl of noodles."

"Come on, shall we go out to eat? You have been working hard these few days, let's go out and improve the food." Xue Qian asked.

"It's better not to go out. I won't delay listening to the songs by soaking in noodles. The concert is coming soon, and there is not much time. Only two good songs can be selected for the concert to be considered complete." Li Fan shook his head.

Although those endorsements, commercials, and variety shows are irreversible, public opinion is no longer one-sided. Fans are also very supportive of him, and Xue Qian will occasionally smile on his face in the past two days. Li Fan sees it , I felt a little relieved.

"Then let me order some food instead of instant noodles." Xue Qian put down the guitar in his hand and took out his mobile phone to order some food.

"That's fine too. I want an eight-inch pizza and two six-ripe steaks. I'm bringing some desserts and snacks at will." Li Fan smiled and sat back at the computer desk.

"You're not being polite at all!" Xue Qian scolded with a smile.

Li Fan has been with him for more than four years, and they are serious and conscientious. The relationship between the two is also very good, and they will joke in private.

"How can employees and bosses be polite?"

Li Fan grinned, put on the headset, looked at the computer screen again, and opened the next email message.

The name of this song is called Actor.

"Huh? The name seems okay, but the content is probably nonsense. The information is quite complete, even the tuned piano music... eh? What is it? This song is clearly priced at 100,000 yuan? I Damn! Are you crazy?"

Li Fan called out loudly.

Generally speaking, in the income of a song, the main creative personnel share 5% of the royalties, the singer can share 20% to 40%, and the rest belongs to the record company. However, due to piracy, these The share income is actually not high, and sometimes good songs are bought out for all copyrights, and the price is generally 50,000 to 60,000 yuan, and a slightly famous producer will have a price of more than 100,000 yuan.

As for those qualified producers, Li Fan has long been familiar with them, and there is no one named 'Han Yang' at all.

Such a newcomer dared to offer a price of 100,000 yuan, which seemed a little arrogant to Li Fan.

"Oh? Hundred thousand songs? Play it on the stereo, and I'll listen to it too."

Even Xue Qian himself was curious.

"Then listen to the so-called 100,000 yuan song!" Li Fan sneered, pulled out the headset, plugged in the impression, and started playing the music accompaniment.

When the melodious and solemn piano accompaniment sounded, Li Fan was slightly taken aback.

"It's interesting!"

Li Fan's expression became extremely serious in an instant, and he began to listen to the accompaniment carefully.

Xue Qian, on the other hand, had already closed his eyes to feel it.

Before I knew it, an accompaniment was over.

"Finally, I heard a more relevant song. Let's listen to tuned piano music." Li Fan said, and started playing the piano music.

After listening to the piano music, Li Fan raised his brows, glanced at Xue Qian, and said in a deep voice, "I think...the boutique is here!"

"Look at the lyrics!"

Xue Qian hurried over.

"Simply speak in a simpler way, please omit the progressive emotions, you are not an actor, don't design those plots..."

After reading the lyrics, Li Fan's expression became a little excited, and he said tremblingly:

"Okay! The lyrics are really good! It's really great. I feel, I feel that if you sing this song, it will be very, very perfect!"

"Actor..." Xue Qian lost his gaze and murmured, "This is the song I want!"