Chapter 111: Finalize the song

Back to the first floor, when Li Fan saw Zhang Meng with Meng Meng, his face was excited and greeted.
"Ha ha ha, Mr. Zhang, hello, hello." Li Fan extended his hands enthusiastically.
"Yeah." Zhang Han pulled out a hand and he shook it.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I don't know what you like when I first meet, so I bought a little fruit." Xue Qiang raised the fruit bag in his hand.
"Let's put it over there." Zhang Han nodded and gestured to the coffee table on one side.
"Fruit, Meng Meng wants to eat a little bit." Meng Meng waved a small palm and said.
The sable is especially fond of eating fruit. When it is in North America, it will eat some every day. It will be eaten from childhood, and it is also very popular for fruit.
But since I was with Zhang Han, the frequency of eating fruit was very small, because Zhang Han planned to grow fruit trees by himself, and could not squint at the fruits outside.
The profit of the fruit market is also very large, and there are many rules in it. Not all fruits are as nutritious as the instructions. Take apples. Many apples on the market have pesticides on the skin. It is simple to wash. A wash can't be removed.
Therefore, those organic fruits, pesticide-free fruits will be expensive, but not all are fidelity.
However, for a penny, this sentence is somewhat reasonable.
Zhao Feng, standing next to him, heard that Xiaogong mainly ate fruit, and quickly picked up the fruit bag in Xue Qian’s hand, and went to the kitchen to find the fruit plate to wash the grapes and other fruits inside.
Such a move is really like a waiter in a restaurant, and it is important that this behavior belongs to ‘respect’ in the eyes of Zhang Han.
People respect me a foot, I am still a man, all these things, although Zhang Han never said anything, but will look in the eyes.
After Zhao Feng washed the fruit, he placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"Hey, let's put it sprouting, Meng Meng is going to eat fruit." Meng Meng was twisted and twisted in Zhang Han's arms after seeing it. The small appearance was really cute.
Li Fan and Xue Qian’s heart are happy, and they all sigh:
"Mr. Zhang’s daughter is so beautiful."
"Yeah, I saw this for the first time."
If I had amazed two times before, Meng Meng would be very happy to say something to the two people, but now the little princess's attention is on the fruit. After Zhang Han was placed on the ground, she ran over with her calf.
Zhao Feng is indulging. He feels that the boss may be talking to others and thinking about whether he should avoid it, but his curiosity makes him sit on the sofa.
"That.... Mr. Zhang, we..." Li Fan sinks down and wants to cut into the topic directly and talk about the song.
However, Xue Qiang directly interrupted: "It is not easy for Mr. Zhang to make such a high-quality song. He wants to have a high attainment in music."
"Yeah." Zhang Han nodded faintly.
But there is still a trace in my heart... weird.
It stands to reason that this song is just a ‘song porter’, and the songs that have not been published are written in advance, but people still praise themselves in front of them. This feeling is also very interesting.
"That, I think some small details of the problem want to communicate with you, or we find a recording studio, you listen to see?" Xue Qian said with a tone of inquiry.
"No, just sing here."
"Ah? Here?" Xue Qiang said a little, hesitantly said: "How do you sing here?"
"Put on the music, you sing it again, I can listen to it." Zhang Han said casually.
"This..." Xue Qiang smiled and said: "That's alright."
When he finished, he took the hat off his head.
This made Zhao Feng, who was familiar with his voice, recognize it.
‘Xue Qian? Why is he here? It seems that the boss is looking for a song to study. Does the boss still have music? ’
Zhao Feng’s somewhat surprised eyes glanced back and forth between Zhang Han and Xue Qian’s body, but it was somewhat relieved. He smiled and shook his head, feeling that he was a little fuss.
‘The boss’s piano skills are so strong, it’s definitely music.’
Zhang Han took Xue Qian and Li Fan to the front of the notebook, opened the laptop and played the accompaniment.
"I just sing like this?" Xue Qian said with a puzzled voice.
In the studio, you can hear high-quality sound sources, so if you sing, some small details will not be good, and he still feels awkward.
"Ok."
Seeing Zhang Han’s instructions, Xue Qian nodded helplessly and cleared his mind.
That’s how to sing, boss, wait, I’m brewing.

Zhang Hanwen said that the background music was turned off.
"Cough, um....." Xue Qian began to look for this song.
At this time, in addition to Meng Meng in a small mouth and a small mouth to eat fruit, Zhao Feng's curious eyes have been staring at this side.
He already realized that the boss wrote a song for him, and he was still curious about the level of the song.
Finally, a minute later, Xue Qiang said slightly deeper: "Get started."
Zhang Han played the accompaniment, the background music came out from the high-quality sound, and a heavy piano prelude sounded.
"The simple way to talk is simple. Please excuse your emotions. You are not an actor. Don't design those plots."
When the expert took the shot, he knew if there was any. The first sentence that was sung, let Zhang Han nod slightly, and the song was given a strong emotional tune.
Gradually, Xue Qiang’s ecstasy has been forgotten, his eyes are small, showing and interpreting the beauty of this song.
"In fact, the audience under the audience is one of me. In fact, I also see that you are a little bit sad. The scene is also used to us to pull back and forth, and still care about what."
"In fact, it is not obvious that you can't tell the difference. In fact, the most fearful thing is the setback. The more you play, the more you can't cry, and it's still worth it."
"It's time for me to perform with you....."
A song, in addition to Zhang Han's look is relatively calm, everyone else has been intoxicated.
It is the charm of the song.
The dance music can let people release their wildness, and the melodious music can relax people. At this time, this actor is a melodious music with deep emotions.
Li Fan has closed his eyes to feel it. Zhao Feng’s eyes are also slightly stunned. Even the little princess, at this time, put down the grapes in his hands, and his big eyes flickered and watched Xue Qiang singing.
Gradually, a song ends.
No one spoke in the ten seconds after the end, and they were all intoxicated in the aftermath of the song.
"啪啪啪....."
Zhao Feng returned to God and couldn’t help but applaud and praised: "Yes, it’s really good, Mr. Xue sang very well."
"Award the prize." Xue Qiang smiled and smiled at Zhao Feng.
"I don't know the meaning of the song at first, but I am already listening to the song. I am still thinking about it in the song. I don't see the dreamer in the past. The mood of this song is really great and fascinating." Li Fan opened his eyes and watched In addition to Zhang Han's gaze is admire.
Being able to make such a classic song is enough to show how high Mr. Zhang’s accomplishments in music are.
Even at this time, Li Fan’s expression became more respectful. He felt that Mr. Zhang deserves his respect.
"Good to listen, great, my little brother is very powerful." Meng Meng couldn't help but say a compliment.
"Thank you for complimenting." Xue Qiang smiled at Meng Meng and Yan.
"Well, I don't have a good sing, I sing it, the amount... is the best in the world." The cute eyes are full of serious colors, and I whispered. After a sentence, I continued to sip the grapes.
In the heart of the little princess, Ma Ma sings the most, and the cooking is the most powerful. There are a lot of things that can be great.
"Ha ha ha..."
Her words attracted laughter from several other people.
Li Fan and Xue Qian did not think much. They just thought that this was the adoration of Meng Ma, but if they learned that the little princess’s hemp was purple, it would be shocked for a while.
"Mr. Zhang, what do you think?" Xue Qiang looked at Zhang Han and looked forward to his expectations.
"No problem, this is your song." Zhang Han smiled faintly.
This is his song. Of course, there is no problem in singing. It is just that this sentence makes them understand that this song was written by Zhang Han specifically for him, and they are still a little excited.
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Zhang." Xue Qiang nodded and asked again: "So, what is the difference between what I sing and your thoughts?"
"No difference, it has been very good."
"Then let's talk about the cost of songs." Xue Qian took a look at Li Fan.
Li Fanyi will, after taking a message, said: "This is Mr. Zhang, this song is very suitable for us, so we made concessions on the price..."
"No, it's the price." Zhang Han shook his head directly.
Write songs, let the songs come out in advance, the purpose is just to put these music to listen to when cooking.
As for making money? Zhang Han did not think about it, even if it is to make money, Zhang Han will not use this kind of curve and trouble.
So for the price, I just want a hundred thousand meanings.
And this 100,000 yuan is super earned in Li Fan's opinion, but the quality of this song is very good. He is somewhat unbearable and embarrassed, so the two decided to raise the price before coming. At this time, I heard Zhang. Han refused, Li Fan squatted, and then said: "But..."
After he had not finished speaking, Zhang Han shook his head directly and said: "Don't say it, it is yours to pay 100,000 directly."
When this statement came out, Li Fan and Xue Qiang looked at each other.
They found that Mr. Zhang did not seem to care about fame and fortune. If you know that this song is a fire, there will be a lot of points that Mr. Zhang can get.
"Mr. Zhang, listen to me." Li Fan smiled and said: "This is the case. I think of two ways of signing, one is 100,000 yuan, divided into contracts, and the other is 200,000 buyouts, you See how?"
"That is 200,000." Zhang Han replied very simply.
"Okay." Li Fan nodded a little, he thought that how to make a business here is so fast?
So Li Fan started the trading process, but those signatures were signed by Zhao Feng. Zhang Han went directly to the sofa and played with Meng Meng. Looking at his expression, he really didn’t care about this matter. Let Li Fan feel ten twists.
Talking about the contract is either a hidden murder or a happy one, but when it comes to it, he is a little bit ignorant.