Chapter 47: This is the song I want.

After Zhang Han packed the kitchen, he took a rag to the white table.
I took a small 100-dollar bill from the top and put it in the drawer of the computer counter without looking.
The three people ate a total of five egg fried rice and six cups of beef and goat milk. Yu Qingqing’s refreshing taste left 2,100 yuan directly. Normally, five eggs fried rice is 1,400 yuan. The cup of milk is 480 yuan, a total of 1,880 yuan is enough.
However, Yu Qingqing's algorithm is not like this. She counts the egg fried rice directly to three hundred, and a cup of milk to one hundred, that is, one thousand five plus six hundred, two thousand one.
However, Zhang Han is too lazy to check the money. The money is only a figure for him. Although there is not much now, Zhang Han has never worried that he will be short of money in the future.
Throw the carton tableware on the table into the trash can, and the phone rang when the table was wiped.
At a glance, it was only eight o'clock. At this time, the phone was the purple and purple chatter.
"Zhang Han." The voice of Zi Yan is as ethereal as ever, but Zhang Han still hears a little exhaustion.
"Ok."
"Every time, um, ah, you are so unwilling to talk to me?" Zi Yan's tone was somewhat dissatisfied.
I don't know what's going on. Every time I listen to Zhang Han's faint ‘um’ and ‘ah’, Zi Yan’s itch is always mad! If it is around him, I don’t have to think about it. Purple will definitely be a mess.
However, Zhang Han is inexplicable every time.
When you called, I called my name. You told me to tell you?
Silenced for a moment on the phone, the voice of Zi Yan also cooled down: "Call to Meng Meng, I want to talk to her!"
"Oh." Zhang Han nodded and went to Meng Meng. After sinking down, he asked: "How about the MV? Listening to your tone, it seems to be a little tired."
"Hey! This is like a sentence." Zi Yan snorted, his tone softened by three points, and said: "It is very tired. I took it at three o'clock in the morning and slept for four hours. I will go there later. In the suburbs, it is necessary to shoot before the 10th. On the 11th, I will go back for a day off. On the 12th, there will be a commercial performance in Victoria Harbour. On the 13th, I will go to see the final production of the song. On the 14th, I will also publicize the conference.

Zhang Hanwen said that his brow was slightly wrinkled and said: "Is it necessary to work so hard?"
Nowadays, in the information age, there are a few excellent songs at home, and it is enough to go to two concerts without being bored.
And the purple enamel, MV, commercial performance, press conference, etc., a series of work, Zhang Han seems to be too busy, if not drinking pure Yang. Water, it is estimated that her fatigue is twice as much.
And what stars, banknotes are not floating clouds in the end, to their own identity as a cultivator, after all, they will eventually leave the earth with Meng Meng and their families. After all, one person has to go to the sky, the amount of .... Purple 妍.... Almost a part of the family?
"I also want to accompany my Meng Meng, but I can't. I want to make money. I will give Meng Meng a good education, a life of worry-free life, and my reputation after the film has not been obtained. I have retired for five years. In this era of rapid development of information, people have to forget me. If I come back, I will work harder than others to succeed." Zi Yan said slowly.
In fact, she is also under a lot of pressure. In this case, no matter who she is, the pressure will be great. At this time, the woman also needs a man to share the pressure for him, but in her eyes, Zhang Han’s temper and his views on the entertainment industry, he is unlikely to help himself.
"Well, then you can do it, take care of your body outside, don't worry about making money, and I won't be short of money at home." Zhang Han sank, and naturally said a word of concern.
"Thank you." The voice of Zi Yan was softened again by three points. Some smiles said: "Right, listen to Meng Meng, you said that the food you cooked is delicious?"
"Ok."
Zhang Han responded.
"Hey! It seems that there are really two brushes in this confidence?" Zixiao laughed and said: "And, don't insult what kind of ants are not ants, or I will definitely want you to look good, OK. , call Meng Meng, I want to talk to her."
"Oh."
Zhang Han slightly squatted down, unconsciously standing on the sofa and chatting with Zixiao for five minutes, handing the mobile phone to the cute cartoon, and hearing the sound of Ma Ma, Meng Meng did not even watch the TV, 叽叽喳喳Chatted up.
This chat is half an hour, Zi Yan is going to work, Meng Meng is very well-behaved after the farewell to hang up the phone.
In the morning, the restaurant continued to have more than a dozen wave guests. The location of the restaurant is not bad, and the bright glass can be seen in the unique decoration of the room. The crystal chandelier on the table looks very elegant piano. Very neat decoration, various reasons have also attracted many customers.
But because Zhang Han does not cook, these people can only sigh and leave.
Zhang Han sank, and this is not a way to go, so Zhang Han put a sign in the direction of the front side of the restaurant.
Business hours: 7.00-8.00 early, 12.00-13.00 at noon, 18.00-19.00 at night, not necessarily open every day, please do not disturb during non-business hours.
Food: Egg fried rice - 280 yuan a cup, milk 80 yuan a cup, occasionally goat milk, 80 cups.
The opening hours of the first article, like the overlord clause, are already unscientific in people's eyes. The price of the second article is even more infuriating to those who do not know the truth.
Only sell fried rice, and the price is still so expensive, the ghost came to eat at this restaurant.
Even after Zhang Han finished the signboard, the female staff member of the Sichuan Restaurant next door was curious to come over and looked at it. After seeing the above news, she smiled back and forth, and it was inevitable that it was a sneer.
......
At the same time, Xue Qian’s home.
"Oh! This is what garbage! It’s really killing me!" Li Fan was very annoyed and picked up the headset, and said with a sigh of relief: "His mother, Gangte, who studies less than half a year of music, dare to deliver. Songs, I am really convinced, and the investment is not enough. Even the music scores are incomplete. Is it a game of playing songs with me?"
"Hehehe." Xue Qiang smiled and said: "I will listen to the songs in the afternoon, you rest, I think you are going crazy when you listen."
"I am crazy, I am hungry." Li Fan’s stomach screamed twice. He stood up and said, "I am going to make a bowl of noodles."
"Don't, let's go out and eat? You have been working hard these days. Let's go out and improve the food." Xue Qian asked.
"Don't go out, I don't delay listening to the songs, I am going to the concert day, there is not much time, I can choose two good song concerts to be complete." Li Fan shook his head.
Although the endorsements, business, and variety shows are irreparable, but the public opinion is no longer a one-sided situation, the fans are very supportive of him, and the faces of Xue Qian’s face will occasionally leak a smile in the past two days. Li Fan looks in his eyes. There are also some reliefs in my heart.
"Then I order some food, don't eat instant noodles." Xue Qian said that he put down his guitar and took out his mobile phone to order some food.
"That's OK, I want an eight-inch pizza, two copies of six mature steaks, dessert snacks are free to come." Li Fan heard a smile and re-sit back to the computer desk.
"You are not at all polite!" Xue Qiang smiled.
Li Fan has been with him for more than four years. He has done things seriously and fulfilled his duties. The relationship between the two is also very good. He will also make some jokes in private.
"Which employees and bosses are polite."
Li Fan grinned and put on his headset, his eyes looked at the computer screen again, and opened the information of the next mailbox.
The name of this song is called an actor.
"Hey? This name feels OK, but the content is estimated to be white, the information is quite complete, even the tuning piano has ... ah? What is the purpose? This song actually has a price tag of 100,000 yuan? I By! Crazy?"
Li Fan shouted aloud.
In general, the income of a song, the main creative staff is divided into 5 percent of the royalties, the singer can be divided into 20 to 40 percent, and the rest belong to the record company, but because of piracy, these Divided into income is not high, and sometimes good songs are all copyright buyouts, the price is generally 50,000 or 60,000, a slightly famous producer will have a price of more than 100,000.
And those qualified producers, Li Fan has long been familiar, there is no such thing as ‘Cold Sun’.
Then a newcomer, dare to open a price of 100,000, seems to be somewhat arrogant in Li Fan.
"Oh? 100,000 songs? I will listen to it with the sound."
Even Xue Qian himself gave birth to a curiosity.
"Then listen to this so-called 100,000 yuan song!" Li Fan snorted, pulled out the headset, inserted an impression, and began to play music accompaniment.
When the melodious piano accompaniment sounded, Li Fan gave a slight glimpse.
"It's a bit interesting!"
Li Fan’s expression became extremely serious in an instant, listening carefully to the accompaniment.
Xue Qiang has already closed his eyes to feel.
Unconsciously, an accompaniment was heard.
"At last I heard a more like thing, let's listen to the tuning piano." Li Fan said, and began to play the piano.
After listening to the piano music, Li Fan's brow picked up. He glanced at Xue Qiang and said: "I think... the boutique is here!"
"Look at the lyric!"
Xue Qian quickly rushed over.
"The simple way to talk is simple, the emotions that are progressive should be omitted, you are not an actor, don't design those plots...."
After reading the lyrics, Li Fan’s expression was already a little excited, and he trembled:
"Good! This lyric is really good! It's great, I feel, I feel that if you sing this song, it will be very perfect!"
"Actor..." Xue Qiang's eyes were a little lost, muttering: "This is the song I want!"