Chapter 116: What kind of singer a chef is! (Third sent)

Wang Long's speed was very fast, and he returned to the company panting less than half an hour after Lu Yuan hung up.
Lu Yuan was a little relieved seeing him sweating profusely.
It feels good that someone gives pillows when you are dozing off.
9.15 at night.
Under the slightly dim light, Lu Yuan sat on the table and lit a "red orchid", looking at Wang Long sitting opposite.
Although Wang Long kept smiling, Lu Yuan could see that he was a little embarrassed in his pupils.
Lu Yuan didn't speak, he was just looking at him while whistling, and the anxiety in his heart got heavier and heavier, feeling that some important secret in his body had been discovered by Lu Yuan, and he became more and more uncomfortable.
He didn't even know if it was his illusion, he felt that Lu Yuan's eyes became sharper and sharper.
Lu Yuan did not discover any secrets in Wang Long.
He just looked at Wang Long's figure while thinking about how to order the chef's uniform, what kind of dishes and what types of dishes he should serve in the future.
He has been planning, has been planning.
How about making a nutritious breakfast. People nowadays are getting richer, so they are paying more and more attention to health. If you make a nutritious breakfast, you should be able to make a fortune. With Wang Long’s breakfast level, it’s better than other chefs. Much better.
In addition to breakfast, you can also cook dinner. I used to want to open a fast food restaurant, but now I think it’s better to make a profit than a fast food restaurant...
"Lu, President Lu, you...Don't look at me like this, I panicked..." Lu Yuan was thinking here, but Wang Long over there felt his hair stand up, and he felt more and more wrong. Finally, He broke the silence.
"Haha, don't panic..." Lu Yuan pinched out the cigarette and smiled.
"That... Mr. Lu, what do you mean by mixing with you..." Wang Long couldn't hold back anymore.
"Literally, I think you are a talent. With a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, it's a bit of a shame."
"There is nothing wrong with being unyielding, Mr. Lu, I just want to eat something..." Wang Long looked at Lu Yuan tentatively, his voice slightly timid.
"Are you afraid of failure?"
"I... To be honest, I am very scared." Wang Long bowed his head. "After all, I am now in my thirties, and I can no longer afford to fail, just like your "Old Boy"... In fact, I especially like your "Old Boy". "Old Boy", that song is really written and sung."
"You need a platform."
"but……"
"Do you have a dream?"
"Have."
"That's good, if you have a dream, you must go and chase it."
"I..." Wang Long hesitated, "But..."
"You just have to listen to me and do it. Although the dream is far away, as long as you get closer every day, you can achieve it!" Lu Yuan encouraged Wang Long and gave out the soul chicken soup without hesitation.
"I, can you?" Although Lu Yuan's words shocked Wang Long, he still lacked confidence.
"Well, yes, I believe you, I understand your feelings now, after all, anyone who fails will have doubts about themselves..." Lu Yuan laughed.
He thought Wang Long was a bit interesting.
"But, that needs a lot of money..." Wang Long looked down at the window, seeming to be caught in the memory of the past.
"You don't need to worry about the money, just leave it to me."
"Mr. Lu, I..." Wang Long looked up. When he saw Lu Yuan's sincere eyes, he was suddenly very excited, and his words slowly became dry for a while.
This is a feeling of encountering Bole, this is a kind of moving.
"Let's talk, now you have any requirements, as long as I have, I can provide you..." Lu Yuan patted his chest.
He estimated that no matter how big the investment is, a restaurant doesn't need much money. Although he is gradually starting to get tighter now, he still has money.
"I……"
"Speak up, don't be nervous and don't be afraid of failure. Failure is the mother of success. Who has never experienced failure?" Lu Yuan continued to put a wave of chicken soup.
"Mr. Lu, I have almost prepared for the other singles, just one title song and the money to release the album. I... I'll count it, it's about four hundred and fifty thousand or so, it's almost out..." Wang Long looked up, his gaze slowly became hot from the initial loss and lack of confidence.
"It doesn't matter, it's on me, uh, wait... the album, the title song?" Lu Yuan suddenly looked at Wang Long.
He heard something wrong.
Album?
The title song?
Wrong!
Are we talking about the same topic?
"Yes, my dream has always been to be a singer..."
"So you opened the restaurant and closed down because..."
"I opened a restaurant and made money to prepare for my first album. As a result, because there is no publicity channel, the album not only lost money but also owed a debt. In order to pay off the debt, I transferred the restaurant. Unfortunately, it was not enough, so I kept doing odd jobs. Paying off the debt, it was only this year that all the debts were paid off..." Wang Long lowered his head.
"So, you don't want to be a chef?"
"I want to be a singer."
"If someone asks you to open a restaurant, you won't go either?"
"Well, let's tell Mr. Lu, I, I am really a bit unwilling..."
"..."
After hearing this, Lu Yuan took a deep breath.
Oh my God.
All this is completely different from the script I imagined.
He is a chef who wants to be a singer...
The restaurant closed down not because of poor management but because of preparations for his first album, and the album lost money...
So, all this is my own wishful thinking?
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay... I'm a little tired."
"Oh, President Lu, what should I do next?"
"There is nothing to do."
"Oh, do I want to show you the albums I have created over the years?"
"No need, go ahead and work."
"Ah? Then I will wait for your instructions?" Wang Longhan looked at Lu Yuan who was slowly climbing onto the bed.
"Ok."
Lu Yuan nodded intentionally or unintentionally.
At this moment, he felt tired again.
"Then Mr. Lu, I won't bother you to rest. I will come over on time for breakfast tomorrow."
Although he didn't know that Lu Yuan suddenly became something wrong, Wang Long turned and left the company very excitedly.
Before leaving, he looked back at the word "entertainment" on the company again, and then thought that after the company moved, he was a regular employee of the company, he took a sharp breath in an instant...
The heart that was already dead seemed to recover at this moment.
"..."
As for Lu Yuan, he closed his eyes and lay down, looking weak and unable to respond to Wang Long's words.
The things that were originally planned have now completely collapsed in an instant.
A chef dreams of becoming a singer...
Your cooking skills are so good, can't you be a promising career as a chef?
Be a chicken singer!
Is there anything better than this bullshit?
At this time, his phone rang...
"Ayuan, how is it? Has the chef said anything?"
"Dad, are you looking for a chef for me."
"Ah? Didn't you say you have..."
"It used to be, but now it seems to be gone."
"?????"
Lu Yuan's father on the other end of the phone didn't understand Lu Yuan's words.
What does this mean?
…………………………
In the following days, although Lu Yuan’s filming progress was still bumping, Fatty Wei found that Wang Long was very energetic. After breakfast every day, he always rushed to the crew to be busy. When I am free, I even help the crew of the crew to carry and flip bags, and carry heavy props.
When Fatty Wei saw Wang Long's fighting spirit so high, he immediately felt that he was worth the money.
Isn’t it worth the price of three thousand yuan for a diligent person who is also a chef and a starter?
This is absolutely worth it!
Lu Yuan felt a little weird, but he couldn't say anything for a while. What he vowed to get Wang Long to mix with himself before now feels a little bit responsive...
I shouldn't say that pretending sentence.
Although this was a misunderstanding, seeing Wang Long's positive appearance makes it difficult for Lu Yuan to directly dampen his confidence.
Lu Yuan really didn't want to see a person's disappointed expression, after all, who can be ruthless if a person is not a plant?
So what should I do?
Finally, after the third day, Lu Yuan finally called Wang Long over again after considering it for a long time.
"Are you missing a title song right now?"
"Yes, Mr. Lu."
"What about other songs?"
"I have already written other songs, so I recorded them briefly."
"Bring it over to me."
"Oh, good!" After Wang Long saw Lu Yuan's expression, he was surprised for an instant, and then hurriedly took out a box from his motorcycle that he had been driving. After taking it out, he gave it to Lu Yuan anxiously, as if The same as a child waiting for the teacher to review.
Lu Yuan turned on the computer and sent the CD in the album into the computer, and then Wang Long's voice appeared in the computer speakers.
Wang Long's voice made Lu Yuan a little surprised, with a hint of hoarseness in the vicissitudes of life, and the overall feeling was thicker than Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan closed his eyes after listening to the first song titled "Heaven and Earth".
There is no doubt that this song is of the upper-middle level in terms of words and songs, which gives Lu Yuan some sense of picture inexplicably.
Wang Long was very worried, sometimes listening to the song, sometimes watching Lu Yuan's expression.
Hanhan's face was covered with indescribable sweat.
This recorded CD has been in the dust for a year.
He thought it would be impossible for him to turn it out in his life, and he even gave up on it.
But today he took it out again.
The bitterness of the past scenes, scenes of failures, and scenes of blows are vividly vivid...
Once he wanted to sign Tianyu and Joaquin.
However, he has no good looks, and he is a bit too honest to flatter...
So no one wants him.
He was not reconciled, so he released his own album and spent a lot of money to make an album. He thought he was pretty good.
But a good album is not enough, it needs to be promoted, whether it is on the Internet or in reality.
Propaganda requires a team and a lot of money...
Unfortunately, none of these kings and dragons are available.
So there is no doubt that he is a loser...
After half an hour, Lu Yuan took out the CD, wrapped it slowly and handed it to Wang Long.
He felt Wang Long's hand trembling, like a poor worm who wanted to crawl out of the abyss, but lacked courage.
"How much does it cost to release an album?"
"The most common, besides... plus printing and sales promotion expenses, it's probably... big... about... half a million yuan..." Wang Long stammered a little.
"Five hundred thousand..." Lu Yuan closed his eyes.
"Yes..." Wang Long lowered his head, he didn't dare to look at Lu Yuan.
He is not confident.
Five hundred thousand is not a small number.
And I am now a singer without any fame. No, even a singer is not a cook...
Is this really a chance?
Do not make jokes……
"I'll write a title song for you. You can record it for me first. If you can, let's talk about it later." Lu Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Wang Long.
"Huh?" Wang Long looked up.
Then...
His face was full of surprise.