Chapter 416: every dog has his day

Chapter 416 is running
It is probably a room of about twelve squares. It can't be said to be simple, but it is completely uncomfortable. If you want to say it, you should say that you can live.
In the center of the room is a huge lattice frame used to make a partition. On the plaid, almost all kinds of records and CDs are stuffed.
This is almost all the property of Cheng Yiran... He even regards it as something of wealth.
Years of collections exist here.
It is already the time when the sun goes down and the city lights up. A feeling of hunger, let Cheng Yiran wake up from his sleep - last night from the nightclub, he bought a dozen beers at the convenience store downstairs.
A person is drinking, and a person keeps swaying the strings of this magical electric guitar in his hand, not knowing when he fell asleep.
When Cheng Cheng opened his eyes, his head was heavy, his stomach was even more uncomfortable, and his mouth was dry. He didn't get up immediately, just subconsciously reached out and rubbed his forehead, then looked through the curtains and looked at the outside lights.
Already countless times, I looked at the neon lights outside like this... Cheng Yiran found that he had been there for a long time and did not see the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning.
When he didn't know when to start performing in various night scenes, his day and night became the same as the night and day of others.
Cheng Yiran's hand was taken down, and it was easy to reach a guitar piled on himself - he often did, and the guitar fell on his body and fell asleep.
The finger twitched a few times, and Cheng Yiran suddenly sat up.
He widened his eyes and looked at the guitar in his hand... even rubbing his eyes hard, "I...not a dream."
When the finger touches the sound string, the feeling that it can conquer everyone, almost spreads his whole body!
"Ha...haha...hahaha..."
Wild... The endless wildness began to emerge in his heart, like a burning fire, and Cheng Yiran laughed alone.
Cheng Yiran subconsciously grabbed the phone, the first name on the phone book, the name of Hong Guan... He hesitated.
He remembered the boss who sold the fish eggs, remembered the bag that was placed in front of the snack stall... that bass.
Thirteen missed calls, seven messages.
Cheng Yiran did not make this call, but he saw that many people were looking for himself... Two of them were calls from Hong Guan, and six were calls from Manager Dai, and the rest were strange numbers.
Hong Guan’s message asked him where and what happened.
And Manager Dai also asked him how he thought about it... Cheng Yiran looked down all the way, his face subconsciously revealing a smile.
The last piece of information is written like this: Hello, Mr. Cheng Yiran, I am the supervisory department of Feiyun Entertainment Co., Ltd. I also saw your performance in the nightclub last night. Our company is very interested in you, please call us. .
"Feiyun Entertainment?" Cheng Yiran a glimpse... He seems to have no impression of this Feiyun entertainment.
But he has never been in contact with a similar record company or entertainment company, and he can't help but have a look at the curiosity, so he quickly called.
"Hello, what are you?"
"I am Cheng Yiran." Cheng Yiran took a deep breath, but tried to make his voice appear calm. "I saw your message... How do you know my phone?"
"Oh! Mr. Cheng Yiran, you finally gave me a reply." The person on the other side of the phone happily said: "Mr. Cheng, I have to wait for your call for one day. Your call is for me to ask the nightclub." Yes, I haven’t introduced myself yet, my name is Li Zifeng!

"Oh... Mr. Li, hello." Cheng Yiran casually said: "Do you have anything to look for me?"
"This is the case. I don't know if Mr. Cheng is interested in further development in the entertainment industry?" Li Zifeng smiled and said: "Our company is now preparing several projects to specifically explore some potential newcomers."
"Feiyun Entertainment... I really don't want to hear it." Cheng Yiran was cold.
Li Zifeng said: "Of course, because the company has just been reorganized, Mr. Cheng has not heard that it is certain. However, the predecessor of our company, you must have heard... Tianying Entertainment Co., Ltd., Mr. Cheng heard Have you been?"
"Tian Ying Entertainment?" Cheng Yiran, amazed and said: "It will not be, after the song was passed before the previous song... Tu Jiaya's Tianying Entertainment?"
"Exactly." Li Zifeng said: "Before our company was in a downturn because of some things, the former boss even... However, Mr. Cheng rest assured that it is a thing of the past. Now after the reorganization, Feiyun Entertainment has The huge gold master you can't imagine, the strength of our company is not dare to say in the world, but looking at the whole country is also absolutely super-class! This is a good opportunity, I think Mr. Cheng will not give up, right? ?"
Flying clouds... entertainment.
Cheng Yiran’s heart jumped a few times, but he still tried to calm down as much as possible. But his palms don't know when it starts to sweat.
"I think, we can see you." Cheng Yiran finally took a deep breath.
every dog ​​has his day.
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The club, it seems to be eternal.
In front of Su Zijun, a roll of ancient sheepskin rolls began to unfold. She needs to put her palm on it, and the sale of the club can be established.
Her eyesight is naturally not comparable to that of a normal monster... But even then, she still can't figure out how the sheepskin roll appears.
Here, there is a mysterious power all the time, bypassing all her perceptions flowing – even in isolation of all her senses of the outside world.
By observing this sheepskin roll, Su Zijun got a conclusion that shocked himself: this small shop is self-contained... like being completely independent in this world.
But it is also inextricably linked to the world.
"Guest, after the fingerprint is pressed, the contract will take effect." Luo Qiu calmly looked at Su Zijun.
After a few seconds of thinking, Su Zijun nodded, his fingers slowly approaching the scroll of sheepskins... Gradually approaching, she became more and more able to feel the power of restraint and began to form around her.
Not only her body... This power seems to be able to bind her spirit, even her soul.
There is something deeper inside her soul.
At the moment when the finger was about to approach the sheepskin roll, Su Zijun suddenly looked up and looked at Luo Qiu in front of him. "You...what is it."
Luo Qiu seems to have a good thought about this issue.
"I am also... looking for an answer."
Su Zijun finally put the collection on the sheepskin roll... She didn't feel any discomfort in her body, just felt deep in her body, as if it was marked.
Put a mark on it.
......
"that's it?"
Soon after, Su Zijun frowned. She looked at her hands subconsciously and stared at Luo Qiu. "Why is my injury still there?"
"Miss Zijun, the injury on your body is too heavy." Luo Qiu calmly said: "The soul you mentioned, even if it is all the soul plus, can't make your injury heal immediately."
Su Zijun narrowed his eyes and his voice was a little cold: "That is, you are jealous of me... right?"
"No, no." Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "It will only make you recover more slowly."
Say, Luo Qiu took a tall cup from the club's bar and placed it in front of Su Zijun - from the bottom of the cup, some strange liquids began to emerge.
Dark red... but there are a lot of golden light spots inside... like a tiny golden sand.
The thick dark red liquid mixed with the golden sand began to appear from the bottom of the cup, and then slowly began to rise - until the liquid occupied about a quarter of the cup before it stopped.
Su Zijun’s nose moved and he said:
This is... blood?

But she could not smell the smell - just the instinct of the body told her that it was indeed blood. And there is blood that gives her an impulse to suppress.
"Of course." Luo Qiu smiled slightly and pushed the cup to Su Zijun. "Drink it, Miss Zijun's injury should be able to fully recover within two days... injuries inside and outside."
Su Zijun did not act immediately, just Shen Sheng: "Whose blood is this?"
Luo Qiu whispered, "Cain... Cain."
(End of this chapter)