C47

Zhang Han cleaned up the kitchen and came to the white dining table with a cloth in his hand.

He picked up a small stack of 100-yuan bills and put it in the drawer of the computer counter without even looking at it.

The three of them ate a total of five servings of Egg Fried Rice and six cups of goat milk. Yu Qingqing ate very comfortably and directly left 2,100 yuan. Normally speaking, five servings of Egg Fried Rice was 1,400 yuan, and six cups of milk was 480 yuan, so altogether it should be 1,800 yuan.

However, Yu Qingqing thought differently. She would give 300 yuan per serving of Egg Fried Rice and 100 yuan per cup of milk. She would give 1,500 yuan plus 600, so altogether 2,100 yuan per serving.

But Zhang Han did not bother to check the money since it was only a number for him. Although it was not much at the moment, but Zhang Han had never worried about the lack of money in the future.

Zhang Han chucked the box into the trash can, wiped the table, and at this time his phone was ringing.

He looked at the time. It was only eight o'clock. At this time, the person calling was Zi Yan, who had been chatting with Meng Meng every day.

"Zhang Han." Zi Yan's voice was as ethereal as ever, but Zhang Han could still hear some exhaustion in her voice.

"Yes."

"You are always like this. Why are you so unwilling to talk to me?" Zi Yan's tone was slightly dissatisfied.

For some reason, whenever she heard Zhang Han's faint 'hmm' and 'ah', Zi Yan would always be so angry that her teeth would start to itch! If she was by his side, she wouldn't even need to think about it. She would definitely teach him a lesson.

On the other hand, Zhang Han was always baffled.

Why do you want me to talk to you when you called me by my name?

After a moment of silence, Zi Yan's voice also turned cold, "Give the phone to Meng Meng. I want to talk to her!"

"OK." Zhang Han nodded and walked over to Meng Meng. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "How was it, your MV? From your tone, it seems that you are rather tired."

"Humph! It sounds considerate," Zi Yan snorted lightly in a softened tone, and said, "I am quite tired. I worked until three o?clock in the morning and I only slept for four hours yesterday. I still have to go to the suburbs to take the shoot later. I must finish shooting before the 10th. I will go back and rest for a day on 11th, and there will be a commercial performance at Victoria Harbor on 12th, and on 13th I will go see the final production of the song, and on 14th I have to go to the press conference."

Zhang Han frowned slightly and said, "Is there a need to work so hard?"

At the time of information, producing a few fine songs at home, or having two more concerts was enough.

As for Zi Yan, from Zhang Han's perspective, she was too busy with the MV, commercial performances, press conferences, etc. She was probably twice as tired if she had not drunk the pure Yang water.

Furthermore, celebrities and money was nothing in the end. With her identity as a cultivator, she would eventually bring Meng Meng and her family away from the Earth. After all, one person had ascended to the heavens, so did the members of his family. Eh?Zi Yan should? almost be a part of his family, right?

"I also want to accompany Meng Meng, but I can?t. I want to earn money. In the future, I want to give Meng Meng a good education, a life without worries, and I haven't gotten my reputation as a movie queen yet. I have been staying in seclusion for five years. At the time of rapid growth of information, people have almost forgotten about me, so I have to work even harder to succeed." Zi Yan slowly said.

In fact, she was also under a lot of pressure. In a situation like this, no matter who she was, the pressure would be very great, and a woman at this moment also really needed a man to help her share the pressure. But in her eyes, with Zhang Han's personality and his opinion about the entertainment circle, he couldn't possibly be of any help to her.

"Mm, it?s up to you. Take good care of yourself and don't worry about earning money. We won't be lacking money as long as I'm at home." Zhang Han pondered for a moment, and then naturally said something to show his concern about her.

"Thank you." Zi Yan's voice became gentler again, and she said with a smile, "Oh yeah, I heard Meng Meng say that the food you cook is very delicious?"

"Yes."

Zhang Han replied.

"Humph! With such confidence, it seems like you really have some skills?" Zi Yan snorted with laughter and said, "Also, stop teaching Meng Meng things like ants, or I'll definitely teach you a lesson. Alright, give the phone to Meng Meng. I want to talk to her."

"Oh."

Zhang Han was slightly stunned. He suddenly recognized that he stood beside the sofa and had chatted with Zi Yan for five minutes before handing his phone to Meng Meng, who was watching the cartoon. Hearing the sound of the mother's voice, Meng Meng stopped watching TV and started chattering.

This conversation lasted for half an hour. Zi Yan wanted to go to work, so Meng Meng hung up after a very obedient farewell.

In the entire morning, the dining hall was filled with over a dozen groups of guests. The dining area was not bad, and from the bright glass, one could see the unique decorations in the room. The crystal chandelier above the dining table, the seemingly elegant piano, and the neat decorations all attracted quite a few customers.

Because Zhang Han didn't cook, these people could only sigh and leave.

Zhang Han pondered for a moment. Since he couldn't do anything about it anymore, he decided to place a notice board at the side of the restaurant.

Business hours: 7.00-8.00 in the morning, 12.00-13.00 in the afternoon and 18.00-19.00 in the evening. Not open every day. Do not disturb during non-business hours.

Food: 280 yuan per serving of Egg Fried Rice, 80 yuan per cup of milk, occasional goat milk, 80 yuan per cup.

The opening hours of the first clause, almost unfair, were already considered unscientific in the eyes of the people. The price listed in the second clause made those who did not know the truth somewhat indignant.

They only sold Egg Fried Rice for such a high price. Who the hell would come to this restaurant to eat?

Even after Zhang Han put the notice board, the female staff at the Sichuan restaurant came over to take a look. When she saw the notice, she went back while holding back her laughter. Unavoidably, she started to mock him.

......

At the same time, at Xue Qian's house.

"Aiya! What kind of rubbish was this! I am worried to death!" Li Fan took off his headphones and said in a huff, "Damn it, they only have researched music for half a year and they already dared to send me a song? I'm really pissed off. Even the score is incomplete. Are they playing a music game with me?"

"Hur Hur." Xue Qian smiled slightly and said, "I'll listen to the songs in the afternoon. You take a rest. If you continue listening, I think you'll go crazy."

"I'm crazy because of hunger." Li Fan's stomach rumbled twice. He stood up and said, "I'll go get a bowl of instant noodles."

"No, why don't we eat outside? These few days, you must have had a hard time. Let?s go out and have a good meal." Xue Qian asked.

"It's better that you don't go out. I won't miss a song. It's almost time for the concert and there's not much time left. Only by choosing two good songs can it be considered complete." Li Fan shook his head.

Although the loss in endorsements, businesses, and variety shows were all irrevocable, public opinion was no longer one-sided. The fans were also very supportive of him, and during these two days, Xue Qian would occasionally reveal a smile on his face. Li Fan saw this and felt a sense of relief in his heart.

"Then I'll order some food. Don?t eat instant noodles." As he spoke, Xue Qian put down the guitar in his hands and took out his phone, preparing to order some delicacies.

"That's fine. I want an eight-inch pizza and two steaks, medium by the way. I'll have some dessert." Li Fan smiled when he heard this, then sat back down at the computer table.

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

Li Fan had been with him for more than four years. He had been diligent in his work and had a very good personal relationship with Xue Qian, so they would joke around occasionally.

"How can there be any courtesy between an employee and the boss?"

Li Fan grinned. He put on his headphones, looked at the computer screen again, and opened the next message in his mailbox.

The name of this song was The Actor.

"Eh? This name didn't sound too bad, but the content was probably completely useless. The information was quite complete, and there were even piano tunes. Hm? What the heck is this? This song was clearly priced at 100 thousand yuan? F * ck me! Is this guy crazy?"

Li Fan called out loudly.

Generally speaking, for the income of a song, the creator gets 5% of the royalties, and the singer gets 20% to 40%, and the rest goes to the record company. However, due to piracy, the profits aren't actually that high, and sometimes good songs are bought out of the entire copyright at the price of 50 to 60 thousand yuan, but only the songs made by qualified producers could be sold at the price of 100 thousand yuan.

As for the qualified producers, Li Fan was already familiar with them. There was no such person as Han Yang.

For a newcomer to offer a price of 100 thousand, to Li Fan, this was a bit too much.

"Oh? A song worth 100 thousand yuan? Play it on the stereo. I want to listen to it too."

Even Xue Qian himself felt curious.

"Then let's listen to this so-called 100-thousand-yuan song!" Li Fan sneered, pulled out his headset, plugged in his loudspeaker box, and started playing a musical accompaniment.

When the melodious and solemn piano accompaniment sounded out, Li Fan was slightly stunned.

"Interesting!"

Li Fan's expression became extremely serious as he listened carefully to the accompaniment.

As for Xue Qian, he had already closed his eyes to feel it.

Unknowingly, he finished listening to the accompaniment.

"We've finally heard something that sounds pretty good. Let's listen to the piano tunes." Li Fan said and began playing the piano piece.

After listening to the piano piece, Li Fan raised his eyebrows. He looked at Xue Qian and said in a deep voice, "I think? the best product is here!"

"Look at the lyrics!"

Xue Qian quickly moved closer.

"Be simple. Make the way you speak simpler. Please leave out the progressive emotions. You are not an actor, so don't design those plots?"

After reading the lyrics, Li Fan's expression became somewhat excited. He said with a trembling voice,

"Good, good, good! These lyrics are really good! It's really great. I think that if you were to sing this song, it would definitely be very, very perfect!"

"The Actor?" Xue Qian's gaze was slightly absent-minded as he muttered, "This is the song I want!"