In Dongcheng, in Fu Han's villa and studio, there was another ghost crying wolf.

"Whoop......"

"Woo woo ......"

"......Ahh

I don't know, I guess I thought it was a tiger in the zoo who escaped.

But in fact, it was the letter that collapsed again.

"It's so hard to sing! It's so hard to sing!

Feng He sat next to him, and began to read the wanderings that had just been uploaded on the Internet, sung by Gu Xiaobai.

However, he decided that if he didn't read the payment letter this time, the child had already fallen into a bottleneck, so why bother to stimulate him again?

Let him vent on his own, he'll adjust his mentality.

After all, Fu Han is a professional musician, and becoming a musician, especially a musician who wants to mix in the entertainment industry, is actually very stressful.

People who don't relieve stress have already collapsed on their own.

Fu Han walked out of his small recording studio, sat on the sofa next to him, picked up the guitar next to him, and plucked it indiscriminately for a while, still upset.

Just then, his phone rang.

"Hey, Dad, what? when, what did the doctor say?"

"I know, I'll go back!"

Fu Han picked up his backpack, turned around and left.

"What's wrong?" Fenghe hurriedly asked.

"My mom suddenly fainted and is now in the hospital. ”

"What's the matter, I'll go with you!" Fenghe said hurriedly, worried that Fu Han would be too flustered in this situation.

The two have been partners for several years, and he knows that Fu Han's mother has not been in good health.

"No, she's already awake, Lily may come over later, you tell her to let her pick up Huihui, and then ......" Fu Han explained something, I can't hear it anymore.

Fenghe rushed to the window and saw that Fu Han had already driven out of the garage.

Feng He and the recording engineer next to him glanced at each other and spread their hands.

It was late in the evening that Fu Han came back.

He was accompanied by a man who looked a little like him, and both of them seemed to have had some drink.

"Brother Feng. The man was Fu Han's younger brother, Fu Yu, and Fenghe was also very familiar with him, and shook hands with him.

"How's Auntie?" Fenghe didn't dare to call just now.

"My mom is much better, and she's been sick for years. Fu Yu said, and then said to Fu Han: "Brother, you also listened to what our father said, let you stop playing outside, hurry up and go back to take over, he will accompany our mother a lot......"

"Isn't this you?" Fu Han said helplessly.

"My dad doesn't feel at ease to hand over such a big family business to me. Fu Yu rolled his eyes, "I know that I'm not that material, besides, if you go back, I can come out to play......"

Fu Han also wanted to roll his eyes.

"I heard you had another concert recently?" Fu Yu asked.

"Well, I didn't leave you a ticket knowing you didn't have time to go......"

"How many shows have been held in the country? more than 20 games, how about it?

Fu Han didn't want to talk again.

"It's okay......"

"No wonder the third uncle said that you don't do your business outside all day, you have been busy for a year, I'm afraid you haven't made as much money as I made with a casual business......" Fu Yu is estimated to be a lobbyist today, "Why bother, it's so hard, there is no future, I see that every time you tour, it's like taking off a layer of skin, and you come back comfortably and make money, isn't it?"

Beside it, the wind and the sound was a little unpleasant.

Damn, you rich people chat, can you not accidentally hurt us little shrimp!

What's not promising in this business?

There is no future, and so many people follow one after another?

Why don't you eat minced meat!

"The third uncle also said that you are not a good brother and have brought Xiao Yao to the ground! Learn from you all day long, play the piano and sing......"

"Are you sure this is what the third uncle said?" Fu Han squinted at Fu Yu, his father had three brothers, among which the third uncle had the youngest age gap with him, and he loved him the most before, he made music, in fact, he also had the support of the third uncle to help him say good things in front of his father, otherwise he would have been arrested a long time ago.

"If you don't believe it, you can ask the third uncle yourself. Fu Yu said, "The third uncle said, you and Xiaoyao are the smartest in our family, but neither of them is doing their jobs, and I thought you would be relieved after playing for a few years, but I didn't expect you to play for so many years, and I knew that I wouldn't support you back then." ”

"This is not like what the third uncle said......" Fu Han shook his head helplessly, crying and laughing.

"The third uncle is also old, and I think he has gray hair. Fu Yu said, "He also said that you supported you at the beginning, hoping that you would be famous, but you have been mixed for so many years, and you have not made a big difference, even if our family wants to ask you to speak for you, they think that your coffee position is not enough, and the grade of our brand will be lowered...... Poof......"

Fu Yu laughed as he spoke.

Fu Han sighed and shook his head: "If you say such a poisonous tongue, it seems that the third uncle said it." ”

The third uncle also said, give you another year, if you are not good enough to endorse our brand, just go back and take over, otherwise he will come to arrest you personally. Fu Yu said.

Fu Han couldn't cry or laugh even more, I don't know if he was moved or helpless.

Fu Yu chatted for a while and left, and it was said that there was still entertainment.

Feng He looked at his hurried back from behind, thinking to himself that you have made a lot of money, but where is it easy to relax? Don't want to lie to me Brother Han to go back!

Fu Han sent Fu Yu away, lay down on the sofa, and sighed.

"Fenghe, the third uncle still loves me, he must have said this to my father, let him give me another year. ”

Feng He didn't answer, he felt that this must be Fu Han's own words, and he didn't need to answer.

"I have to work hard, or I'm really going to be arrested and inherit hundreds of millions of family properties......," Fu Han said.

Fenghe: "......"

If I had a watermelon knife in my hand now, I would have it in my hand!

If I had a fruit fork in my hand right now, I would pick it up and down!

If I...... Anyway, I'm going to fight with you!

"My dad is really old, and I don't have much time left......" Fu Han muttered over there, completely unaware that Fenghe was already looking for a weapon here, should he smash him to death with a monitor speaker, or hack him to death with a ding cymbal?

"One year...... A year ......" Fu Han sighed, sat up suddenly, and said to Feng He, who was looking for a weapon:

"Fenghe, I've decided, I'm going to take that variety show!Hmm, what are you looking for?"

Hearing his words, Fenghe was stunned: "You want to take "The Battle of the King of Singers"?"

"Hmm...... They said that there was a shortage of filler singers...... "Fu Han actually doesn't want to take on variety shows, he just likes to concentrate on making music."

But in this current environment, if you want to improve your coffee position, what else can you do besides participating in variety shows?

And "The Battle of the King of Singers" is the most influential in the singer program now.

"A year later, I want to go back to endorse our family's products and take over from my father by the way!" Fu Han clenched his fists, and at this moment, his tone was firm as if he was a protagonist who had been wrongfully humiliated and expelled from the sect and had been adrift outside for ten or eight years.

"Exactly. Fenghe smiled, "I don't know what to tell you yet, I also took on a variety show." ”

"What show?" Fu Han wondered.

"Masked Singing Don't Have to Guess". Feng He said, "I also want to stand at the front desk and enjoy the glowing taste!"

"Didn't you disdain standing in front of the stage before?" Fu Han wondered, several concerts, he wanted Fenghe to sing a few songs as a guest singer, but Fenghe refused.

"That's because I saw you on stage before, so I didn't mean anything......" Feng He said, "but I saw Xiaobai ......"

Maybe I can become a big star like Xiaobai!

"You think too much, think too much......" Fu Han squinted at him: "I take variety shows, why do you take variety shows? You don't have to go back to inherit hundreds of millions of family properties, why are you in a hurry? You take over variety shows, who will make my new album for me?"

"I'm going to hack you to death, you selfish villain!" Feng He picked up the guitar next to him and rushed up.