The next day, Wan Xiaofeng was woken up by a phone call early in the morning.

I took the phone impatiently and heard Wu Qiwen's voice, and then I remembered that I made an appointment with him to meet the customer yesterday.

Wan Xiaofeng got up quickly, everything can be delayed, but the matter of making money cannot be delayed.

2 million!

With these two million, I can do a lot of things.

Like buying a car first?

He remembered the embarrassment of not being able to get a taxi with Zhang Qian last night.

"I said Wan Xiaofeng, you are also a successful person, and you are reluctant to sell your car?"

"Fame is a fart!"

"33 Days of Broken Love" is still in theaters, and it can't get a box office share for a while.

is saying that even if you get it, you have to inject it into a new company, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to put it into your own private pocket.

Ever since I came in, I've been living a tight life.

No, this time, you must get your hands on 2 million.

Just in case, Wan Xiaofeng asked Zhang Qian to help record the score, and wrote more than ten sheets.

It wasn't until Zhang Qian stared at his head and expressed that she wanted to cut it open to see what it looked like inside.

......

After Wan Xiaofeng finished washing, he got into Wu Qiwen's car.

Wu Qiwen saw that he didn't wake up, and he always felt that this product was not very reliable.

"Are you ready?"

Wan Xiaofeng patted the manuscript in his hand.

"Foolproof!"

Wu Qiwen stared at the manuscript as thick as a small book, and was strange.

"So much to write in one song?"

"It's not one, it's 13 songs, and I was busy for a long time last night. ”

"No, I have to make up for my sleepiness. ”

This...... Is this falling asleep?

Wu Qiwen looked at Wan Xiaofeng, who said that he could fall asleep immediately, and the manuscript in his hand.

13 songs in one night?

This thing won't fool me, will it?

When Wan Xiaofeng woke up again, he obviously felt that Wu Qiwen's attitude had changed.

It doesn't seem to be as polite as it used to be.

Well, maybe he doesn't like people sleeping in his car very much!

There are so many problems with rich people......

Following Wu Qiwen, Wan Xiaofeng entered an antique courtyard.

"Judging from this courtyard, the owner here is extraordinary!"

Wan Xiaofeng sighed.

Wu Qiwen was not angry.

"Nonsense! Can there be such a single courtyard in the second ring road, can the identity be ordinary?"

Wan Xiaofeng smiled, wanting to hide the embarrassment caused by his lack of knowledge.

Not only is the yard antique, but even the living room is in the same style.

The whole house is very simple to remember.

Some antiques, calligraphy and paintings, classical musical instruments and so on.

In the middle of the living room, there is a coffee table made of unknown wood, and the style is simple and simple.

There was a set of tea sets and an incense burner on the coffee table, and sandalwood had been lit in the incense burner.

Wan Xiaofeng and the two took off their shoes outside the house, walked to the coffee table and sat cross-legged.

After a while, Hu Jihong, dressed in a Tang costume and with gray temples, walked in.

After Hu Jihong sat down, he poured a cup of tea for the two.

"Boy Wu, don't let me down this time. ”

Wu Qiwen smiled bitterly, he obviously wanted to say.

"I won't let you down again. ”

But after looking at Wan Xiaofeng, who was very unscored, he couldn't say anything about this sentence.

"Let's take a look. ”

After speaking, he motioned for Wan Xiaofeng to hand over the manuscript to the other party.

Wan Xiaofeng kept looking at the room until Wu Qiwen quietly stabbed him, and then he came back to his senses.

I pulled one out of my own pile of manuscripts and handed it to the other party.

Hu Jihong took the manuscript, looked at it casually, closed his eyes and meditated.

"It's kind of interesting, Xiaoyue, you can also take a look. ”

"Squeak!"

The wooden door at the back of the room opened.

Hu Xiaoyue held a small shovel in her hand and leaned out, with unwiped dirt on her face.

"Something?"

"Come and see this tune. ”

"Oh. ”

Hu Xiaoyue is the granddaughter of Hu Jihong, who is 20 years old and a student at the Huzhou Conservatory of Music.

When it comes to music, Hu Jihong knows a little, but he hasn't mastered it yet.

So every time Wu Qiwen comes to deliver the manuscript, he has to be lower than Hu Xiaoyue.

"Xiaoyue is also here, come and sit down and see how about the work that my brother brought this time?"

Wu Qiwen saw that the referee was also there, so he hurriedly approached.

Hu Xiaoyue ignored him, sat down and studied it carefully.

After a while, his eyes began to shine, and he glanced at Wan Xiaofeng.

"You wrote this?"

"Yes, yes, I don't know if it can be done?"

Wan Xiaofeng wanted to urgently know that this song was not qualified, if not, he was ready to change to another one.

"Can you sing?"

"Of course!"

Just kidding, how can I say it, I'm also a man known as the Huaxia Xiaoqu library, and you actually asked me if I could sing?

"Sing one to listen. ”

Stinky girl, are you singing as an uncle?

If it weren't for 2 million, I wouldn't have spoken.

Wan Xiaofeng just wanted to speak, but felt as if something was missing.

I chirped for a long time, but I didn't sing, and my eyes kept rolling around the house.

"What's wrong?"

Hu Xiaoyue asked.

"It seems like something is missing"

When Wan Xiaofeng said this, he saw a guzheng in the house, and his eyes lit up.

Hu Xiaoyue was curious.

"Bad for this, will you?"

Of course Wan Xiaofeng won't, in traditional musical instruments, he will only play a little flute.

But I was used to hearing Internet celebrities play this piece with a guzheng before, and I felt that something was wrong for a while.

"I will, I'll come!"

Hu Xiaoyue sat in front of the guzheng and played it directly.

"Damn! This girl is a genius, just read the manuscript once. ”

After the first performance, Wan Xiaofeng hurriedly put aside other thoughts and sang seriously.

"Where does my sword go, love and hate,

My knife cuts through the sky, and I don't understand right and wrong

I was drunk and hazy, and my grievances were illusory and empty

I woke up from a spring dream, and life and death were empty

Come and go in a hurry, and hate to meet

Love is also in a hurry, hate is in a hurry, everything is ...... with the wind"

"Sword Like a Dream", this is the theme song of the TV series "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" in the previous life, sung by Zhou Hua.

Of course, Wan Xiaofeng can't reach Zhou Huajian's level.

The most important thing is that the qi in his chest is not so long, so in some places he sings very reluctantly.

But after Hu Jihong heard a few words, there was indescribable excitement on his face.

That's right! This is the theme song he wants, and it is also the rivers and lakes in his heart.

Grievances and hatreds, a spring dream......

Wu Qiwen found Hu Jihong's excitement.

So he was excited.

Damn, can it be done this time?

My brother in society, you will be my brother in the future, two words ...... "reliable!".

"Come and go in a hurry, I can't meet each other

Love is also in a hurry, and hate is in a hurry, everything goes with the wind

Laugh wildly, sigh, and live happily for a lifetime

Sad life, who lives and dies with me

Who lives and dies with me"

When Hu Xiaoyue's fingertips stopped, Wan Xiaofeng's singing also stopped.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Hu Jihong slapped the coffee table.

"Happy, that's it, you two do it again. ”

"Derre!"

2 million arrived? Wan Xiaofeng couldn't say how happy he was.

For Old Man Hu's request, don't say a word, do it!

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