() "Condition?"

In the bar and circle, Ni Chen sneered, "It's just to write a song, and put forward conditions, shouldn't someone fail to write it, and want to delay time?"

"Huh~"

Concubine Wang wrinkled the bridge of her delicate nose and said disdainfully: "You can make demands, why can't my brother Meng put forward conditions, you can write songs if you ask to write songs, how faceless will we be when they are passed on?"

"That's it!"

Next to her, Qiu Shuzhen nodded her chin in agreement, cute like a little fox, which attracted the attention of the melon-eating crowd and saliva.

The little girl was shy, so she hurriedly hid her eyes behind Concubine Wang and quietly observed.

"Haha, what Miss Wang said is extremely true"

Petersun held a glass of red wine and said politely: "Since ancient times, literati have paid attention to 'not leaking out', Gu Sheng is a cultural person, a little reasonable and reasonable, Gu Sheng, I don't know what conditions you have, you can say it, we try to meet it"

"Not bad!"

Most of the people eating melons next to them are people in the literary circle, and they know that some literati have a lot of quirks when creating.

For example, Li Bai likes to drink and write poems, Li He likes to write poems on a donkey, Gu Hongming in the Republic of China likes three-inch golden lotus, and often writes while playing with his feet, Hemingway likes to write articles in the posture of 'golden rooster independence', and Balzac likes to create by candlelight... The writing posture of the literati is very strange.

The more talented a person is, the more eccentric his writing posture is, and he is embarrassed to be called a serious writer if he writes in a strange writing posture.

"Peter, be careful!"

Ni Chen sneered and reminded: "What if someone can't write a song and deliberately puts forward a condition that we can't do, trying to get by?"

"Haha, Ah Chen, don't worry, Mr. Xiao Gu is amazingly talented, he shouldn't be that kind of person, right?" said Petersun with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Peter, for the compliment!"

Gu Meng smiled innocently, "My conditions are very simple..."

"What?"

Everyone listened curiously.

But someone deliberately didn't say it, and instead smiled and said: "Ni Gongzi said it well just now, using money to measure art is vulgar!

Listening to the sound, Petersun hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, "Gu Sheng wants money?"

"Hahaha!"

Ni Chen and his companions let out a loud laugh, with a thick disdain and disdain.

The people around who were originally optimistic about Gu Meng frowned, it is rumored that mainlanders are all ambitious, regard money as dung, and beauty as nothing, why is Gu Meng different?

Some people think it's nothing, Xiangjiang is a world-class financial center, where people are chasing profits every day, and Gu Meng's requirements are not excessive.

Gu Meng didn't care about the laughter of others, and said lightly: "I have good songs, but why should I perform live? I'm a layman, I like to gamble, and I'm not interested in games without color heads!"

"Vulgar, vulgar is unbearable!"

"What a copper smell!"

Several sons who had been taught by Gu Meng covered their noses one after another to show their disdain for Gu Meng.

"Haha, Peter, you're right, such a person is indeed an insult to Master Gu when he is said to be with Master Gu, according to my opinion, this kind of article must have been written by someone for money, and he wants to become famous through Master Gu, which is extremely shameless!"

Ni Chen scolded indignantly, his body trembled slightly, he could finally accuse others from a moral standpoint, which felt awesome.

"You are talking nonsense, my brother Meng is an Asian superman, will he be called this kind of rare, and he is still underestimated?"

Wang Xiaofei said disdainfully: "My brother Meng is still unwilling!"

"That's it!"

Qiu Shuzhen nodded again and again, seeing that the faces of the people around her had changed, she was a little confused and blinked, what did the little concubine just say?

"Haha, do you look down on Master Gu?" Ni Chen laughed.

Master Gu is the godfather of the Xiangjiang music scene, and many famous pop songs are written by Master Gu, who dares to look down on him in the Xiangjiang entertainment circle?

Wang Xiaofei scratched her little face, I really want to offend a very amazing person, how can I mix in the Xiangjiang music circle in the future? But when she saw Gu Meng, she smiled indifferently, with Brother Meng here, even if she offended the world, what would it do?

Gu Meng patted her on the shoulder, and said to the people around her with a smile: "Master Gu is the Taishan Beidou of Chinese music, I grew up listening to Master Gu's songs, and I can be regarded as a student of Master Gu.

When Petersun heard this, his face improved a lot.

"Humph!"

Ni Chen didn't want to let go now, and sneered: "You have pushed this title now, do you know that you can't write a good song, and you want to stay under the stairs?"

"Neither nor not!"

Gu Meng smiled: "I said that there are conditions for writing songs for live performances, as long as you can meet my conditions, it doesn't matter how many songs you write."

"How many songs?!"

Everyone was surprised, wasn't it?

"Haha, you can't write a song, and you still have the face to say how many songs?

Ni Chen and the partner next to him laughed and said, I finally caught Gu Meng's flaw, I must not let him go, hum, I must let you know the consequences of offending us!

Gu Meng said calmly, "As long as you can meet my conditions, it doesn't hurt to write a few songs, maybe it's not as good as the song of the sunset, but it will never be much inferior, all of you sons have a net worth of hundreds of millions, don't you dare to gamble with someone Gu?"

"Do you dare to bet?!"

Wang Xiaofei waved her little fists, her little face was flushed, delicate and cute.

"How dare you... Isn't gambling okay?"

Qiu Shuzhen was halfway through speaking, and found that she had been taken to the pit, so she asked quietly.

"It's nothing, my brother Meng is a real gambling god, and he will win every gamble!"

"Oh!"

It turns out that Brother Meng is still the God of Gamblers, counting Superman, Macho Man, God of Wine, King of Heaven, plus God of Gamblers, Brother Meng has a lot of labels!

"Gambling?"

Peter Sun smiled faintly, "Mr. Xiao Gu, I don't know how big you want to play?"

"Is 10,000 enough?"

Ni Chen took out a wad of Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and threw it on the ground with a snap.

Gu Meng squinted his eyes and smiled innocently, "All of you sons are rich people, you spend a lot of money, if you talk less, you will look down on you, and if you are hurt and angry, it is better to mean it, a million for a song!"

"How much?!"

Ni Chen's eyes widened in shock, does one million mean something?

"A million for a song?"

The people around me felt like they were hallucinating.

"A million is a lot?"

Wang Xiaofei pursed her lips and looked at several sons with disdain, "My brother Meng drank a few bottles of wine in Tokyo last year and earned 1.8 million, or US dollars, a few of you were scared silly when you heard a million, and you are embarrassed to call Gongzi, compared to Sony's, you are too far behind"

Ni Chen and the others secretly rolled their eyes, the other party was from the Sony family, and the family's company was worth hundreds of billions of dollars, how could they compare?

"A million?"

Petersun shook his head and smiled calmly: "It's not impossible to have a million chips, but the theme of the song should be decided by us, what does Mr. Gu think?"

"Yes!"

Gu Meng smiled: "You can specify the theme of the song, but let me remind you, you have to choose from the themes of the existing pop songs, it is better than pointing to the mop and asking me to create a work comparable to the song of the sunset, right?"

"Can we make a theme?"

Ni Chen suddenly came to his senses, originally he was full of confidence, thinking that he prepared a few good songs in advance, so that he was not in a hurry and pretended to be unhurried, but if the theme of creation is in his own hands, the outcome is not yet known?

"Haha, Gu Meng, what if you lose?" Ni Chen laughed and said, I'm afraid I'm going to send it today!

Gu Meng shrugged his shoulders, "Then I will also donate one million to the Hope Project."

"What?"

"Project Hope?!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Everyone at the scene was stunned, the steering wheel was playing too fast, some dizzy, and the old driver wanted to get out of the car.

"Haha!"

Gu Meng laughed a few times, took out a pictorial from his pocket, and after opening it, he thought about showing it around, a three-foot-sized pictorial with six big characters written on it: 'Huaxia Hope Project'.

There is also a watercolor painting under the big characters, a group of cute children, holding broken books in their hands, concentrating on studying, and their little hands are frozen red.

There are a few lines of small words in the blank space next to it, everyone can't see it clearly, Gu Meng read aloud, "The Hope Project is initiated by the Youth Development Foundation of the Chinese Communist Youth League, with the purpose of helping out-of-school children in poor areas, a social public welfare undertaking, founded in April this year, the main public welfare projects implemented by the Hope Project are, aiding the construction of Hope Primary School and funding poor students..."

Gu Meng read the secret joy in his heart.

Before coming to Xiangjiang, Li Guoqiang came to see him off, carrying a bag in his hand.

I thought he would send something good, but that guy turned out to be some information promoting Project Hope.

If you want to come to this Xiangjiang to publicize it, by the way, pull some sponsorship, Xiangjiang people have a lot of money, and you can build a primary school with a little pull.

He hasn't known who to ask for sponsorship these days, but today he has caught up.

“**！”

He gestured to **.

**I was embarrassed to take the bag and took out a stack of leaflets from it and handed it to the melon-eating masses present.

I feel a little aggrieved in my heart, the owner is too inauthentic, and he actually asked Zhongnan bodyguards to send leaflets?

"Haha, thank you all for cheering!"

Gu Meng smiled, "Everyone is a caring patriot, and now I hope that the project is start-up, and we need a lot of love, and I hope everyone will give love!"

"Good!"

Mei Yanfang finished reading the flyer and said with a smile: "Gu Sheng, the Hope Project is a charity project that has always been very loving, and I am willing to donate 100,000 yuan!"

"Haha, Sister Fang, I thank you on behalf of the children!"

Gu Meng also knew what she meant, and after taking her donation, he had to work hard to write songs.

"Then I'll donate too... Two hundred thousand!"

Zhong Chuhong wanted to say 100,000 yuan, but when she thought that Mei Yanfang had donated 100,000 yuan, she had a better relationship with Gu Meng, so why should she donate a little more?

"Aunt Hong, thank you!"

Gu Meng shook her hand sincerely and whispered, "I'll count you as having covered me for seven years!"

Bastard!

Zhong Chuhong secretly moved his heel to his instep, this bastard is so annoying, he donated it out of love, and when he said this, he was immediately dirty~.

Gu Daguan sold himself to charity, and suddenly felt that it was very honorable to be raised, is he the most glorious little white face in the world?

"Gu Sheng, I am willing to donate 50,000!"

"Haha, Sister Yu, I also thank you on behalf of the children!"

"I... I donate... 20,000, Brother Meng, the salary hasn't been paid yet..."

"Haha, Shuzhen, love is no matter how big or small, you can donate more or less, thank you!"

"I'll donate 500,000!"

Suddenly, a gentle shout came from outside the crowd, and everyone turned around in surprise and saw that the person who came slowly got out of the way, only to see Deng Lijun and Lin Qingxia coming hand in hand.

"Sister Jun, why are you here? Hello Miss Lin!"

Gu Meng smiled and took a few steps.

"We just passed by outside, I heard that you are here, come and see, why are you raising money here?"

Gu Meng smiled, "Everyone is very caring, we hope that the project needs love, isn't this right?"

"Gu Sheng is right, I'll donate 100,000 too!" Lin Qingxia said with a smile.

"Miss Lin, thank you on behalf of the children!"

Everyone is donating, Wang Xiaofei incarnated as a little secretary, holding a pen to write down the name and donation amount one by one, and asking the donor to sign.

With Teresa Teng and Lin Qingxia taking the lead, several acquaintances pledged to donate, and the three of Birch were also included.

Gu Meng thanked them one by one.

The scene was in full swing.

"Wait!"

At this time, someone shouted loudly, this person is Ni Dagongzi.

He glanced at the scene strangely, didn't he want to gamble on songs?

This building is too crooked, and I have to help the landlord to help him and return everything to its original position.

If it continues, there is a good chance that someone will take the opportunity to slip away and escape this test of talent.

Flaubert, no, Ni Chen said disdainfully: "Gu Meng, you can't write songs, you want to use this method to fool around, right?"

Gu Meng grinned and shook his head with white teeth, "I don't mean that, since you sons want to give love, then please ask the question! Remember, whoever comes up with the question, after losing, must pledge, is it okay?"

"Of course!"

Gu Meng didn't believe in Ni Chen's character, and looked at Peterson, who was relatively rich among the others, "What does Mr. Peter think?"

Peter nodded and said with a smile: "Mr. Gu is enthusiastic about public welfare, I admire him, if I lose, I am naturally willing to give a love."

"Thank you!"

Gu Meng thanked him sincerely, stretched out his hand and said, "Please ask the question!"