Sending away Liu Ye'er, who gritted his teeth, Shen Hanyang lazily lay on the sofa and watched TV.

After watching the talent show on TV for a while, he suddenly reacted.

He's going to be on the draft stage soon!

When the time comes, he won't be able to perform on stage, he won't be able to sing and dance, but he studied cross talk for two years when he was a child, and the key is that this major is not right with the draft......

Just as he was at a loss, a dialog box appeared in his mind.

[International superstar system, according to your characteristics, will make you the most shining star in the world!]

Shen Hanyang felt that he was hallucinating, clicked on the dialog box, and received the newcomer gift package.

After receiving the two songs and an intermediate singing bag, he felt like he was empowered, and he immediately had a lot of music-related knowledge in his mind.

After carefully examining the two unfamiliar lyrics for a while, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

It's not an illusion, it's real!!

Shen Hanyang was shocked for a long time before he came back to his senses, looking at the two songs in his mind that were as beautiful as the poems, and his face was incredible.

Both songs are marked with lyrics, composers and singers, and among a bunch of authors, he also saw a familiar name - Zhou Jiren.

Zhou Jiren knows it, and he knows it very well, known as Dong Chou, the king of music in today's pop music scene, but ...... Zhou Jiren hasn't sung this song?

Who are Fang Wenhai and Xu Gaoshan, the lyrics they write are as beautiful as poems, he has never heard of such a powerful lyricist!

took out his mobile phone and searched it, Zhou Jiren really didn't sing this song, and Fang Wenhai ...... Actually the owner of a logistics company?

Shen Hanyang was stunned for a moment, then became ecstatic, and couldn't wait to dial the boss's phone: "Boss, I got two songs, you find someone to record an accompaniment for me!"

"I'm not available! I still have to deal with the breach of contract, and you can get the money yourself!"

Liu Ye'er's roar came from the phone, and then he hung up the phone, obviously still angry.

"Hey, what's the fierce, didn't I give you a drink of Baobanlan root, is it worth it......?"

Shen Hanyang pursed his lips, and then received a text message from the bank.

When I opened it, there was a huge amount of 100,000 yuan, which was his salary for a year and a half!

Even if his boss is down now, he is still a big dog!

In an instant, Shen Hanyang suddenly had the urge to run away with the money in his heart, but soon, he dispelled this idea again.

The boss has been supporting himself for so long, how can he run away with money for a mere year and a half salary.

Well, give a thumbs up for your noble character~

Shen Hanyang praised himself in his heart, stepped on his slippers and went out, and came to the small clinic downstairs.

"Lao Luo, it's time for business!"

"Xiao Shen, are you still not well with a cold, another injection?"

In the small clinic, an old man with brown wide-framed eyes sat at his desk, wearing a white coat, his face was full of wrinkles, and his hairline was about to move to the top of his head, looking at least sixty or seventy years old, it was the old Luo in Shen Hanyang's mouth.

Seeing Shen Hanyang coming in, Lao Luo said a sentence and was about to get up and go to dispense medicine for him.

Shen Hanyang grinned and grabbed his arm: "It's not an injection, I wrote two songs, and I want you to help record them." ”

Lao Luo was slightly surprised, leaned back, and looked at him for a while: "You can still write songs?"

Shen Hanyang raised his eyebrows dissatisfied: "What is this called, I am a contracted artist of the brokerage company, and it is not easy to write two songs." ”

Lao Luo sneered: "Yes, Xiao Shen, you are a big star in the future, I have heard this for more than two years, but I haven't seen you on TV." He smiled and sat back in his chair.

Shen Hanyang listened to Lao Luo's ridicule and looked at him angrily.

This old Luo's name is Luo Tianyou, he is from Taiwan Province, and he likes to talk about a guitar when he has nothing to do.

After getting acquainted with it, he knew that Lao Luo had been a singer when he was young, but the first song released was banned by Taiwan Province, and he was banned from participating in all literary and artistic activities.

Lao Luo was disheartened, so he had to go home to inherit the family business, became a doctor, and after retiring, he came to the mainland to enjoy life, and opened a small clinic by the way to pass the boring time.

The song that was banned by Taiwan Province Shen Hanyang heard Lao Luo sing it, and felt that he was completely dead, and the song was full of sarcasm on the officials and social status quo of Taiwan Province, with spicy words and catchy keys. If this is released, the impact will definitely be extremely bad, and it is simply unreasonable for the Taiwan Province not to ban him.

Shen Hanyang felt that Lao Luo had also been in the music industry, so he remembered him for the first time.

Seeing that Lao Luo looked like he was joking, Shen Hanyang pulled a chair and sat down, picked up a pen and paper, and composed the song composed by Zhou Jiren in his head.

Lao Luo looked at Shen Hanyang in surprise, and said in surprise: "You really know how to write songs!"

Shen Hanyang looked proud, and handed the written song to Lao Luo: "See what's going on?"

Lao Luo picked up the song and looked at it, his eyes lit up slightly, and said: "So-so, this arrangement is a bit difficult to play, the guitar feels a little weird when it pops up, as if something is missing, what kind of instrument is it good to add, piano......?

"Yo, Lao Luo, you still know a lot about music!" Shen Hanyang looked at Lao Luo in surprise, and then said, "This is a song with Chinese style, and it also needs to add flutes, guqin, and guzheng." ”

Lao Luo suddenly realized: "Oh! I said that this lyric is a bit ancient, it turns out to be a Chinese style." ”

Shen Hanyang flattered Lao Luo: "How about it, do me a favor, arrange the music and hang your name!"

Lao Luo smiled: "Okay, how much money you have prepared to record songs, give me the money, and I will help you find musicians and recording studios." ”

Shen Hanyang smiled and stretched out a finger.

Lao Luo frowned slightly: "10,000 yuan, it's almost enough to save some flowers." ”

Shen Hanyang glanced at Lao Luo, gritted his teeth with a distressed expression, and pushed his erected fingers forward: "One thousand!"

Lao Luo showed a smile on his face, and said very kindly: "Get out!"

It is impossible for Shen Hanyang to pull out the money from between his teeth, and it is already his limit to take out a thousand yuan, under his death and begging, Lao Luo was overwhelmed, and finally sighed helplessly, agreed to help him, closed the clinic, and took him to a barbershop.

Pushing open the glass door of the barbershop, a voice with a strong Cantonese accent sounded: "Welcome, haircut or offal?"

Shen Hanyang was stunned, looked at the cattle offal stall outside the door, and then looked at the hairdresser in front of him with colorful hair, and asked Lao Luo, "Are we in the wrong place?!"