In terms of popularity alone, Hong Que has become a small star at this time, and he has surpassed it, you know, this is only the first day of his debut, he has already reached this level, and when he broadcasts live a few more times, he will naturally reach a terrifying realm.

When the word-of-mouth accumulates to a certain extent, it will naturally cause a volcanic eruption, and the success of tonight's live broadcast debut also made Hong Que certain one thing.

That is, the aesthetics of the people in this world and the earth are probably the same, and everyone's taste is the same for some popular songs.

This also eliminated the last worry in Hong Que's heart.

Facts have proved that he is indeed popular, not only the songs he posted on Weibo, "You at the Same Table", "Song of the Pig", "If One Day I Become Rich", "Free Teaching Tape".

The piano piece of "To Alice" that he played intermittently during the chat was also popular, but unfortunately Hong Que did not record it, and many people were asking for the original version of the video.

But it's a pity that Hongque didn't release the original version.

This world is much better than the previous earth, that is, the protection of copyright, without Hong Que's consent, basically no one dares to release his original video.

This is the coolest point of Fat Da live broadcast, Hong Que's song, those music anchors of Fat Da live broadcast can sing, his video, those anchors of fat live broadcast can also be played, but people on other live broadcast platforms can't play it.

This invisibly laid a great foundation for Fat Da's live broadcast.

It's no wonder that Wang Congcong wants to go out in person to sign a contract for Hong Que, this is a living gold mountain, Wang Congcong spent a lot of money in the live broadcast of Fatda.

It's still tepid, and he's in a hurry, and it's indeed a great blessing for a god like Hong Que to come out at this time.

After Hong Que sent Wang Congcong his contact information after the broadcast, he turned off the computer, and Chen Qingzhu was about to get off work in a while.

So he has to make a good supper for Chen Qingzhu first, after all, now he eats other people's food, lives in other people's houses, and people will sleep with you, and you still have to be served in this regard.

Hong Que skillfully took the dough that had woken up and kneaded on the side, divided it into small balls, and pulled the dough apart while boiling boiling water.

Take out the stewed stock from the pot, heat it and put it in a bowl, and then take out the omelette pot and skillfully start frying the soft-boiled eggs, and when the water is boiling, put the noodles into the water one by one.

After the noodles are cooked, they are taken out and soaked in cooled pure water, and the pork chops begin to fry here.

While Hong Que was methodically making supper, Chen Qingzhu finally dragged her somewhat tired body into the room, and as soon as she entered the door, she smelled a strong fragrance.

I can't help but feel a little warm in my heart, no matter how tired I am at work, there is still someone waiting for me at home, isn't it?

"Come back, wait a little longer, the noodles will be ready to cook immediately. Hong Que said to Chen Qingzhu, who had just entered the door.

"Good. Chen Qingzhu sat at the dining table, watching Hong Que busy in the kitchen, she was a little stunned to find that she didn't know when it started, she was used to talking to Hong Que after going home.

Even he was used to the fact that Hong Que was at home.

After Hong Que's pork chop ramen was ready, it was sprinkled with green onions and brought out of the kitchen, and the two lonely people began to eat noodles face to face.

"You look like you're tired today, what's going on?" Hong Que took a sip of the noodle soup, which was made from pork bones, and it tasted really good.

"Isn't it going to be the party's founding day in a few days, the station is preparing for a show, and I've been busy to death lately. Chen Qingzhu sighed with emotion, "They said that I asked you to write a poem praising the motherland, but I helped you refuse." ”

"That is, the last poem was published in Qingcheng Daily for me, and I haven't been paid for the manuscript yet. Hong Que pursed his lips and began to eat the noodles heavily.

Chen Qingzhu was stunned, she just didn't want to involve Hong Que in her work, after all, she was herself, Hong Que was Hong Que, and she didn't want to bother Hong Que because of herself.

As a result, Hong Que didn't leave the money, she rolled her eyes, "The manuscript fee of Qingcheng Daily is only a few hundred yuan." ”

"Mosquito legs are also meat. "Hong Que is a poor man, when he was on earth, he lived a life with no meals, so even if he is already a millionaire at this time, it is still very important in terms of money.

"You can't make a difference. Chen Qingzhu wrinkled his nose, "By the way, didn't you start broadcasting today?

"It's okay. Hong Que said a little vaguely.

"Come on. Chen Qingzhu didn't ask deeply, for fear of hurting Hong Que's self-esteem, in her opinion, what audience could there be on the first day of the live broadcast, and it would be a little inappropriate to ask deeply.

Chen Qingzhu didn't ask, Hong Que naturally didn't answer, the two continued to eat supper face to face, Hong Que ate the supper in three or two bites, patted his somewhat bulging belly, and said, "Actually, I can help write a song or a poem, but it's not difficult." ”

"Forget it, they just said it, and they shouldn't take it too seriously. Chen Qingzhu opened her mouth and said, she also took the last bite of noodles, put down the chopsticks, and exhaled with satisfaction.

"Good. Hong Que nodded, and began to put away the dishes and chopsticks to go to the kitchen to wash.

Chen Qingzhu looked at Hong Que's back, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, how to say it, the relationship between her and Hong Que seemed to have become a little more intimate in the past two days.

But it seems to be a little more alienated.

Now Hong Que gives her the feeling that it is a bit like the taste of leaving in it, you must know that although the relationship between the two was stiff before, she was not worried that Hong Que would leave.

And now Hong Que is like a handful of sand in the palm of his hand, seemingly grabbing, but it keeps flowing between his fingers.

This feeling is very subtle, and it makes her feel a little uncomfortable.

Just when the little couple was emotionally delicate, Wang Congcong's hands over there had already accumulated a lot of information about Hong Que.

"Orphan?" Wang Congcong frowned, he stretched out his hand and tapped the information in front of him, "But his wife is very beautiful." ”

"His information looks a little strange, you see that the school he grew up in is some ordinary school, and you can't even find out what musical talent he has, but you also watched the live broadcast tonight, that music literacy, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the top in China. At this time, a middle-aged man stood in front of Wang Congcong and began to analyze the information.

Wang Congcong smiled and said, "Maybe it was clumsy before, you see that he also read a poem a few days ago, "To the Oak Tree", the context is good, combined with his identity, he has a lot of experience, and he has accumulated a lot of hair." ”

"It can also be explained in this way, in this case, this guy's scheming is a little deep, and you need to be careful with him, and his identity is really not worthy of your identity. The middle-aged man gave his own advice.

"It doesn't matter, I never look at these when I make friends, and I don't look at whether the other party has money, anyway, I don't have money. Wang Congcong waved his hand, quite wealthy.

Wang Congcong said so, and the middle-aged man naturally had nothing to say.

Soon Wang Congcong also continued to speak, "But his identity is a black spot, a little white face, eating soft rice, and the most important thing is that he is also married, which is not in line with the style of idols, and it is not easy to package." ”

"Regarding his marriage, in fact, I have also investigated, and it seems that there are some hidden secrets. The middle-aged man hurriedly took out another piece of information and said, "I initially suspect that the relationship between him and that Chen Qingzhu should be just a fake marriage, if we can divorce before the package, we can operate it again, in fact, it's nothing." ”

"Is it a fake marriage? Wang Congcong narrowed his eyes, feeling like he was watching a big play, "Okay, you can help me arrange it, I will see this person tomorrow night at the latest, and prepare two other contracts for me, one is a contract for him not to divorce, and the other is a contract for him to divorce." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and slowly exited the room.