Lao Liu exaggerated, the business of the nameless tavern is fine, and there are still quite a lot of customers. It's just that Zhang Ruiwen sang in Zheng Fatzi's "Maple Leaf" bar next door, and there was a long queue at the door, which made Lao Liu very mentally stimulated.

Since Fang Yan sang in the nameless tavern, Boss Zheng's bar business was over, and he relied on fake accounts to evade taxes to barely make ends meet. Every time Zheng Fatzi saw the customers at the door of the nameless tavern, he was in tears.

Flowing, flowing, and getting used to it.

Tonight, the business of the Maple Leaf Bar broke out instantly, and Zheng Fatzi ran to the door of the nameless tavern triumphantly and said, "Lao Liu, have you lost your eyes? People want to sing here with you, but you still don't let you." ”

Lao Liu's heart was burning, but his face was light, he lay on the bench and tilted his head, stretched out his finger like Guanyin Bodhisattva, and said, "The villain has a will." ”

The Scrapwood Band was still rehearsing intensively, no one was singing in the nameless tavern, and Xiao Mu was guarding the bar alone, reading an email on his phone.

In the middle of the year, with the approval of the management, Xiaomu was granted 2,000 ordinary shares of "Galaxy Video".

Throughout June, Walking Street has been a hit in the Western world, with more than 300 million views on YouTube. Galaxy Video sued Google in the United States for $20 million.

This kind of case usually drags on for a long time, going back and forth, and finally settles the matter. But the action still caught the attention of Wall Street investors.

Galaxy Video has long been spun off and listed on the New York Stock Exchange, because of Google's case and the popularity of "Walking Street", the stock has risen by 30% in the past month, and the current price per share is a little more than $44.

2,000 shares, not counting taxes, Xiaomu got $88,000. Almost 600,000.

Although it can't compare to the old employees of the newly listed company who got rich overnight, it is also a lot of money. But these stocks, Xiaomu doesn't plan to ask for them.

Recently, he has begun to think seriously about his future. Will he continue to work undercover in the tavern, or resign from the company and work with Fang Yan in a dignified manner? Of course, if you resign, you can't ask for this stock.

Xiao Mu looked at the shiny cups under the light and fell into deep thought.

After a few months in the tavern, he couldn't imagine the ordinary life of going back to the company and sitting in the office.

The question is, is it reliable to open a record company? If you want money, you don't have money, you want people. The music market is so sluggish, a small label can't withstand any storms. At the end of the day, it's still a game of capital.

Compared with capital, Fang Yan's strength alone is too small. If you go undercover as originally planned, you still have a lot of money to take.

Sad, sad.

The next day, Fang Yan took Yuan Yuan to a cemetery in the suburbs to grave his parents. Feng Lu strongly asked to follow, and she also bought a large handful of lilies.

The cemetery is built on a hillside, and the hillside is planted with tall pine trees, and the pine needles on the branches of the trees sway in the breeze, as if quietly guarding the resting souls. The sun shines on one side of the hillside, and the tombstones are shining.

Fang Yan wiped the dust off the tombstone with a towel, placed fruits and offered flowers. He opened another bottle of small Erguotou wine and set it aside. It looks a little bit like that. It was the height of summer, and the cemetery was quiet, and there were no people worshipping and sweeping.

Mom and Dad.

I got out of prison, I was doing well, I had some friends, and I had a girlfriend. I brought my girlfriend to you too.

…… I miss you guys so much.

The tombstone is inlaid with a photo of Fang Yan's parents, who are laughing.

"My mother is good-looking, right?" Fang Yan asked Yuan Yuan with a smile.

"Good looking. Your dad is also handsome. ”

"Let's go, it's too hot. ”

"Wouldn't you like to stay a little longer?"

"Just take a look. ”

Yuan Yuan looked at the tombstone and said, "They are your parents, so they are also my parents." ”

"Hmm. ”

"Wait a minute. ”

"What?"

Yuan Yuan flashed her eyes, looked at the surface of the tombstone, and slowly recited a scripture: "Love is long-lasting and kind. Love is not jealousy. Love is not boastful, not arrogant, not shy......"

This passage is from the New Testament book of 1 Corinthians, a letter written by St. Paul to the church in Corinth, in which he tells people what "love" is.

“…… He does not seek his own good, and he does not become quick to anger. Do not count the evil of man. He does not like unrighteousness, but only the truth. Bear all things, believe all things, hope all things, endure all things. Love never ends. ”

Fang Yan listened silently, feeling that these simple sentences were full of mysterious power, like countless mysteries. He wiped his eyes, and suddenly he felt a sense of confidence. Now that he's free, he'll come back often to see them.

Fang Yan was very grateful to Yuan Yuan for saying these strange words. He whispered to her: "If you see my parents today, you will be our daughter-in-law." ”

"I am. ”

It was already noon when they returned to Yanjing City, and the three of them had a casual lunch, went to the supermarket to buy various cleaning supplies, and returned to Fang Yan's house. Feng Lu didn't say a word, opened the window, connected the water, and mopped the floor. Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan also followed behind to clean up.

After a while, Shen Boyuan also came over, and when he saw this fiery scene of collective labor, he instinctively wanted to run.

"Don't go. ”

"I have back pain. Shen Boyuan leaned back on the sofa and grinned.

"You hurry up and get to work. ”

The four of them worked hard to clean, but they were all tired and out of breath, and they were busy until the sun went down, and then they cleaned up the house. But the sheets and quilts have been put for too long, and they are all a little mildew, Fang Yan is reluctant to throw them away, and is ready to disassemble and wash them. Clothes also need to be re-dried.

Yuan Yuan and Feng Lu got together, flipped through the thick photo album in Fang Yan's house, turning the pages one by one, and giggled from time to time.

In the evening, several young people came to eat together, and then went to KTV. Now that everyone is getting busier and busier, it would be good to get together once a month, and this time Fang Yan came back, he finally had a reason to party.

The next morning, Ji Shanshan drove to the Four Seasons Hotel to pick up Shang Yan and take him to the ketchup company. During this time, the entire ketchup was busy with "Chinese Singer", especially the plan to launch Zhang Ruiwen, which is currently very successful. Ji Shanshan was still wearing big sunglasses and seemed a little tired.

Yuan Yuan and Feng Lu went to the palace to play, but they didn't come with them.

The car drove through a small street, and Ji Shanshan pointed to the distance and said: "This is a famous recording studio, with the best equipment, the best recording engineer, and the scale is very large. Many of the most famous artists have recorded songs here. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Then it went out of business, so let's do it this year. ”

"Why?"

"It's a slump in making music. Now house prices are skyrocketing, rents are too expensive, and they don't make money at all. ”

"Does your company have its own recording studio?"

Ji Shanshan nodded and said, "There are two, but the scale is very small." Let me tell you, Mr. Cao Weiran is an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and some important music has to be produced abroad. This Zhang Ruiwen, his album was recorded in Tokyo, and the musicians also use foreign people. ”

"Is Zhang Ruiwen back?"

"No, I don't know. Mr. Cao is in charge of his affairs. ”

A towering building stands in the sunlight, and the car drives into the underground parking lot, and the two take the elevator upstairs. As soon as you enter the door, the front desk of the company is a bright red tomato logo, round and cute. Fang Yan carried the guitar on his back and walked all the way inside with Ji Shanshan.

Tomato Sauce is invested by an internet giant and is also very much like an internet company. In a brightly lit conference room, a small group is meeting. The young man sitting at the workstation did not say a word, typing quickly.

Cao Weiran, the company's CEO, sat in the corner office with his eyes closed, he was waiting for Fang Yan.