On the wall of the nameless tavern, there is a large picture of Hayao Miyazaki. Also written the date: August 12, 2017. This was taken by Yuan Yuan with his mobile phone, and after Lao Liu got the photo, it was changed to black and white.

On Saturday afternoon, the tavern was doing good business.

Fang Yan and Lao Liu got together and observed Wen Jing sitting by the bar.

The girl looked average, the weather was very hot, but she was still wearing a long-sleeved coat, jeans, and shabby canvas shoes. She sat alone on a barstool, hunched over, guarding a glass of Wizard Solo, occasionally bowing her head and taking a soft sip of a straw.

I don't talk, I don't play with my phone, I just sit quietly in a daze.

Lao Liu's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he introduced the current situation: "For a week, she came every day, sat for an afternoon, and then left. She didn't drink much, she didn't drink much. ”

"Uh. ”

"You see, she doesn't wash her clothes, and she's been wearing them for days. ”

"Lao Liu. ”

"Ahh ”

"You don't care about her. ”

"She's your student. Besides, she's so quiet, what do I care about her?" said Lao Liu.

"Where's Chubby?"

Lao Liu pointed to the ceiling.

Wen Jing was picked up by Fang Yan from the audition site of "Chinese Singer". She has a strong talent for writing, and she slowly cultivates it, and maybe she will become a singer-songwriter. She is a potential stock for the company's growth.

Fang Yan felt a little guilty. After picking it up, he didn't care about Guan Wenjing. Now that Yang Zhenyu is going to do the APP again, she is a little sad.

Wen Jing sat there, and the speed of time within 3 meters around her body slowed down.

Fang Yan walked over and carefully observed Wen Jing's side face. She had a faint smell of wine on her. The great youth was drunk like this.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Jing didn't raise her head, thinking it was a customer in the tavern who was talking. She said impatiently in a hoarse voice, "No, yes." ”

"It's me. ”

Wen Jing slowly turned her head like a raccoon. She looked at it for a moment with dark eyes like small animals, shook her head and said, "You, I won't make an appointment either." ”

She drank too much.

Fang Yan bought gifts for everyone. What was given to Wen Jing was a commemorative watch from "Spirited Away", which was taken from Ghibli without spending any money.

Wen Jing slowly opened the box, stared at the cartoon pattern on the delicate little dial, and then looked at her tiny wrist, bowing her head and not speaking.

"How's your guitar doing?"

Wen Jing sighed and shook her head. She carefully buckled her watch, adjusted the wristband, and raised her wrist to examine it carefully.

She hadn't played the piano in days. Yang Zhenyu was busy making apps and didn't have time to teach her, so she simply came to the tavern to drink every day, firstly to pass the time, and secondly, to express her protests silently.

Wen Jing was originally a lazy person, Fang Yan gave her hope, she wanted to practice the piano and write songs well in this summer vacation...... As a result, Fang Yan always did not appear. Her heart gradually cooled. It was a terrible feeling, and she was going to protest.

"You write songs. ”

"Writing songs?" Wen Jing raised her head, a little confused.

"You write songs, you sing them. I'll record it for you and post it online for everyone to listen to. Fang Yan said. Galaxy Video has to give 20 million cash at once, and it can do a lot of things.

"Write whatever?"

"Of course, you can write whatever you want. ”

"Oh. ”

In fact, this is Cao Weiran's concept, to give singers a space and environment for free creation. A person like Wen Jing, who is talented and unskilled, must be more careful and not lose the aura on his body.

"I write songs that no one likes to hear. Wen Jing said.

"I would have liked it. ”

"Sick......" she muttered quietly.

"Try it. ”

"Can I write anything?"

"Yes. ”

Wen Jing thought for a while, and then asked, "I can't sing, what should I do?"

It's true. Wen Jing's throat didn't open, her breath was weak, and her pitch was also very poor. But none of that matters. There are a lot of people who sing well, and creative strength is a rare wealth.

"I'll teach you. ”

"Hehehe. Wen Jing sneered, like listening to the coldest joke in the world.

I stayed with this female apprentice for 3 minutes, but it felt like a rainy weekend. Fang Yan walked up the stairs, took off his shoes on the second floor, and walked up to the small attic.

It was quiet.

The little fat man Kong Lei sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes closed, and his fleshy face was very solemn. There are 3 guitars around it: Fang Yan's limited edition Martin, the chubby Yamaha classical piano, and Wen Jing's Little Martin.

He didn't even play the game.

Is this meditating?

Looking closer, you can see that his eyeballs are rolling under his eyelids, and his eyelashes are occasionally fluttering. He has tiny hairs on his ears, his mouth is slightly open, and his brain seems to radiate the light of Buddha nature.

Settled?

Fang Yan was also sitting on the floor and didn't dare to disturb.

After more than 10 minutes, Chubby Paper opened his eyes and showed a sunny smile.

"Brother!"

"Chubby. ”

"I was practicing the piano just now! Uncle Liu won't let me play your ...... What a Turk, I had to practice in my heart!"

"It's hard for you. ”

Kong Lei was forced to have no choice, he played the piano in his heart, which was somewhat useful. Sometimes, it is also a very effective way to leave the instrument and body and exercise only on your own mind.

Kong Lei also had a gift, he got a fat doll from My Neighbor Totoro.

"You come to the tavern every day, doesn't your dad talk about you?"

"I lied to him and said to be with you. ”

"Oh. ”

The little fat man's guitar class has not been taken for a long time, and Fang Yan and Kong Lei play the piano together. The battle was fierce, like two fighter jets fighting in the air.

After playing for a while, Wen Jing heard the fierce sound of the piano, and also climbed up to the attic, sat on the side, picked up the guitar, and slowly climbed the lattice. She began to think about writing songs.

Kong Lei had a great time, but Fang Yan was tired and sweating. He went on a trip for more than 20 days, and the little fat man became more violent.

"Where's my sister?"

This is asking Yuan Yuan. At noon today, I had dinner with the Waste Wood Band, Yuan Yuan, Feng Lu, and Xia Mo resumed their previous rhythm and went back to their new home to watch the audition of "Chinese Singer". After the new home was arranged, Fang Yan never lived in it for a day.

"She's watching TV at home. ”

"Oh. I also want TV. ”

Playing the piano, Fang Yan and Kong Lei chose the tracks of the album together, counting the original "Sputnik", it is expected to be 7 songs, but a few more need to be prepared.

Kong Lei's repertoire is very large, and he can play anything on the classical guitar. But there's a lot to consider when it comes to making an album. Different styles, moods, durations, sorting, and tonality must be matched, like stir-frying a dish.

After discussing for a long time, when I went downstairs, it was almost dark.

Fang Yan was going to take the apprentices to eat and come back to sing. He said that Ben had been gone for more than 20 days, and the performances in the tavern had been suspended, and he was ready to sing children's songs every day to compensate Lao Liu.

At the door of the tavern, Channing sat in a chair. Lao Liu stood in front of her respectfully, his hands naturally drooping, and he kept nodding his head back.

Seeing Fang Yan, he smiled and said, "Xiao Yan, I have good news for you." ”

"Good news?"

"Mr. Qian has just appointed me as the company's VP. I'm going to set up an administration department. In the future, I will be responsible for everyone's logistics. ”

VP, Fang Yan knows the word, the meaning of vice president.

What's the good news?

Also, Mr. Money?

Mr. Qian wore a light blue short-sleeved denim dress, sunglasses, and a pair of small slippers barefoot. I haven't seen her for more than 10 days, she is in a good mood, her face is ruddy, and she is smiling shallowly.

"Congratulations, Lao Liu, you are an official. Vice President. Fang Yan grabbed Lao Liu's hand and shook it up and down.

"Hehe, don't call it that, Mr. Qian's appointment still needs to be approved by the board of directors. Don't forget to vote for me then. Lao Liu said, it looks very beautiful, he is an official fan.

No one would object to such an appointment. Lao Liu must have no problem doing administrative work, just give him a name.

"Mr. Money. "Hello Fang Yan.

Channing's face flushed. One leg under her skirt trembled slightly, as if she wanted to kick Fang Yan, but finally didn't. She put away her smile, bit her lip and said, "You're going to sign something." ”

"What?"

"A contract, a brokerage contract. After signing, you will be an artist of the company. ”

Fang Yan didn't understand. The nameless tavern company is self-opened, why do you have to sign any contract. He glanced at Channing and saw that she wasn't joking.

"It's not just you, Chubby, Wen Jing, and the Waste Wood Band, you all have to sign. ”

“……”

Kong Lei and Wen Jing glanced at each other.

Qian Ning stood up and explained seriously: "After signing the contract, the company can invest money to organize rehearsals, performances, and release records. If you make money, you share it with the company. ”

"Oh. ”

After signing the contract, if Fang Yan earns 100 yuan through the company, he can get 50 yuan, and the remaining 50 yuan will be distributed to the company. In addition, since he is a shareholder, if the 50 yuan dividend, he can get more than 10 yuan.

Under the constraints of this brokerage contract, the relationship between the company and the artist is a cooperative relationship, not an employment relationship.

This is not an overactive move, with the system, a small workshop can become a company.

"Let's do it, let's sign it. "Fang Yan is in charge.

"Hmm. ”

"Where's the contract?"

Qian Ning shook his head: "I haven't got it yet." There are so many things. ”

A few customers had already gathered at the door of the bar, queuing up to get the show's numbered ticket. It was the meal, Fang Yan asked Qian Ning if he wanted to eat together.

"I'm not going. Go and eat, I am not hungry. ”

"Okay. ”

Grunt. Someone's stomach growled. It's like raising objections. Fang Yan and Lao Liu looked around and determined that the owner of the voice was Qian Ning.

"I'm not hungry. Channing blushed and emphasized again.

"Okay. ”