Syllable!

A thick pile of A4 paper slapped in front of Yang Chen, a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, with a big belly that seemed to be pregnant in October, looked at the person in front of him with disdain, and squeezed out a line of words from between his teeth:

"Sign it! Sign the contract, and you will be a contracted singer of our company. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Yang Chen's face was delighted, and he hurriedly picked up the heavy signing contract in front of him, but as the pages of the contract went down, Yang Chen's face became more and more ugly.

"This ...... I can't sign this contract!"

Where is this still a singer's signing contract, this is clearly a deed of sale, not only is his basic rights and interests as a singer all deprived, but Yang Chen within ten years, if he wants to change jobs, he also needs to pay sky-high liquidated damages, and the contract restricts the right of authorship of all Yang Chen's music works within ten years.

"Hmph!" the middle-aged man with fat head and big ears looked more and more disdainful, "Do you really think you are a celestial singer? Or the Silver Horse Award actor? It is already very good to be able to give you such a contract, if it weren't for the fact that the song you wrote is not bad, and the music director took a fancy to it, do you think I would sign you? Seeing that you are almost thirty years old, and you have achieved nothing, in my eyes, you are not even worth this contract! Sign it or not? If you don't sign it, get out!"

Yang Chen's eyes only had a look of defeat, when he just received the call yesterday, Yang Chen was still very happy, thinking that he had persisted in his dream for nearly ten years, and it finally paid off, but he didn't expect that what greeted him was such a contract.

"I'll tell you! Lao Tzu just won't do this business, go home and farm, I won't sign your contract! You think I don't know, your music director bought my song, not let me sing it at all!"

Yang Chen's reaction completely angered the middle-aged man in front of him, he snatched the contract in Yang Chen's hand and threw it directly into the paper basket on the side, "Then you can get out! You have been mixed in the imperial capital for almost ten years, you are not even a third-rate singer, a person like you, even if the company really promotes you, does it have a little value?

Yang Chen grabbed the door and walked out, and when he walked out of the company, it happened to be raining heavily in the sky, touching his shriveled pocket, Yang Chen gritted his teeth and ran wildly into the distance.

Running wildly all the way, Yang Chen's body was soaked, and it took a long time before Yang Chen stopped at a barbecue stall on the side of the road.

Ignoring his wet state, Yang Chen walked into the barbecue stall, "Boss, take a bunch of beer and grill two skewers." ”

The boss poked his head out from behind the barbecue grill, saw that it was Yang Chen, and smiled enthusiastically: "Xiao Yang, when you went out this morning, didn't you say that you were going to sign a contract?

Yang Chen was poked by the boss and shook his head embarrassedly, "That's a group of vampires, Lao Tzu won't serve anymore!"

The boss smiled and brought the beer up: "Alas, this line is not easy to mix......"

Yes, this line of work is really not easy to mix, Yang Chen shook his head, took a bottle and blew beer, thinking about his four-year study at the Conservatory, and after coming out, he achieved nothing, just like the middle-aged man with fat head and big ears said, he is not even a third-rate singer, and then thinking about the entertainment novels he was reading on the Internet recently, Yang Chen couldn't help but sigh.

"Niang Xipi, why don't you say I didn't travel to the parallel world with an entertainment system, I wear thousands of clothes, I don't wear entertainment, if I have such an opportunity, I can also become a singer and actor, and I can also become a big star!"

Yang Chen shook his head and felt it, while cocking another bottle of beer, tilting his head and pouring it.

The sound of rain beside him made Yang Chen not hear a very slight sound in his ears.

"The host chooses to bind to the Divine Realm entertainment system, check the host's essence, and bind it...... 10%…… 50%…… 90%…… Once binding, start teleporting!"

As the mechanical voice finished speaking, Yang Chen's eyes were dark, and Yang Chen, who was unconscious, his last thought was:

Damn, Lao Wang's stall actually has fake wine!

In the long darkness, Yang Chen felt that he had a dream, in the dream, he grew from a newborn baby to a twenty-nine-year-old unemployed vagrant, no car, no house, no wife, no career, no future and no way out, only the persistence of singing made Yang Chen feel moved.

Suddenly, the sharp pain in his head made Yang Chen wake up from his dream, and he curled up for a long time holding the braincase that seemed to be torn, and then Yang Chen opened his eyes and looked at this strange room full of exotic atmosphere.

This is not a basement rented by myself, when have I ever lived in such a high-end room?

Just when Yang Chen was puzzled, a long memory suddenly appeared in Yang Chen's mind, making Yang Chen almost faint, holding his head and stunned for a long time, before Yang Chen came to his senses and digested this extra memory little by little.

In the Purple Moon Empire, a human race ally in the Tianyu world, the sixteen-year-old boy was an orphan since he was a child, living by begging, but he had his own lofty ideals, intending to become a real magician, the boy at the age of sixteen, finally accumulated enough savings that could be used as his tuition fees to learn magic, and begged all the way to the imperial capital, planning to go to the imperial capital Violet Magic Academy to sign up, but who knows, when the young man just walked to the gate of the imperial capital, he suddenly saw a runaway carriage crashing towards him.

This is the last image of that memory.

"Tianyu World?orphan?magician?Violet Magic Academy?I've read too many novels, right?Or did I never wake up after drinking Lao Wang's fake wine?"

Muttering to himself, Yang Chen pinched his thigh, the pain in his heart, let Yang Chen know that none of this was a dream, shook and walked to a mirror in the room, looking at the young and somewhat excessive teenager in the mirror, with long golden hair and turquoise eyes, Yang Chen finally confirmed that he had crossed over.

After sitting on the bed for an hour, thirteen minutes and five seconds, Yang Chen finally accepted this helpless setting, and even became a little happy.

The soul of the crossing, the orphan, the child who has no background and no power, and the child who came out of a small place, this is simply the beginning of the fantasy waste firewood flow! If another girl comes to divorce him, Yang Chen will be able to be sure that he is the protagonist, and then the soul of a strong man tens of thousands of years ago as the old grandfather, the aura of this protagonist is simply too bright.

Yang Chen touched the absence of a beard on his chin, and frantically yy in his mind.

No, the system flow has been quite popular in the past two years, and it's also good to carry an open system with you.

Just when Yang Chen was thinking like this, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

【Ding!The Divine Realm Entertainment System is on, the host identity has been bound, the space where the host is located has been determined, and the system panel has been initialized, 10,9,8...... 2，1】

As the ghostly voice ended, a translucent system interface suddenly popped up in front of Yang Chen, and before he had time to read the content of this system, Yang Chen's face showed an excited smile, "I'm really the protagonist!"

And as Yang Chen saw the translucent system interface clearly, Yang Chen's screams like killing a pig suddenly came from the room.

"No! This is not scientific! It is very unscientific! Crossing into the fantasy world, why are you giving me an entertainment system?! Give me back the treatment of the protagonist!"