In the early morning, Ye Bihuang opened his eyes and felt that the whole person became refreshed.

In the world of "EX Speed", you can not only live a double life, but also replenish your energy and make yourself more energetic during the day.

Ye Bihuang jumped up and put on his clothes, went to the kitchen to find some food to eat, and then immediately went out to prepare for training, there was no doubt that Liu Ye must be waiting for him outside the door on time.

Two days later.

"May I ask if it's Ye Bihuang's family?" Ye Bihuang opened the door.

A kind-looking and slightly chubby man appeared in front of Ye Bihuang with a briefcase.

"Yes, I am." Ye Bihuang nodded politely.

"Hello, we are the public relations representative of Hong Kong Polygram Records, my name is Zhang Bin." The chubby and kind PR representative in front of him was shocked, this is the person the company sent itself over to negotiate? It is said that he wrote the lyrics of several songs to make his company's singer Zhang Xueyou quite fond of it, and asked him to buy it.

It was precisely because of Zhang Xueyou's actions that the whole company was shaken, and the boss attached great importance to this matter, so he sent himself over to negotiate.

But I didn't expect the so-called Mr. Ye Bihuang to be so young, and he was only sixteen or seventeen years old. In fact, what he didn't know was that Ye Bihuang was only fifteen years old, but he was just a little mature.

"Well, hello, I received your message a long time ago, please come in and sit down." Zhang Bin walked into Ye Bihuang's house, and saw that Ye Bihuang's house was almost surrounded by walls, just a small shanty town and an empty yard.

Despite this, the house is very clean and tidy.

"The hostess of this house must be a hard-working woman, definitely a good woman." Zhang Bin made this definition in his heart, he defined it well, Su Yu is a thrifty female surname, when the conditions in the family were good, Su Yu was very stable and cared for the family.

Now when the family is very poor, Su Yu is still very stable and takes care of his family.

Never complained.

If you talk about the best woman known in the world, Ye Bihuang definitely recommends her mother.

Because a woman who can share weal and woe with her is not spoken, but made You can't imagine the women of the future, who swear by the sea in their mouths, but in fact, they don't know how many young men they have trysts in the hotel behind their backs. Women are worthy of being born connoisseurs of acting, and men who can be deceived in a few words can't find Bei, and if they are discovered, they can also use men who are not things as an excuse.

"Mr. Ye Bihuang, Zhang Xueyou of our company specially wants to ask you, do you still have that type of song? If there is any, our company would like to acquire. ”

"Hehe, if I am asked to write it, I can still write a few songs, but you wait first, when my father comes back, let's talk together, I am a little child, and the aura is not enough, isn't it." Ye Bihuang said this very generously and neatly, and immediately won Zhang Bin's favor.

Zhang Bin nodded and said, "Okay, no problem." ”

Ye Bihuang took out a large pile of apples, pears, oranges and other fruits from the kitchen and brought them to the living room.

The apples were bought by my parents after they got a good job, and the pears and oranges were bought because I heard two days ago that someone was going to come to talk about it, so I deliberately went out to buy some, and these things were prepared for this moment to entertain guests.

At noon, Ye Junfeng returned home humming a song, and Su Yu sat on the back of his bicycle.

The complacent appearance of the two made Ye Bihuang very happy, he really did the right thing. If he refused Liu Feng's help, it was just a hypocritical display of self-esteem.

Where is the happiness of parents now, it is important.

"Dad, Mom, the PR representative of Hong Kong Polygram Records is here."

Zhang Bin stood at the door of the room at this time, and stretched out his hand to Ye Junfeng with a slight smile: "My name is Zhang Bin, and I am the public relations representative of Hong Kong Polygram Records, and I am honored to meet you." ”

"Hello." Ye Junfeng also held Zhang Bin's hand politely, symbolizing the surname holding his hand.

"It's time for lunch, I'll cook, you talk." Su Yu has been thinking about this for the past two days, and she even has a little insomnia, but she has become relieved that someone is really coming today.

"Well, Mom, you can go."

Zhang Bin saw that although Ye Junfeng's family of three lived in this kind of place, but their temperament was hungry, neither humble nor arrogant, and the family was happy, he was even more admired in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

Ye Junfeng and Zhang Bin sat firmly on the dilapidated sofa in the living room, Ye Junfeng picked up an apple from the table and handed it to Zhang Bin and said, "The cold house is shabby, I'm sorry if the hospitality is not thoughtful." “

"It's okay, it's okay, I don't feel uncomfortable, I'm a child from the countryside." Zhang Bin has a kind face and smiles quite kindly. He took the apple, took it in his hand and took a bite.

Ye Junfeng said: "I know your intentions, I want to know what you think of the lyrics written by my son." ”

Zhang Bin saw that the conditions in Ye Junfeng's house were particularly bad, the original price given to him by the company was 45,000 per song, he could lower the price, but he couldn't press it less than 30,000, and within this limit, how much he pressed belonged to him.

But after he saw the conditions in Ye Bihuang's house, he smiled slightly and said: "Brother, I see that the conditions of your family are not good, the original company gave me a price reduction quota, I will give you a bottom, 45,000 is the minimum bottom line, but I said it clearly, I can actually press it to 30,000 yuan per song, I don't want it, I give it all to you." ”

Ye Junfeng's mouth suddenly opened wide, and the whole person was stunned! None of the negotiating tactics that had been envisaged were used.

In fact, when he saw Su Yu, he had the feeling of seeing his mother. Although only for a moment.

Ye Bihuang smiled slightly, and before his father could speak, he stepped forward: "Since Mr. Zhang Bin is you"

"Knock knock knock" Someone knocked on the door of Ye Bihuang's house again, and Ye Bihuang ran out to open the door. I saw a sharp-eared monkey-cheeked man appear at the door of Ye Bihuang's house.

"Excuse me, you are." Ye Bihuang saw that the man had an arrogant look on his face, a briefcase was sandwiched on his shoulder, and he was wearing a suit, as if he was the eldest and his second.

made Ye Bihuang feel a kind of disgust.

"The contemptible name is Wang Li, and he is the negotiator of the Canadian Company, is this Ye Bihuang's family? Is Mr. Ye Bihuang at home? ”

"I am." Ye Bihuang made a gesture of please.

"You are? Don't joke about the little doll, Mr. Ye Bihuang must be twenty or thirty years old. ”

The sharp-eared monkey cheek Wang Li said in a flirtatious tone.

"That's me, Mr. Wang Li!" Ye Bihuang said in a firm tone, "If you have any questions, Mr. Wang Li, please go into the room and we will talk in detail." ”

"Okay."

After Wang Li entered the courtyard, he swayed three times, looking particularly arrogant. When he saw that Ye Bihuang's family was particularly poor, there was an imperceptible look of disdain in his eyes.

Ye Junfeng also went out to greet him at this time, Wang Li immediately changed from a little prodigal appearance to a serious public relations appearance, he stretched out his hand and said: "May I ask you are Mr. Ye Bihuang, I am the negotiator of Jiaji Company, hello." ”

Ye Junfeng glanced at his son with an embarrassed expression, and then said, "My name is Ye Junfeng, and my son Ye Bihuang over there." ”

"Huh? What are the lyrics? Wang Li didn't believe that such a young child could write such classic lyrics, he suspected that Ye Junfeng wrote it and then invested in the company in the name of his son.