Chapter Seventy-Three

The logistics delivery company where Fang Yue works is on the east side of the outer ring of Beijing, which is considered a suburb, and it is only here that it is more convenient to park and deliver goods. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is the location of the headquarters, and many items destined for the Kyoto Division are transported to the branches in the city with more than a dozen pieces of bread, and then delivered to each household by couriers.

The huge Beijing Division, dozens of branches, and express mail from all over the country know that it is a head-scratching job when you think about it.

However, it was the off-season, and Fang Yue was busy until two o'clock in the afternoon, and he could finally rest for a while.

However, today's rest time is gone, there is something wrong with the delivery order of a branch in Dongcheng, and Fang Yue went to reconcile the accounts.

He came with the company's delivery van, and when he went back, he also took the company's delivery van.

As for his car, since he didn't find the singles and albums that his son wrote songs, he left the car downstairs and was not in the mood to drive it at all.

How to drive, let the neighbors around him point fingers, he can't stand this.

He wanted to question the child, but Zhou Hanyu grabbed him and said that she asked, and the child said that it was on the market in the past few days.

Fang Yue didn't believe it in his heart, but he endured it, the child was older, he could only choose to believe it, after all, he couldn't follow Fang Yuchen every day,

Xiao Zhang's Futian minibus delivery van made when he came, and Xiao Li's Foton minibus delivery van in his twenties when he left.

People are different, but this song is the same, it's all a song by a female singer, and to be honest, he's a little unaccustomed to it.

As an old-school person, he is still willing to listen to folk songs and operas, people can't do without music, but Fang Yue can't accept today's pop music.

The two chatted about driving fine, and Xiao Li answered a phone call halfway through.

"Juanzi, I'm driving." Xiao Li smiled hippie smile, "The album you said, I bought it, I really bought it, and I will bring it back in the evening,"

"Uh, let me buy two, uh, it's not easy, I bought the last two of the ones I went to."

"Okay, I'll try, well, resolutely complete the task." Xiao Li bared his teeth and put down the phone.

"My girlfriend is calling." Looking at Xiao Li's expression, Fang Yue smiled.

"It's not, alas, it's a test twice a day, either to deliver food, or to buy a small object, but she won't let me spend more money, just to see my patience."

Although Xiao Li complained, there was a smile on his face at this time,

"This time I asked me to bring pop albums to her and her girlfriends, and I bought two copies early in the morning."

Xiao Li looked up at a paper bag on the bridge, Fang Yue glanced at it,

"Alas, it's not easy to get a girlfriend now, it's not easy to get married again, it's like when we did, Xiao Li, you have to hold on."

"It's okay, it's okay, hehe, we're doing it very well" said here Xiao Li's eyes lit up,

"We still have a lot of common hobbies, no, the album she asked me to buy, I didn't listen to it beforehand, well, don't rap is so good, I like to listen to it too, no wonder she's so fascinated."

"Oh, it's all young people's songs, I can't accept it." Fang Yue shook his head.

With a squeak, the two of them rushed forward, Xiao Li stepped on the brakes suddenly, and a black Shidao car on the side suddenly did not turn and said, which startled Xiao Li.

"You're looking for death, bastard." Xiao Li shouted fearfully.

Fang Yue didn't stop Xiao Li's scolding, this was also a way to vent, and he had this time.

Fang Yue picked up the two albums that had fallen on his lap, the two albums had fallen out of the paper bag, he glanced at them, then put the albums back in the paper bag, and then put them on the bridge.

Well, no, he seemed to see Fang Yuchen's three words, yes, that's right, these three words are his son's names, how could he be wrong.

Fang Yue hurriedly took the paper bag back down, his actions attracted Xiao Li's attention, Xiao Li looked at Fang Yue suspiciously, Lao Fang is usually quite steady, and today is the situation of Shenma.

Fang Yue took out the album again and looked at it, his eyes immediately widened, in the list of songs at the back of the album, the lyricist and composer under each song was one person, Fang Yuchen.

"Xiao Li, let me ask you something."

Fang Yue looked at Xiao Li.

"Uncle Fang, you say." Xiao Li agreed while driving.

"This album isn't very popular by what you mean." Fang Yue asked eagerly.

"Of course," Xiao Li mentioned this and that, his eyebrows fluttered, "Uncle Fang, you don't know, this album is hot now, several stores near my girlfriend's house are out of stock, isn't our main store remote, she asked me to take a look here, I waited in line for a few minutes to buy the last two copies." ”

Xiao Li had to show how hard it was for him to buy it, and then his face fell,

"Alas, but Xiaojuan, she also asked me to buy two."

This is not an easy task to complete, he took a lot of effort to buy these two copies, and he will be able to choke on two more copies.

Fang Yue had already gotten the news he knew, his body slacked back and leaned back in his chair, his heart was mixed, shocked, incredulous, and then a sense of satisfaction, and finally a deep guilt, his son didn't lie to him, his son really wrote so many songs, twelve, or so respected by young people, it's a cow.

It's a pity that he still doesn't believe his son when he says anything, he is a little angry when he doesn't come back to meet, and he hasn't called his son in the last half month, and he vomits a little inexplicably, he really has no energy and no confidence, why is he so unconfident in Yuchen.

Fang Yue took out the phone and called Fang Yuchen with a little excitement in his heart,

"Yu Chen, busy, oh, have a good rest, um, I saw your album, you wrote twelve good songs, Dad is very pleased, um,"

Xiao Li squinted at Fang Yue, who had always been silent in the unit, well, who is this old Fang calling, album, twelve good songs.

Xiao Li took out his right hand in confusion and took out the album to take a look, because Lao Fang just made this call after eagerly watching this CD, Ming Chuhan, Cheng Jisheng, Fang Yuchen, these three names are on this album.

Eh, Fang Yuchen, isn't this also surnamed Fang, it won't be Lao Fang's son.

"Okay, I'll have time to go home for dinner, well, let your mother cook a good dish, let's have a drink, well, okay."

When Fang Yue put down the phone, he felt so comfortable in his heart, and the depression of more than ten days was gone, the most important thing was that he heard that his son's answer was still so sunny and so affectionate, well, he didn't know him like a father at all.

"Old Fang, Fang Yuchen, the lyricist and composer of the twelve songs on this album, won't be Uncle Fang's son."

Xiao Li also asked curiously.

"Yes, it's that kid from my family," Fang Yue, who was determined in his heart, nodded with a smile.

"Okay, Uncle Fang, you buried it deep enough, although it wasn't your son who sang by himself, but he was all the songwriters, Uncle Fang, you didn't say a word about such a big thing." Xiao Li was taken aback.

"It's not that he released an album, but it's just lyrics and music, what is there to say."

Fang Yue was still as modest as before, he was not an insider, of course he didn't know how many people were looking for this Fang Yuchen now.

"Uncle Fang, you don't know," Xiao Li found that this Uncle Fang didn't know anything about this, he thought he was also a fan, and Xiao Li, who knew a thing or two in the entertainment industry, began to eradicate Fang Yue's illiteracy.

"Although the lyrics and composers are definitely not as famous as the singers, they write a few good songs, and their reputation in the circle is not covered, and many people are begging to come to the door,"

Xiao Li spat at the stars,

"Like that, Ran Shi, that's a song for 100,000 yuan, Uncle Fang, think about the price."

"One hundred thousand." Fang Yue was startled.

"100,000 still depends on who asks for it, he doesn't pay attention to ordinary people at all, at least it must be a first-line singer, and the company's boss must come to the door in person, otherwise there is no need to talk about it."

Xiao Li said the Tao, as if he was on the scene.

Only then did Fang Yue know that 50,000 yuan for a song by his emotional son was not the top price, but it was ridiculous that he was still so skeptical at the time.

"Uncle Fang, please do something." Xiao Li smiled very chicken thief.

Fang Yue also knows a thing or two about Xiao Li these days, and this kid is making some small calculations when he laughs like this.

"Hehe, if you have something to say, as long as you can help, your Uncle Fang will never refuse, but your Uncle Fang's ability is really too limited."

The old side's ambush skills are also very deep.

"Uncle Fang, this is too simple, hehe, just ask your son-in-law to sign my album, of course, if you can help me sign the autograph of the early Han of the Ming Dynasty, I will thank you, you see...

Xiao Li is looking forward to it.

"This, I don't even know if Yu Chen knows them," Fang Yue was very embarrassed, what was it, at first he didn't ask his son anything because he wasn't optimistic, but now his son's relationship with this popular singer, he really doesn't know.

How can he answer?

"Uncle Fang, you don't know, there is your son-in-law among the producers of this album, he must know the singer, and he must be quite familiar."

Xiao Li explained bitterly, and turned his head to talk to Fang Yue from time to time.

"Eh, Xiao Li, let's do it, I'll go back and ask carefully, and fight for it." Fang Yue wiped his cold sweat, he looked at the left and right worriedly, "Xiao Li, you better drive well, there are many cars in the city." ”

"Uncle Fang, it's up to you if I can raise my eyebrows in front of my girlfriend, you must help."

Xiao Li's flattery is simply no one.

Fang Yue nodded helplessly, he must help, he must help, and now Xiao Li can drive with peace of mind.