Feng Shuang's crying eyes were red, but Huang Zhansen was reluctant to hold the tape, and then decisively slapped the table and made conditions, "It's okay to release an album, or the title song, next month, no matter who it is, you have to write a Cantonese song for my artists that can't be worse than this." ”

This is Huang Zhansen's condition, he is guaranteed to praise Feng Shuang, and when she debuts, he will prepare to release an album for her, and he can not use this song for other artists, but the premise is that Ye Jinglan will tailor a song for his artists next month.

He originally wanted to designate an artist, but he was afraid that Ye Jinglan would not be able to play well, but would limit her talent, otherwise let her choose by herself and find her own feelings, and it will depend on their luck which singer can be selected at that time.

"No problem, but the price of me and Teacher Xia is not low!" Something that is not difficult, Ye Jinglan naturally will not refuse, so she patted Feng Shuang's shoulder comfortingly and agreed with a smile.

After sending Ye Jinglan and Feng Shuang home, Xiang Shaofan went back to school with Fang Hao.

On the way back, Fang Hao was sure again and again, and then he believed that such a beautiful song was actually made by that "ordinary" girl.

But he thought about it later, it was already very unusual to be liked by Xiang Shaofan

Early the next morning, a sad parting was staged again in the airport, but the long sadness could not withstand the time, and it was time to board the plane, that is, it was time to really say goodbye, but fortunately, it was time to say goodbye!

Ye Jinglan and Zhang Xia, mother and daughter, watched the plane take off, and drove away from the airport after walking away.

"Let's go, your feet are not completely well, I will send you in, and I will come to pick you up in the evening." Parking the car in the parking lot of the antique market, Zhang Xia helped her daughter and whispered.

Since you have worshiped the teacher, you should study art hard, this is not almost a good daughter's feet, so she is clamoring to go to Jigu Xuan, Zhang Xia, who is a mother, can only support her daughter's progress, right?

Because it is a weekend and the autumn is cool, there are a lot of people in the antique market, and Zhang Xia is not interested in antiques, but there is one place that has attracted her attention, that is, the second-hand book stall.

"This old book can also be considered an antique?" Zhang Xia looked at the many people surrounding in front of the bookstall and couldn't help but ask her daughter curiously.

"If it's an ancient book, of course, it's counted, but the bookstalls outside here are basically some ordinary second-hand, third-hand books."

"But, Mom, you can also get some newer old books to sell when you rent a bookstore, I heard that most of these books are imported from the scrap station, and the profit is not bad."

Wang Lao had introduced the situation of the antique market to her, so at this time, Ye Jinglan saw that her mother was interested, so she spoke in detail.

Zhang Xia is also very economically minded, and she is a little transparent by her daughter, think about it! She runs a bookstore, renting books, selling used books and doing it together is also very good, just go to the scrapyard to find old books troublesomely, but she can drive by herself now, and it is still okay to find Hongyuan to accompany her to pull it once in a while.

Zhang Xia is a doer, after thinking clearly, she learned from others to squat on the used book stall and ask about the price while watching, she can sell more expensive than here, but it can't be too bad.

Ye Jinglan stood aside and waited with little interest, but it was boring to stand, so when she saw an ancient coin stall not far away, she said hello to her mother and walked over.

In fact, she herself was not very interested in ancient coins, because first, it was difficult to find, and second, she felt that it was worthless, but she had to complete the homework left by the master.

The stall owner's copper coins are divided into two batches, one is already selected, the real price is clear, and it is more valuable when you look at it, which is for collectors.

There is also a group that I haven't picked, and those who are rushing to pick up leaks or learn will look at these, because they are cheap, but most of them are fake.

Ye Jinglan grabbed a handful of copper coins casually and looked at them one by one, but she frowned when she saw her, and she really couldn't see anything.

"Little girl, do you want to collect it yourself or buy it as a gift? If you want me to say, you should buy that stall anyway. An old man who was also flipping copper coins with Ye Jinglan finally couldn't help but mention something after seeing Ye Jinglan frown N times.

"Ahh I watched and played it myself, the one over there is too expensive, and I still think it's good here. Ye Jinglan shook her head to refuse the kindness of the old man, and the reason why she frowned was because the system was too slow to inspect the copper coins, and what made Ye Jinglan speechless was that the most valuable copper coin she had turned over so far was only worth a hundred yuan, no wonder the copper coins here were sold by the pound.

The old man wanted to say that if you spend money to buy a pile of copper, it is better to buy two less genuine pieces, but he also knows that children are willful now, so he didn't say much, and continued to look at it.

After squatting for another two minutes, Ye Jinglai was really impatient, so he put a handful of small plastic bags given by the stall owner into it, and then the stall owner quoted 20, Ye Jinglan didn't bargain, and paid the money directly, and the old man on the side shook his head.

But the old man didn't know that Ye Jinglan still had two good value in this plastic bag, although it was not a treasure, but it could earn ten times as much.

Besides, Zhang Xia is really a book lover, and she didn't feel tired after shuttling in front of the bookstall for more than 20 minutes, Ye Jinglan walked over, picked up the books she had picked, and asked the boss to load them before she was bored and looked through them in front of the booksstand.

The boss's bookstall is divided very neatly, the leftmost stall sells old textbooks, old novels, old magazines, a unified 2 yuan a piece, next to it is 5 yuan, 10 yuan a piece, but there are too many people gathered there, Ye Jinglan didn't go to see it.

And she does not have a price tag in this position now, most of the books here are traditional, some are from the Republic of China, and some are said to have been handed down from ancient times, and the books here are all priced according to people.

Because the value of the books here is higher, although there are not as many people as there are, the boss is mainly here.

The boss knew that Ye Jinglan and Zhang Xia were mother and daughter, so he smiled and said: "The little girl reads the moving traditional Chinese characters, it's not simple!" Look, there is a favorite uncle who will give you a cheaper. ”

"Good! Then thank you uncle. "This kind of good word, whether you buy it or not, Ye Jinglan has to say thank you.

The traditional characters written are not necessarily ancient books, she saw that several of them were printed in modern times, this kind of book she only glanced at and put it back, and the rest she would use the system to identify it, but it disappointed her, until she was ready to give up, the system actually said that the book in her hand was worth millions.

"Has Lan Lan chosen?" Zhang Xia handed the adjusted book in her hand to the boss to settle the bill, and then patted her daughter who seemed to be in a daze, she thought that her daughter was waiting for her to be bored, so she asked a little embarrassed. (To be continued.) )