"Okay, you kid hid deep enough, Midsummer Morning Breeze, damn, Midsummer Morning Breeze is actually by my side."

At this moment, Menghui was even more excited than Ye Fei when he heard the news.

Ye Chen pointed at him and made a silent gesture.

Menghui looked around in a panic.

Fortunately, this is the peak of dining, and people are bustling, and no one notices here.

Lowering his voice, Menghui continued:

"You see that I am a hacker, I can't even dig you into the midsummer morning breeze, it's a real failure."

"Did you really write my sister's song?"

Mengqi's surname is Meng, and Menghui is also surnamed Meng, so usually Menghui always calls Mengqi his sister shamelessly, and even deceived the little girl by relying on this hand.

The little girl who killed him chased after him to get Mengqi's autograph.

Ye Chen put a mouthful of fish head soup into his mouth, swallowed the fragrant fish soup and said:

"It's your sister's song."

Originally, Menghui was very interested in a big meal, and he wondered why Ye Chen had become so generous.

But at this moment, he was shocked by this news, and the delicious food on the table became Ye Chen's exclusive enjoyment, and Menghui was not in the mood to eat it.

"This is a good thing, Brother Chen, I call you Brother Chen, are you still afraid of publicizing such a good thing?"

Menghui looked at Ye Chen, who was feasting with puzzlement.

"More is better than less, and the more people who know, the more troublesome it is."

Ye Chen said very calmly.

With a song library comparable to a treasure in that world, Ye Chen firmly believes that becoming famous is only a matter of time.

In this way, he wants to have more ordinary time to understand the world.

Meng Hui was almost choked by Ye Chen's words, and poured a few large sips of Tianhai beer to calm down his emotions.

"Isn't it just to take the road of art to become famous, and now this shit luck has fallen on your head, why don't you catch it quickly."

He couldn't figure out what kind of trouble Ye Chen was hiding.

"Brother Chen, if my Menghui could have your talent, I would have been interested in the whole level, oh no, it's the whole school, and the whole day has been publicized."

"Are you going to hack the Penguin portal server and make a big headline for yourself?"

Ye Chen quipped.

"Well, I don't have that ability, but it's more than enough to hack the server of our academic affairs office."

Speaking of this, Menghui seemed to suddenly think of something.

He approached Ye Chen with a hippie smile:

"Hehe, Brother Chen."

"you, don't be so sensual."

Ye Chen tore off a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

Menghui still looked at Ye Chen with a smile and said:

"Brother Chen, you said, it turns out that I have no hope for key art schools, and I thought at that time, with you buddy, we can be admitted to an ordinary art school, and we can take care of each other."

Ye Chen swallowed the beef and waited for what Menghui would say.

"But it's different now, you see, such a good song has been written by you, this talent, designated as straight to the point."

Menghui smiled again and said:

"Brother Chen, see if you can help me make a melody, and let my brother and me have a good time when I take the art exam."

After speaking, Menghui looked at Ye Chen with anticipation.

In this world's art examination, in addition to the guaranteed quota depends on the works, even if it is not a guaranteed quota, it is also necessary to come up with the works.

It's just that the guaranteed places are divided into preliminary and semi-finals, and non-guaranteed students only need to submit one work to the teacher.

What is needed for escort is two songs above the level, and only one song that is reasonable for non-escort is enough.

Therefore, there is a huge gap between the difficulty of escorting and non-escorting.

After Menghui finished speaking, he kept staring at Ye Chen.

His heart was a little flustered, after all, this was something that was difficult for some strong people.

Just because you can create a good piece doesn't mean you can create a second piece.

What's more, Ye Chen is still busy with his own lyrics and songs, where will he have time to help him.

Seeing that Ye Chen didn't speak, Menghui smiled again, and he decided to take back his request.

But just when he was about to open his mouth, Ye Chen spoke first:

"If you want to pass the repertoire of key universities, so let's escort it together, what do you think?"

Ye Chen's words made Menghui instantly petrify in place.

"Escort, I won't be mistaken, this Nima turned out to be escort, or let's escort together."

Menghui didn't believe his ears, and he even thought that he was too eager to have auditory hallucinations.

He just wanted a track to pass, even if it was a low skim over the score line.

I didn't expect Ye Chen to say that he would escort him.

It's like a girl I just met, I just wanted to watch a movie, but who would have thought that the girl would let her bring her ID card.

What does this Nima mean, you have to bring your ID card to watch a movie, doesn't this mean that you have to open a room?

This happiness came too suddenly.

"Let's escort together", what a lot of courage it must be to say this.

It was already very difficult for a person to fight for a place to escort him, and Ye Chen actually said to help him escort.

Menghui carefully looked at Ye Chen beside him.

He seemed to feel that he was getting more and more incomprehensible to his small hair.

"Didn't you say that you will be a ** silk with me for a lifetime, how to transform, Nima will become handsome and rich."

Menghui naturally didn't know what Ye Chen was thinking.

After Menghui's idea was proposed, Ye Chen was reminiscing about Menghui.

Through the memory of Ye Chen before, he could find that the relationship between Ye Chen and Menghui was really good.

Menghui is also righteous, when he was a child, Ye Chen relied on his mother and lived a difficult life, and Menghui helped Ye Chen a lot at that time.

At this moment, although his feelings for Menghui are not as hot as the original Ye Chen, Ye Chen can also conclude that Menghui's conduct is worth dating.

He recalled Menghui's singing skills again.

Menghui's voice is relatively crisp and loud.

However, the bass part is not calm enough, and the treble part is not sustainable, and there is also a lack of explosiveness.

Fortunately, pop singing is not as demanding on the voice as bel canto and folklore.

"Little Gray, your timbre is quite clear, the middle range is stable, and the recognition of your voice is also there, let me think about it and make up a suitable song for you."

Ye Chen was talking about the merits of Menghui's voice while recalling the tracks in his mind.

"No, Brother Chen, aren't you serious, do you really let me squeeze into the escort quota?"

Menghui was still in disbelief, and he wanted to make sure if Ye Chen was joking.

"Of course it's serious, one of you, one of me, and one of Fei'er, isn't this only three, there are four guaranteed places, and we only account for three, which is definitely enough."

As soon as Ye Chen's words came out, Menghui was stunned again.

Don't say it's Menghui, even if it is heard by the principal, I'm afraid it will criticize Ye Chen's arrogance.

It's only three, why don't you take the remaining spot?

Is this a question of whether it is enough or not?,It's as if you can be guaranteed as long as you're willing to send it.,Do you want to consider the feelings of other children's shoes.。

"Eh, Brother Chen, can you tell me what kind of song you want to compose?"

"I haven't thought about this yet, anyway, there are more than ten days left, so I can give it to you in advance."

"What, you're going to create four guaranteed tracks in more than ten days, can you stop being so crazy?"

Before, Menghui saw that Ye Chen was so decisive when he talked about escorting, and he thought that Menghui had made progress in the repertoire, but he was stunned again when he asked this question.

Ye Chen hadn't even started to prepare.

For a moment, Menghui was not so confident again.

・・・

・・・

"What, you don't even want to do it anymore, Ye Yonglin, you don't know how to lift, I introduced you to such a lucrative job, and you actually picked on me."

In front of a building that had not yet been renovated, a middle-aged man with five big and three thick mouths was smoking a cigarette and glared at Lao Ye and said.

The middle-aged man waved his hand from time to time to fan away the smell of paint wafting over, and it seemed that he couldn't resist the choking paint with a cigarette in his mouth.

Lao Ye straightened his thin waist and handed over the liquidated damages of 20,000 yuan to the middle-aged man.

"Boss Yuan, I also gave this liquidated damages, and last month's salary should also be paid, right?"

When Lao Ye signed the contract, Boss Yuan prepaid half a year's salary to Lao Ye, but from the second half of the year, Boss Yuan began to suppress his salary.

"I kindly gave you a job, you broke the contract first, and you still want last month's salary, I said what do you think in this brain."

"Hurry up, I won't give you last month's salary."

That Boss Yuan looked at Lao Ye arrogantly, and said angrily.

"But, Boss Yuan, although I don't have much culture, I have studied the contract, and the contract for breach of contract says 20,000 yuan in liquidated damages, but I don't write about not paying a month's salary."

Lao Ye looked at Boss Yuan in front of him and argued.

He never wanted to take advantage of others, although he had no money, but he gave the 20,000 yuan liquidated damages very refreshingly.

The kind-hearted old Ye will not think badly of others.

In Lao Ye's opinion, after paying the 20,000 yuan in liquidated damages, Boss Yuan will naturally give himself the month's salary he is pressing, which is a matter of course.

Besides, although this job is harmful to the body, Lao Ye is still a little grateful to Boss Yuan, after all, 9,000 yuan a month is definitely a high salary in Lao Ye's eyes.

Lao Ye, who was pressed on his salary, was not angry yet, but Boss Yuan was impatient:

"I said that you can't leave, do you want me to ask someone to drive you away, don't be ignorant, and terminate the contract, hurry home and drink the northwest wind."

Boss Yuan snorted coldly, and continued:

"I don't think your son and daughter need to go to school, just like you, think with your toes that your son and daughter are stupid like pigs, and they can't compare with my son at all."

"I said Lao Ye, just let them drop out of school, my brother runs a bar, the 'Yuan Dynasty party' not far away, let your son and daughter go to the bar to be a public relations?"

After speaking, this Boss Yuan burst into laughter.

This Boss Yuan is Yuan Changhao's father, Yuan Ren.

One of the two brothers is called Yuan Da and the other is called Yuan Ren, but neither of them is doing Renda's business.

Yuan Ren took out ten of the 20,000 yuan and put them in Lao Ye's hand:

"For the sake of you working with me for a while, this thousand yuan will be my gift to the children, remember to let the two children come to public relations."

Yuan Ren's face leaned towards Lao Ye, and whispered in Lao Ye's ear:

"It's very profitable, you know."

"Smack"

The next moment, Yuan Ren's laughter stopped abruptly and was replaced by a crisp and loud slap.

Yuan Ren covered his hurt face, his mind full of disbelief.

Without defense, or even without warning, Ye Yonglin threw the thousand yuan in his face like a slap.

"Yuan Ren, I put up with you again and again because this job is indeed for my sake."

"Don't think I don't know, it's hard to find someone to do this job, who wants to consume their body."

"What's more, you are still exploiting so much, I earn nine thousand, you have to exploit fifteen thousand."

The angry old Ye didn't give Yuan Ren a chance to speak at all:

"I can't bear what you say about me, after all, I don't care about that, but you can't say a word about my son and daughter."

"I also tell you today, my son is out of breath, do you know what kind of singer Mengqi, my son has written songs for her, and his pen name is Midsummer Chenfeng."

"I don't want this thousand yuan, take it and let your son go for PR."

After speaking, Lao Ye strode towards the street.

The old leaves with the steep change in painting style made Yuan Ren not react for a while, how could Ye Yonglin, who has always been honest, become so backbone.

It's just that this Yuan Ren also realized that this son and daughter are Lao Ye's reverse scales, and no one can touch them.

Although Lao Ye doesn't have much ability, just like a big bird protecting a chick, he has a life, and he can work hard for his son and daughter.

Facing Lao Ye, who was playing with his life, Yuan Ren really didn't dare to provoke.

He bent down to pick up the scattered thousand dollars, snorted coldly, and muttered in a low voice:

"Hmph, I also wrote a song for the big singer Mengqi, who is it, just rely on your Ye Yonglin's son, the bullshit midsummer morning breeze."