Guo Kuan, who went out, shook his thick mane, the hurried look on his face was swept away, and a slight smug smile flashed in his eyes, and he hummed softly: "Sample, acting in front of the master, and don't look at who the master usually messes with, if it weren't for the fact that both of you are a little capable, I wouldn't agree with you today." ”

Just thinking about it, a gust of cold wind poured into the back of his neck, Guo Kuan hurriedly shrank his neck, hugged his shoulders and fled in a hurry.

Looking at the contract in front of him, 'steamed bun' Zhao Song was stupid.

These two boys' heads were caught by the door panel, or do they want to trick Lao Tzu into stunning, cut his organs, and sell them? The hairs on Zhao Song's whole body stood up straight to remain vigilant.

"At most, two months, the first album will be released, and after it is released, you will get a million, and then according to the sales, for each one, you will have to share a dollar." Zhang Xiangbei swore solemnly, and the confidence on his face made Zhou Yu, who scolded Fang Xuan, ashamed.

Guo Kuan sat dumbfounded, and it was very appropriate to show the pain and struggle of a principal after being occupied by a dove in a magpie's nest. His eyes flashed with extreme distrust of Zhao Song, extreme disbelief in Zhao Song's future, and strong hope for the failure of the signing.

As the company's deputy, Zhang Xiangbei was well-dressed at the moment, sitting in a precarious position, talking eloquently, looking like he was nine out of ten, and the company's boss who was like a little daughter-in-law was cold.

This kind of partnership made Zhao Song want to laugh, and when he saw that the terms stated that their family's living expenses would be covered by the company, and that it would not damage Party B's physical reputation, Zhao Song was relieved.

The two boys in front of him are obviously not like fledgling hairy boys, looking at the pie, they look like loaches that have been rolled in an oil pot, but so what? In this world, too many rich second generations and Jin Tuhao are idle with a lot of banknotes, as long as they don't hurt their bodies and don't affect Xiaoya, they will play with them. Zhao Song thought so in his heart.

"Can you add an article to the contract?" Zhao Song was still a little uneasy, and asked tentatively.

"Please." Zhang Xiangbei raised his hand generously and asked him to say.

"Can you add one more - I can be a resident singer at the Le Fu Tian Di Bar?" This is not Zhao Song's bottom limit, it is just a means for him to throw out to see the other party's movements.

"It's simply impossible. After we have packaged it, your identity is no longer suitable for a place of this level, and in this environment, there is no benefit to kicking your alcohol addiction, so this is absolutely impossible. Zhang Xiangbei resolutely put his palm down everything and refused, as if he was cutting off all his wishful thinking.

Zhao Song smiled awkwardly, and looked at the eye-catching one million on the contract again, as soon as the record is released, you can get one million, Xiaoya's surgery is hopeful, Xiaoya's future is also hopeful, it can be regarded as worthy of Ah Meng.

Zhao Song swallowed bitterly, nodded with difficulty, and picked up the pen to sign his name.

Zhang Xiangbei is treacherous smile was successful, Guo Kuan was relieved to sigh, Zhao Song saw it in his eyes, and sighed in his heart that these two boys were really acting. However, anyway, if they can't release a whole album within two months, the contract will be voided, so it's better to stay with them for two months.

The signing place is a small tea house opposite the company's location, and after signing the contract, Wen Jie came from the opposite company and took away all the formalities. When leaving the small tea house, Zhao Song stared at the tall and majestic office building in front of him with a very complicated expression, and his expression was a little cold and cold.

After two days, there was no movement, Zhao Song thought that he was really shaken by the two boys, but in the past two days, Wen Jie, the general affairs lady of what diamond records, came to the house twice, accompanied Xiaoya for a long time, and also made an appointment with the hospital for a follow-up visit the day after tomorrow to determine the operation plan and date.

Two days later, the follow-up visit was over, and the director Guo Kuan was looking for was very confident in the operation, as long as the operation was completed within half a year, Xiaoya should be able to return to a normal child's life.

For the first time, Zhao Song regained confidence in life, and secretly made up his mind to drink less alcohol every day, sing hard, and earn that one million no matter what. failed to get justice for Ah Meng, and always had to leave a future for the child.

Zhao Songcai mustered up the courage to live, and the next day he was stuffed into a Volvo SUV by Zhang Xiangbei and Guo Kuan, and rushed all the way into the Purple Silver Mountain outside Dongjiang City.

Lao Ning's home is in the deepest part of the Purple Silver Mountain Valley, surrounded by dense jungle except for a loess road. It is said that there are no wolves here, but there may be wild boars, badgers and other wild animals, and sometimes there is a hunting class in the city.

Lao Ning's house is a small courtyard that is a little old and dilapidated, three red-walled and black-tiled houses are lifeless, the red walls are washed by the rain, and the old brown is flushed, and the black eaves tiles are also jagged and broken, like the rugged teeth of the old man in his twilight years.

Zhao Song was abandoned in such a small courtyard, watching the SUV smoke and fly away.

Lao Ning is in his fifties, born with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a big bald head in the sun, and the brightness is close to a 100-watt bulb. Lao Ning's eyes were long and narrow, his eyes were full of indifference, and several deep centipede-like scars could be faintly seen on his open chest.

What made Zhao Song's heart beat the most was that Lao Ning's left hand broke two fingers, which were broken together, and the left hand, which was missing the ring finger and index finger, was so hideous and cold in Zhao Song's eyes.

Zhao Song was assigned the task of feeding the pigs, it is said that Lao Ning for some decent people in Dongjiang City to supply black pigs, decent people all said that the pork on the market is not at ease to eat, and the taste is inferior, only like Lao Ning such a professional organic pig farmer, whether it is nutrition or taste, is the best choice.

So dozens of pigs in the compound outside Lao Ning's small courtyard were all raised by decent people in the city. Of course, it's not the second wife, it's the second pig.

In the words of Lao Ning, pigs are still raised the same, but the feed is fed less, leftovers are fed more, and swill is fed more. The price of these pigs is more than double that of the market, but the sales are rising.

Lao Ning is very economical, sometimes will drive one or two old sows up the mountain, when the snow covers the mountain, the old sow will take the cubs back to their parents' house, it is said that the meat of this hybrid pig is more delicious, Lao Ning called it a tribute pig, which means that there is a qualification for the emperor to eat.

The price of this kind of pork is ten times that of ordinary pork, and the real rich family can only get dozens of catties a year, which is extremely expensive.

After feeding the pigs for two days, Zhao Song's heart was as hot as fire.

Every day before dawn, I have to get up to boil pig food, and even go to the mountains to hunt pigweed.

Zhao Song is not afraid of being tired, but he is tired and tired for a day, but no one speaks, Lao Ning finishes his work every day, except for smoking a tube of stinky dry tobacco, he just sits at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the cemetery in the deepest part of the mountain in a daze.

Zhao Song also tried to break the silence and establish a normal dialogue mechanism with Lao Ning, but Lao Ning had no interest in chatting with Zhao Song except for issuing work instructions.

In fact, these are nothing, what worries Zhao Song the most is her daughter Xiaoya, I don't know how she has been doing these days, although the kid who looks very cunning and is named Zhang Xiangbei said to let Xiaoya live with Wen Jie these days, but who knows what will happen to Lu Dao?

A few days later, Zhang Xiangbei and they came again. After connecting the mobile phone, Zhao Song and Xiaoya talked once. Zhilu Dao Xiaoya is really taken care of by Wen Jie these days, and she also went to the hospital for a follow-up visit during the period, and the doctor has prescribed some drugs and started adjuvant treatment, and the attending doctor said that in this way, when the operation is performed two months later, the effect will be better.

Xiaoya also told Zhao Song not to worry about her and quit drinking in the mountains.

Hearing Xiaoya's somewhat childish voice, looking at Zhang Xiangbei, who seemed to be smiling and looking at him, Zhao Song's face turned red, it turned out that this kid and his daughter said that they quit drinking in the mountains.

On the other hand, Lao Ning, who was busy tidying up the yard, heard the conversation between Zhao Song and his daughter on the phone, and his eyes unconsciously revealed a trace of tenderness.

Now, Zhao Song was finally relieved. However, the pain that followed also knocked him down at once, and his alcohol addiction was committed.

Originally, Zhao Song thought that he was drinking, and he could stop if he wanted to. But I didn't expect that after a few days of drinking, this alcohol addiction would be so bad, not to mention the pain all over my body, and I was weak, my mouth was bitter, and my eyes were flowery.

Looking at his cowardice, Lao Ning sneered twice, and said that if he really wanted to drink it, he would go to the pigsty and hold two handfuls of pig urine to satisfy his hunger.

Zhao Song's face was red. But cool words are not an antidote, and Zhao Song's alcohol addiction shows no signs of getting better at all.

Lao Ning said that Zhao Song had too little work every day, and he was too relaxed, just thinking about drinking. Therefore, after feeding the pigs, Zhao Song was driven into the mountains, and the task was to collect more firewood and come back to prepare fuel for the winter.

Zhao Song looked at Lao Ning who smeared the brick joints with yellow mud in the small courtyard with resentment, and had no choice but to wave the broken firewood knife with several gaps twice and entered the mountain.

Strange to say, when I entered the mountains, I was surrounded by tall trees, my nose smelled a faint aroma of grass, and I looked at the fresh leaves and green flowers and yellow flowers, and my mind cleared up for two points.

Zhao Song completely devoted his resentment towards Lao Ning to this vigorous and indiscriminate deforestation campaign, and took out the speed and strength of a person who was close to a pervert, and abused a large area of bushes into a bare wasteland.

Sweating, tears dried, and after prostration, Zhao Song suddenly found that in the past two hours, he hadn't even thought about drinking once.

He blinked his eyes, and there was a realization and a touch in his heart.

The sadist who is missing two fingers may really have a dichotomy.

Carrying the firewood as high as a small mountain bag back to the small courtyard, Zhao Song really collapsed. He was greeted by sweet millet porridge and crispy wild vegetable pancakes.

This meal, Zhao Song finished eating with tears, and then like a wounded wolf, he hid in the small bed and licked the wound in his heart.