In the past month or so, Xia Zhihe has mentioned to his colleagues more than once to learn more about the artists in Zhongzhou.

As the central region of China, Zhongzhou's economic, political and cultural status is beyond doubt!

It is true that there are many people in Middle-earth who look down on South-continent.

But there will always be those who maintain a neutral opinion.

Chen Ming is such a person!

Even if the song written by Chen Ming in the end did not satisfy his heart, he was willing to make a friend with Chen Ming.

Not to mention, now Chen Ming's song "NUMB" completely ignited his heart.

With this song as the theme song, this year's championship will definitely be much more lively than last year.

Thinking of this, Xia Zhihe couldn't wait to send this new song to the boss's mailbox.

In addition, I also made a special call to the boss and talked about it.

An hour later, Xia Zhihe's mobile phone rang again.

The rest of the people looked at Xia Zhihe curiously, only to see that Xia Zhihe kept nodding yes, his attitude was very humble, and of course, there was a strong sense of joy.

After a while, Xia Zhihe hung up the phone.

"Boss, what does the boss say?"

Everyone looked at Xia Zhihe.

Looking at Xia Zhihe's expression, he knew that this matter should be praised by the boss.

Really!

Xia Zhihe said happily: "The boss said that he would come to Zhongzhou in person to meet the artist, and said that this song is very good, and he has never heard such a touching song." ”

Hearing this, the rest of the people cheered.

If you get this done, then their bonuses will be indispensable.

Xia Zhihe restrained his joy a little, and said angrily: "Now that you know that you are happy?" How did you only know how to throw face at others! ”

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Xia Zhihe just complained, and didn't say anything: "I'm going to sell the song contract immediately, and I'll go to Xingyu Entertainment to sign the contract in person." ”

50 million in five years!

It's really blood-earned!

Xia Zhihe breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, he felt a little pity in his heart, if he could let Sun Qingxuan be the spokesperson and Chen Ming write songs, it would be even more perfect.

Of course, he also knew that this was just a thought, if Sun Qingxuan's worth was added, the five-year signing endorsement fee would be far more than 50 million.

Everyone got busy and began to hurry to prepare the contract.

Xia Zhihe clicked the play button again unhurriedly and began to listen to it for the second time.

That's great! Listen to it again.......

........

Listen one last time!

..........

It's really the last time!!

A day passed.

Xia Zhihe did everything, so he stayed in the hotel room and listened to this song, and when he heard it, he felt as if there was an echo in his head.

At this time, Xia Zhihe closed the laptop with satisfaction.

The other side.

After Chen Ming handed over this song to Xia Zhihe, he didn't care about it anymore.

He has absolute confidence in this song, if Xia Zhihe is not satisfied, then Chen Ming can't do anything.

The next day.

Chen Ming went to the hospital.

Han Bingbing University has already opened, so there are often only two nurses and the old dean in the ward.

When Chen Ming rushed to the hospital, the old dean was looking at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

Storm.

The air is at its freshest at this time.

The nurse specially opened the window to let the old dean breathe fresh air.

"Grandpa."

Chen Ming put a large pile of gifts on the table and spoke softly.

When the nurse saw the gift brought by Chen Ming, she was a little speechless.

In the end, she only said: "The patient needs to recuperate, not for a long time." ”

The old dean looked back at Chen Ming.

I don't know if it's Chen Ming's illusion, the old dean seems to be getting older and older.

Although his face was still ruddy, as if he was not a patient, in terms of demeanor and breath, the old dean was much more depressed than last year.

"Sit, kid."

The old dean patted the side of his bed and motioned for Chen Ming to sit on the bed.

Chen Ming sat down obediently, took the old dean's hand, it was very rough, the purple green tendons were beating slightly, and the veins flowed with a dying twilight.

"You've been busy lately, haven't you?"

The old dean looked at Chen Ming lovingly, and his cloudy eyes were a little clearer at the moment.

Chen Ming scratched his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's not very busy, I will come to see you often in the future." ”

The old dean did not answer, and looked out the window again.

"Spring is almost over, and summer is coming soon."

"yes, time flies!"

Chen Ming sighed.

The days when he used to sing in bars seemed like yesterday.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he has become an A-level artist, and the balance in the card is as much as 10 million, and if he works hard for a while, it is estimated that the deposit can be hundreds of millions.

Chen Ming couldn't have imagined this number before.

Chen Ming followed the old dean's line of sight and looked out the window.

A little bird standing on a green branch chirping, shaking its head made Chen Ming find it very interesting, but after a while, the bird flew away.

The two fell silent.

Chen Ming looked at the old dean curiously, and the old dean's words became less than before.

After thinking about it for a while,

Chen Ming said softly: "In a few months, the orphanage will be renovated, and when the time comes, I will take my grandfather back to have a look." ”

The old dean seemed to be in a daze, and he didn't respond when he heard Chen Ming's words.

After a long time, the old dean spoke: "Xiao Ming." ”

Chen Ming was shocked.

Looking at the old dean again, his eyes were a little more puzzled.

Ever since he became an adult, the old dean had always called him by his full name, and never called him by his nickname again.

"Grandpa, I'm here!"

Chen Ming patted the back of the old dean's hand, and the temperature of the palm reached the old dean's hand.

"Grandpa wants to trouble you with something."

"It's not a problem, grandpa."

"Help those children who don't have ID cards to go to the police station and get a certificate."

When he said this, the old dean no longer looked at the scenery outside the window, but looked at Chen Ming seriously.

Chen Ming was slightly silent.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but this thing is not easy to complete, and the children in the orphanage want to have a legal identity, and there are a lot of things and procedures that need to be assessed.

And

The majority of the offenders in China are children from orphanages.

This makes many people discriminate against children born as orphans!

This kind of discrimination also makes them encounter a lot of difficulties and troubles in society.

Chen Ming thinks that he doesn't have such a big ability to let the children in the orphanage have their own ID cards.

But he will do his best.

Looking at the old dean's cloudy eyes, Chen Ming smiled: "I'll do it!" ”

"I've worked hard for you in this life, kid."

"What I was supposed to do, it's all on you."

The old dean said guiltily.

Chen Ming pursed his lips, he did work hard, but there were many people who worked hard with him, and there were more people who worked hard than him.

The old dean touched Chen Ming's head and sighed.

The next second,

The old dean looked out the window for the third time, and his mouth was inaudible.

"This life is worth it."

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