After returning home, Qin Feng closed the curtains in the bedroom, turned on the lights during the day, and closed the doors and windows tightly to ensure that the neighbors around him would not secretly see what he was doing.

He sat on the edge of the bed, with his back to the window, ready to sort out his current situation.

[Current points remaining: 1200 points.] 】

"Tomorrow is the day of the deduction." Qin Feng looked at the points and countdown on the system panel thoughtfully: "The next system loan repayment is just before the boot ceremony, and there should be time to confirm the relationship with An Ruo." ”

As long as the relationship is confirmed, the monthly "salary" of 1,000 points can just pay back the "monthly payment" of 1,000 points, and then completely cut off contact with those women before, which can be regarded as a prodigal son.

After the boot ceremony comes back, you can enjoy the peaceful love routine with Wang Anruo!

At least for now, judging from his relationship with Wang Anruo, a month is stable.

The day after tomorrow, I will go to the province to participate in the award ceremony of the variety show competition, and I will go to Uncle Wang's house as a guest on the weekend, as long as the aunt is also satisfied, the relationship with Wang Anruo will definitely be clear.

Uncle Wang must be satisfied, after all, if he is not satisfied, he will not introduce his daughter to a blind date, plus Uncle Wang has been pitted very miserably recently.

Auntie's side will try her best to fight for it, as for ......

"As for An Ruo's own words......"

Qin Feng muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth quietly rising, revealing a sweet arc to his heart.

Just the reason for pulling myself to exercise in the morning this morning, no matter how you think about it, you shouldn't refuse.

If you want to refuse, you won't ask yourself to accompany her on the weekend to choose gifts for her parents.

"Let's look at the props again, it seems that I was given a pen to complete the task that day." Qin Feng was in a good mood and remembered the props he got on his birthday.

Ever since he accidentally obtained the pillow that could customize dreams and had synaesthesia, Qin Feng had been very interested in these small props.

The second time-limited mission, thanks to the help of the bronze mirror that can peek into people's hearts, moved from a friend who practiced in the morning to the first date with Wang Anruo.

If these props are used well, they may have a miraculous effect.

As soon as his mind moved, he flipped his palm, and his right hand held a strangely shaped brush.

The brush is very conspicuous, the barrel is very thick and short, and the ratio of wolf hair to the barrel even reaches an exaggerated 1:1, not like it is used for writing, but more like a decoration on the table.

"The prop 'Wenqu Xing's pen', with this pen, you can ask God three times to see what he sees and think about what he thinks."

Looking at the system annotation, Qin Feng's expression was stunned.

Although he couldn't understand the specific meaning for a while, and he didn't think about how to use this pen to maximize the three chances, his intuition told him that this was a great prop!

"It's a pity that there are many times to use it, so I can't just study how to use it."

Qin Feng looked up and down at this strangely shaped brush, the system only gave this prop a purpose, but did not say how to use it.

Do you write down that person's name, or just hold it and think about it?

In view of the fact that "Wenquxing's pen" has a limit on the number of times it can be used, it is not easy to fiddle with it casually, and it will be a big loss if you accidentally use it once.

Qin Feng snapped his fingers, and the brush disappeared out of thin air and was put into the system backpack.

"Let's look into it later, be careful not to waste it."

He stretched, turned on his computer and began to write down the plot of his next book.

"Science fiction is getting harder and harder to write these days." He moved his neck and said to himself: "It's too brain-consuming, I want to write unrealistic things to make people believe it, and the level 10 way of thinking is a bit insufficient!" ”

habitually opened the mailbox and took a look, Huatian Entertainment had already given a reply.

Qin Feng clicked on the email and looked at it, and was stunned on the spot.

"Half a million?" He looked slightly stunned, and after a long time he frowned and puzzled: "Huh? ”

"It took me less than two hours to write a song, can I give 500,000?"

Qin Feng was a little incredible, he never expected Huatian Entertainment to be so wealthy.

"I thought it would be good to give a few thousand dollars, but I used to write songs for those online singers, and they couldn't get thousands of dollars."

As an experiment in trying to make money at the beginning, Qin Feng used it to contact the kind of niche singing with thousands or tens of thousands of fans in many places such as YY and Station B.

At that time, they were not famous, so the prices they gave were not high, and the full-time ones were even more struggling.

A few years ago, it was relatively common to give a few hundred yuan to a lyricist, most singers were hands-on, and occasionally put a little effort into Qin Feng's lyrics and songs for a few thousand, and the singer was quite knowledgeable.

Some of these singers that Qin Feng has contacted later became popular to become virtual anchors, and some are as obscure as Fang Zhongyong.

It's just that no one knows that the neighbor who once wrote words for them and is still mingling with the rivers and lakes like them, is the now famous Qin Wuxiang, otherwise they will all regret their deaths.

The reason why I gave up the vest of the car neighbor was because I couldn't make money writing songs.

"You can earn 500,000 yuan an hour...... Qin Feng scratched his head, not quite understanding what Huatian Entertainment meant.

The world has changed, and now you make money writing songs?

500,000 yuan an hour, which is much faster than making money by writing books, and sometimes I am uninspired and can't write a word for an hour.

After reading the email carefully, Qin Feng suddenly realized.

It turns out that 500,000 yuan not only buys out the copyright of the song, but also has additional conditions, that is, he cannot claim that the song was written by himself on any occasion, and he has to cooperate with Huatian Entertainment to refute the rumors when necessary.

Qin Feng looked at this email and smiled with interest.

originally planned to help Wang Anruo, but he didn't expect to make money and gain fame with this song.

Besides, with Qin Wuxiang's identity, he can't see the value brought by a song.

So he immediately replied to Huatian Entertainment and agreed to the request on the email.

On the other side, the capital, the Aobei villa area.

Director Chen has many properties under his name, has a house in Paris, jokingly calls himself Ba Piao, and has a small courtyard house in the XC district.

But for the most part, he rests on Obei's side.

This villa area, known as Little Vancouver, was built on the central axis, extending north from the Asian Games Village plate, and quickly increased its fame with the popularity of the 08 Olympics, and finally became the villa area that the rich people in the capital yearn for.

When many artists in the film and television industry and famous directors in the Hong Kong circle choose the central villa area on the bank of the Wenyu River, Director Chen took a fancy to the beautiful environment and livable health ...... Especially the hot spring home.

A gray Porsche with a low-key color slowly drove into the Aobei villa area and finally stopped in front of a villa.

The driver hurriedly got out of the car to open the door for the co-driver, and Zhu Cheng, vice president of Huatian Entertainment, got out of the car, nervously tidied up his collar, and looked at the villa in front of him.

The villa looks like the surrounding houses in no different way.

In front of the door are several brightly colored potted plants, surrounded by well-manicured bushes.

If you don't talk about housing prices, it doesn't feel as visual impact as the big estate of Mary Sue and the domineering president on TV, and it's bland.

Of course, the premise is not to talk about housing prices.

Zhu Cheng looked very nervous, this was the first time he had met Director Chen face-to-face, it is said that Director Chen is now on vacation in this villa, and there are still thirty days before the filming of "Spherical Electric Cloud" starts, this is his last leisure time before he is busy.

The driver took out the gift box prepared by Zhu Cheng in advance from the front cover of the car and handed it to him.

"Mr. Zhu."

"Don't park your car here, I'll call you when I'm done." Zhu Cheng took the bag and faced the villa, just glanced at the driver and signaled him not to wait at the door.

The driver nodded, very sensible, knowing that parking the car in front of someone's house and waiting was an eyesore, so he naturally wouldn't want to go in with him.

That is the leader of domestic entertainment and domestic films today, countless kings and queens appeared at the Capital Film Festival, but as long as they take pictures with Director Chen, they can only be on their left and right hands, and the one who stands in the middle C position will always be this extremely smart director.

Porsche drove away slowly, this luxury car that was all proud and watched in Guanhai City, but it looked so dull and even a little timid in the Aobei villa area, as if even the engine deliberately lowered its voice.

Zhu Cheng's face was nervous, a little remorseful, and he forgot to ask the driver if his clothes were wrinkled all the way, so he had to cheer up and ring the doorbell of the villa with his things.