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"Okay, you hid it deep enough, Shengxia Chenfeng, damn, Shengxia Chenfeng is 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, it is the peak of dining at this moment, people are bustling, and no one has noticed this place.

Lowering her voice, Menghui continued:

"Look at me as a hacker. I can't even dig you into Shengxia Chenfeng. What a failure."

"You really wrote my sister's song?"

Meng Qi's surname is Meng, and Meng Hui's surname is also Meng, so usually Meng Hui always shamelessly calls Meng Qi his sister, and even deceives little girls by this trick.

The little girl from another family chased him to get Meng Qi'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 table meal, but he still wondered why Ye Chen became so generous.

But at this moment, shocked by the news, the delicacy 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 afraid of publicizing such a good thing?"

Menghui looked at Ye Chen, who was feasting, full of puzzlement.

"One more thing is worse than one less thing. The more people who know about it, the more troublesome it will be."

Ye Chen spoke very calmly.

Possessing a treasure-like song library in that world, Ye Chen firmly believes that becoming famous is only a matter of time.

In this way, he would like to have more ordinary time to learn about the world.

Menghui was almost choked by Ye Chen's words, and took a few gulps of Tianhai beer to calm down his emotions.

"Isn't taking the road of art just to gain fame? Now that this kind of shit luck is falling on your head, why don't you hurry up and catch it."

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

"Brother Chen, if I, Menghui, could have your talent, I would have advertised it to the whole class, oh no, the whole school, all day long."

"Then are you going to hack the server of Penguin Portal to make a big headline for yourself?"

Ye Chen joked.

"Well, I don't have that skill yet, 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 playful smile:

"Hey, Brother Chen."

"Fuck you, don't be so nasty."

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, tell me that I have no hope for key art schools. At that time, I thought, with you as a buddy, we can be admitted to an ordinary art school and take care of each other."

Ye Chen swallowed the beef, waiting for what Menghui would say.

"But it's different now. Look, you've written such amazing songs. This kind of talent is supposed to go straight to the point."

Menghui laughed again and said:

"Brother Chen, see if you can come up with a melody for me, and let me have a good time when I take the art exam."

After finishing speaking, Menghui looked at Ye Chen expectantly.

In art examinations in this world, in addition to the recommended places, it depends on the works, even if you go to the non-recommended places, you still need to show your works.

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

The recommendation requires two songs above the standard, and the non-recommendation only needs one passable song.

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

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

He was a little flustered in his heart, after all, this was a bit difficult for others.

Being able to create an excellent work does not mean that you can create a second one.

What's more, Ye Chen is still busy with his own lyrics and music, so there is no time to help him.

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

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

"If you want to pass the repertoire of a key university, how about this, let's recommend it together, what do you think?"

Ye Chen's words instantly petrified Menghui in place.

"Guaranteed, I didn't hear you wrong, right? This damn is actually a guaranteed guarantee, or the two of us together."

Menghui couldn't believe his ears, he even thought that he had hallucinations because of his desire.

He just wanted to pass a piece of music, even if it passed the score line at a low altitude.

Unexpectedly, Ye Chen would say walk.

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

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

This is really happiness comes too suddenly.

"Let's walk together", how brave it must be to be able to say this.

It is already very difficult for one person to fight for the recommended quota, but Ye Chen actually offered to help him.

Menghui carefully looked at Ye Chen beside him.

He seemed to feel that he was becoming less and less able to see through his smallness.

"Didn't you agree to be a girl with me for the rest of your life? How can you change your body and become tall, handsome and rich?"

Naturally, Menghui didn't know what Ye Chen was thinking.

After Menghui's idea was put forward, Ye Chen was recalling Menghui.

Through the memories of the previous Ye Chen, he can find that the relationship between the original Ye Chen and Meng Hui is really good.

Menghui is also a righteous person. When Ye Chen was a child, he relied on his mother to live in hardship. Menghui helped Ye Chen a lot at that time.

At this moment, although his feelings for Menghui are not as hot as Ye Chen's before, Ye Chen can still conclude that Menghui's character is worthy of association.

He recalled Menghui's singing skills again.

Menghui's voice was relatively clear and loud.

But the bass part is not stable enough, the treble part cannot be sustained, and there is also a lack of explosive power.

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

"Xiao Hui, your timbre is fairly clear, your midrange is also considered stable, and your voice is recognizable. Let me think about it and compose a suitable song for you."

Ye Chen talked about the advantages of Menghui's voice while recalling the songs in his mind.

"No way, brother Chen, you are not serious, are you really letting me squeeze into the recommended quota?"

Menghui still couldn't believe it, he wanted to make sure if Ye Chen was joking.

"Of course it's serious. One for you, one for me, and one for Fei'er. Isn't that only three? There are four recommended spots, so we only have three, which is definitely enough."

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

Not to mention Menghui, even if the principal heard about it, he would probably criticize Ye Chen for his arrogance.

There are only three, why don't you also take the remaining one?

Is this really a question of whether it is enough or not? It seems that as long as you are willing to recommend it, you can recommend it. Do you want to consider the feelings of other children's shoes?

"Uh, brother Chen, can you tell me what kind of song you want to create?"

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

"What, you have to create four recommended tracks in more than ten days, can you stop being so crazy?"

Before Menghui saw Ye Chen being so decisive when he talked about recommending, he thought Menghui had made some progress in the repertoire, but he was taken aback by this question.

Ye Chen didn't start preparing yet.

In an instant, Menghui was not so confident again.

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"What, you don't even want to do it anymore, Ye Yonglin, you really don't know how to flatter you. I introduced such a lucrative job to you, but you actually gave me the pick."

In front of a building that has not yet been renovated, a middle-aged man who is about five and three thick is smoking a cigarette, staring at Lao Ye and saying.

The middle-aged man waved his hands from time to time, fanning away the smell of paint wafting over. It seemed that even with a cigarette in his mouth, he couldn't resist the smell of paint that choked his nose.

Lao Ye straightened his thin waist, and handed over the 2 yuan liquidated damages to the middle-aged man.

"Boss Yuan, I also paid the liquidated damages. Last month's salary should also be paid, right?"

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

"I gave you a job with good intentions. You broke the contract first, and you still want last month's salary. Let me tell you what you are thinking."

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

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

"However, Boss Yuan, although I don't have much education, I have studied the contract. In the contract, there is a liquidated damages of [-] yuan for breach of contract, but there is no such thing as not paying a month's salary."

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

He never wanted to take advantage of others. Although he had no money, he gave the liquidated damages of 2 yuan very readily.

The kind-hearted Lao Ye will not think of others as bad.

In Lao Ye's view, after paying the liquidated damages of 2 yuan, Boss Yuan will naturally give him the salary of the suppressed month, which is a matter of course.

Besides, although this job is harmful to the body, Lao Ye is still somewhat grateful to Boss Yuan. After all, 9000 yuan per month is definitely a high salary in Lao Ye's eyes.

Lao Ye, whose salary was suppressed, hadn't lost his temper yet, but Boss Yuan seemed impatient:

"I said whether you are going or not, do you want me to ask someone to drive you away? Don't be ignorant of flattery, and even terminate the contract, go home and drink the northwest wind."

Boss Yuan snorted coldly, and continued:

"I think your son and daughter don't need to go to school anymore. Just like you, use your toes to think that your son and daughter are pig-like idiots. They can't compare with my son."

"I said Lao Ye, let them drop out of school, my brother owns a bar, and the 'Yuan Dynasty Party' not far away, let your son and daughter go to the bar as a PR?"

After finishing speaking, Boss Yuan burst out laughing.

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

One of the two brothers was named Yuan Da and the other Yuan Ren, but neither of them was involved in Renda's affairs.

Yuan Ren took ten out of the 2 yuan and put them in Lao Ye's hands:

"Since you have worked with me for a while, this 1000 yuan will be a gift from me to the children. Remember to let the two children come to public relations."

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

"It's very profitable, you know."

"Snapped"

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

Yuan Ren covered his face that was hurt by the beating, his mind was full of disbelief.

Unprepared, or even without warning, Ye Yonglin slapped the 1000 yuan in his face like a slap.

"Yuan Ren, the reason why I fucking endured you is because you really gave me this job."

"Don't think I don't know. It's hard to find someone to do this job. Who wants to consume their own body."

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

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

"I can 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 told you today that my son is promising. Do you know about that singer Meng Qi? My son wrote a song for her. Her pen name is Shengxia Chenfeng."

"I don't want the 1000 yuan. Take it and let your son do public relations."

After finishing speaking, Lao Ye walked towards the street in stride.

The sudden change of Lao Ye's style of painting made Yuan Ren unable to react for a while. How did Ye Yonglin, who has always been honest and dull, become so backbone.

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

Although Lao Ye is not very capable, he is like a big bird protecting its chicks. He has a life, and he will do his best for his son and daughter.

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

He bent down to pick up the scattered 1000 yuan, snorted coldly, and muttered in a low voice:

"Hmph, and write songs for the big singer Meng Qi, who is fooled? It's just your son of Ye Yonglin, the shitty Midsummer Chenfeng."

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