The salted fish life of the door-to-door son-in-law

The salted fish life of the door-to-door son-in-law Author: trembling pork belly

I have been reborn many times, and each time I have a different career, there are doctors, teachers, hackers, directors, architects, musicians, martial artists, novelists, cartoonists, etc. Godfather, but I swear it's my first time to be the son-in-law of a door-kick, it's a very challenging profession, so I'm going to become a salted fish, eat and die!

Chapter 1 I want to be a salted fish

Xinxiangshicheng Cafe is located in a remote corner of the university town, which is usually inaccessible, and I don’t know what the boss thinks about opening a cafe in this place.

It has been more than a month since he was reborn into Liu Zhicheng, and now the soul of this young man named Liu Zhicheng is an old monster who has been reborn hundreds of times. Every time he is reborn, his occupation is different, including doctor, teacher, hacker, director, architect, etc. Artist, musician, martial artist, novelist, cartoonist, etc., and even worked as a cheater and godfather.

But this time is different, he actually crossed over to a parallel world. Although this place is also called Earth, it is completely different from the previous reborn Earth. The glorious thing is that after three years of marriage, he is still a virgin.

Every month on NO.30, Liu Zhicheng's wife would come to Xinxiangshicheng Cafe once to see if her nominal husband has changed, and today happens to be July [-]th.

A Porsche Cayenne slowly stopped at the entrance of Xinxiangshicheng Cafe, the window fell, and a beautiful face that was pitiful to others appeared in Liu Zhicheng's eyes.

"What a helpless idiot, it's getting worse and worse!" The owner of the beautiful face just took a look, and then closed the window angrily, because in the past Liu Zhicheng was still managing this shop that was always losing money, But today she saw Liu Zhicheng lying on a boss chair, closing his eyes and resting his mind, and there was a pot of tea beside him!

"Give him the money, let's go!" The goddess is Zhou Xiafei, a first-line singer and actress. Everyone in the industry knows that Zhou Xiafei is married, but no one knows who she is married to.

The assistant took an envelope, went out angrily, came to the cafe and threw it directly at Liu Zhicheng's feet, "It's so muddy that it doesn't even hang on the wall, I don't know how Sister Fei can marry someone like you!" After speaking, he turned and went back angrily.

The previous rebirths were too tiring, so this rebirth, I decided to be a salted fish, drinking tea and basking in the sun every day in this small shop of his. In this way, Liu Zhicheng was satisfied. As for his stunning wife , now it seems that the opinion of oneself is not so big, if you want to please the beauty, you can only let nature take its course.

"Sister Fei, just now the manager called and said that the new Chinese song that was originally prepared for you was rejected!" The assistant said angrily to Zhou Xiafei after answering the phone.

"I expected it a long time ago. I'm already out of date. It's impossible for the company to give me the hottest Chinese style song." Zhou Xiafei was surprisingly calm, looking out the window with her head sideways, but her tone was a little lonely.

At [-]:[-] p.m., in the Xinxiangshicheng Cafe, a young man dressed as a student walked in with a bag of food, "Boss, you are so lazy, I have never seen anyone who is lazier than you, If I hadn't brought you meals every day, you would have starved to death."

The young man was very diligent. After entering the door, he first poured out the cold tea, then picked up the boiled water to make another pot, finally arranged the meals one by one, took out two pairs of chopsticks, and handed Liu Zhicheng a pair.

"Huh, it's unpalatable." Liu Zhicheng took a bite, and curled his lips as usual.

"Brother, don't be too disrespectful, it's good to have a stutter." The young man is a student of a nearby music academy. Liu Zhicheng has heard him sing before. He has a good voice and good skills, but he lacks a good song if he wants to be popular .

"Brother, listen to this song. It just came out today. It's the most popular Chinese style at the moment. It's sung by Empress Cao. As soon as it was released, it directly occupied the top of the music chart!" After finishing speaking, the young man took out his phone and started playing it.

"Well, it's very ordinary." After listening to a song.Liu Zhicheng smacked his lips and made a comment after putting down his chopsticks.

"Tch, what do you know, you are just a salted fish right now, lying in the store all day without turning over." The young man sneered at Liu Zhicheng's evaluation.

In a certain life, Liu Zhicheng was a leading musician, well-known at home and abroad. He could compose and write lyrics at his fingertips, and there were too many Chinese-style songs on the earth.

"I'm in a good mood today. Do you know why I named this store Xinxiangshicheng?" Liu Zhicheng said to the young man after taking a few bites and putting down his chopsticks.

"Simple, you lie here all day as a salted fish, dreaming of making a fortune, and this name is purely for self-comfort!" The young man and Liu Zhicheng are already very familiar, so he doesn't give Liu Zhicheng any face.

"You actually put me so badly. Being a salted fish is my hobby. For the sake of giving me a month's meal, tell me about your dream!" Liu Zhicheng lay on the boss chair and continued to be a salted fish. .

Chapter 2 True Chinese Style Songs

"Okay, what's the use of what I said, I hope to become famous, can you help me do it?" After finishing speaking, the young man packed up his things and was about to leave, but was stopped by Liu Zhicheng.

"I dare to come up with this name, I have the ability, first sign the non-disclosure agreement! You have to read carefully, there are additional clauses in it!" Liu Zhicheng didn't do nothing this month, since he wanted to be a salted fish, Then you must have the capital to be a salted fish, find yourself a group of capable subordinates, and be the boss behind the scenes yourself. This is the solution Liu Zhicheng came up with.

There are more than ten pieces of paper in the confidentiality agreement, and it took the young man half an hour to read it. The content is actually very simple. A place called wishful thinking made them famous in one fell swoop.

And if necessary, you must join Liu Zhicheng's company, the Dahan Group, and you must not declare that you have joined the Dahan Group. These seemingly contradictory terms are nothing to a poor student, so the young man is very unrestrained Signed his name, Guo Wenhao.

"I agree to everything in the non-disclosure agreement." The young man returned the non-disclosure agreement to Liu Zhicheng. He wants to see what Liu Zhicheng can conjure for him today, which will make him famous in one fell swoop.

"Wait." Liu Zhicheng got up, went to the counter to find the pen used for bookkeeping, and then found a piece of paper in the trash can. After ten minutes, he handed a piece of paper folded in half to Guo Wenhao, and told him: "You are a music student, so you should know a lot of people. As long as you can sing it, it will definitely become popular based on your conditions, but you have to leave here to watch."

Guo Wenhao looked at the crumpled paper in his hand, and said to Liu Zhicheng with a mournful face: "Brother, you are too casual, if I declare to the outside world after I become famous, it will be a piece of waste paper randomly found in the trash can. I am popular, and I am a little ashamed."

"Get out! Lock the door for me before you leave, and don't forget to open the door tomorrow!" Liu Zhicheng lay back on the boss chair and continued to be a salted fish.

"I hope this piece of waste paper of yours can be useful." After speaking, Guo Wenhao turned off the lights, locked the door and left. Holding the paper in his hand, he was going to discuss with some members of his own band.

People's curiosity is endless, and soon Guo Wenhao couldn't help but unfold the paper and take a look. He is a music student, and after just one glance, he was shocked by the song "Blue and White Porcelain".

If this song can be successfully released, Guo Wenhao can almost see how bright his future is, and he can't help being excited. He didn't realize that he can run so fast. He is going to record this song overnight and put it on the go online.

Guo Wenhao formed a band, but it will be disbanded soon. The people in the team have discussed it. We will get together with Guo Wenhao today and tell him the news. After all, this band is Guo Wenhao's hard work.

A barbecue stall near the university town, where they met for dinner tonight, one of the reasons is because the barbecue here is cheap.

"Wen Hao, you're here!" The others were already waiting here, and when they saw Guo Wenhao running over in a hurry, they all stood up and said to Guo Wenhao.

"Don't eat, come with me!" Before he could explain, the excitement in Guo Wenhao's heart was beyond words, but no one moved. One of the leaders said to Guo Wenhao: "Wenhao, we won't hide it from you, we are here for dinner tonight For food."

As if a ladle of cold water was poured on his head, Guo Wenhao asked puzzledly, "Why? We are very happy together!"

"Wen Hao, let's be honest, the Natural Liberation Band is willing to spend 10 yuan to dig us in, and has been with you for more than a year. During this period, you know that they didn't earn a dime, and instead posted money, we also have to eat , We don't owe you anything." A young man with a flat head stood up and left directly after speaking.

"Hey, Wen Hao, I'm sorry." Another left.

"Wen Hao, take care!" Another one.

"Let's go!" The last one also left.

"Think clearly, if you leave, never come back!" Guo Wenhao held a glimmer of hope in his heart, and the piece of paper in his hand gave him great confidence.

"Even if you beg me to come back, I won't! Follow you, and sooner or later you will starve to death!" After finishing speaking, several people walked away. Looking at their backs, Guo Wenhao suddenly clenched the paper in his hand, and a feeling rose in his heart. Feeling sad, feeling sad for them.

Chapter 3 Overnight Fame

Without the band, Guo Wenhao calmed down instead. He knew exactly what kind of sensation the piece of paper in his hand would cause in the music scene. He wanted to find a reliable person to work with him. After all, in terms of musical instruments and recording, Guo Wenhao is not good at it.

Soon, Guo Wenhao thought of a person, that depressed senior, the senior is a recording major, and his musical instrument attainment is very high, if he is willing to help, this problem will be solved easily, but the senior has a bad problem, that is, not seeing If you find a good tune or lyrics, he will not help you.

The senior has his own recording studio, where he usually lives and eats. The location of the recording studio is easy to find. No one in the entire conservatory knows about it. A Chinese-style song, but the lyrics and music are not satisfactory to the seniors.

"Stop, stop, the taste is not right. Forcibly combining the lyrics and the song will not work at all. Let me think again, think again!"

"Hey, senior!" Guo Wenhao yelled in a low voice, "Don't disturb me!" The senior suddenly turned around and yelled at Guo Wenhao. Discuss with him.

This waited for five hours, and the senior stopped at twelve o'clock in the evening, "It doesn't work, it still doesn't work, how can I make this word and music sound very comfortable and not awkward!", everyone has already After leaving, the senior was still wandering there.

This time, Guo Wenhao didn't talk to the senior, he just unfolded the piece of paper Liu Zhicheng gave him, and put it in front of the senior. At first, the senior swept it away impatiently, but glanced at it from the corner of his eye.

"Huh?!" With just a glance, the senior memorized the words and music above, hummed to himself, then his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said to Guo Wenhao: "Give it to me! Give me!"

Soon, the senior realized that he was reckless, and apologized embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I get excited easily when I see good things! Can you let me take a look at that song, please!"

"Yes, but you must promise me one condition!" Guo Wenhao hid the paper in his pocket and covered it tightly.

"Say!" The senior seemed impatient.