Reborn in 2009, earn 500 million first

Thinking of this, Wu Feng felt even more lonely. He suddenly thought of a later song "Treat Loneliness as Dinner".

"Brother Jun, turn on the recording on your phone and I'll give you a song," Wu Feng said.

Qi Wenjun, who was driving, heard what Wu Feng said. His body trembled, and then he was ecstatic. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone with one hand, opened the recording and handed it to Wu Feng.

Wu Feng put his cell phone on the back seat, looked at the receding scenery and dim street lights outside the window, brewed his emotions and sang.

“Treating loneliness as dinner is hard to swallow

Treat the night as warmth but find it difficult to fall asleep

I had to say good night to myself

no one around

Want to forget but unwilling

Treat sadness as an illusion and disappear into thin air

Treat feelings as red threads and cut them all off

......"

After Wu Feng finished singing, he still couldn't help himself. Thinking of his daughter in the future, he felt more and more like an abandoned person. If there weren't people in the car, Wu Feng would probably have started sobbing.

When the car arrived at the south gate of the community, Wu Feng opened the door and got out of the car.

Qi Wenjun also got out of the car. He felt Wu Feng's depression and was afraid that something might happen to him.

"I'll take you back," Qi Wenjun said.

"Brother Jun, please go back. I'm fine. Drive slower on the road." Wu Feng waved his hand to Qi Wenjun.

Qi Wenjun looked at Wu Feng's back and turned around into the building before getting in the car. As soon as he got into the car, he immediately picked up the mobile phone in the back seat, saved the recording, and then listened to it. Since the mobile phone was placed in the back seat, it was far away from Wu Feng. Some, he turned to the maximum volume to hear clearly.

After listening to it again, he was also infected by the loneliness in the lyrics. He didn't feel excited or excited, but only envious. If he had his musical talent, how great would it be?

After calming down, he drove back to the school. When he arrived at the school gate, the guard opened the door and let him in. He entered the school, parked the car, took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to the guard, and then got in the car and returned to the dormitory.

Originally, he wanted to gather the band members to come up with this song in the evening, but he couldn't wait. But thinking about it, the band members have been rehearsing hard for this performance recently, so it's better to let them rest and have a good sleep!

Wu Feng packed up his mood and returned home. It was almost twelve o'clock at night. When he arrived at the attic, he didn't see Brother Daming. Wu Feng took a towel and underwear and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

He didn't lie down on the bed in the bedroom, but slept on the floor of the attic. He felt more at ease this way. Maybe he was tired from being busy recently. After a while, Wu Feng fell asleep. He had no dreams all night. When he woke up in the morning, it was already nine o'clock. moment.

Wu Feng took out his cell phone and looked at it. Unexpectedly, there were two missed calls, one from Yao Juan and one from Sister Yuru. He was probably too asleep to hear them.

Wu Feng first called Sister Yuru.

"Hey, sister, what's going on?" Wu Feng asked when the phone was connected.

"Your friends have packed a lot of red envelopes. Your brother-in-law and I discussed it last night and planned for you to return it to them." Sister Yuru said the reason for her call.

"Oh, that's not necessary. They borrowed your wedding venue last night to sing their songs. They should give you the money. It's okay. By the way, they will definitely give it to you when they edit the video taken at your wedding venue. One portion," Wu Feng said.

"Xiao Feng, for your brother-in-law's song, he said he still has more than million after tax. I have discussed it with him and plan to give you million and leave the rest to us. How did you get the copyright transfer? The TV station said No. asked us to sign a copyright transfer contract, but we don’t understand it,” Sister Yuru asked.

"I don't understand either. By the way, I don't want a penny of that money. You keep it. If you want to invest in the future, I will give you some advice. You can just put it in the bank first. I will call Ye later for the copyright transfer." Teacher, he knows it, just listen to him." Wu Feng left professional matters to professionals. To be honest, he didn't know how to transfer copyright.

"Okay then, you have to use money to tell me that your sister and I are now a rich woman! By the way, the wedding program you did yesterday was really great. Several of my little sisters and colleagues said they wanted to do this when they get married. , can you still find someone?" Sister Yuru was very satisfied with last night's wedding, and her friends who attended her wedding also wanted to do the same.

"My friend said she wants to set up a wedding company that performs this kind of show! I will send you her phone number right away, that is Yao Juan. If anyone needs her, just call her," Wu Feng said.

"Okay, then you go ahead and get busy. Sister, I will go to the bank right away to deposit the red envelope I received last night. I'll hang up first." Sister Yuru said and hung up the phone.

Wu Feng found Yao Juan's number again and dialed it. As soon as the call was connected, he was scolded.

"Xiao Fengzi, what song did you sing to Senior Brother Qi last night? You called me at six o'clock this morning to ruin my dream. Do you know that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival and I will go home to celebrate the Reunion Festival. Now we are messing with you. The song I sang last night, I’ll give it a good time in the future." Yao Juan said with a face covering her head.

"Does this song have something to do with you? I don't want you to sing it, right? Why do I feel like I have nothing to do without you?" Wu Feng was also speechless. He sent a nice song to their entertainment company and didn't charge her a penny. manner.

"Hey, that's right. It seems like it's nothing to do with me, okay. I just want to hear what nice song you gave him last night."

"By the way, some of my cousin's friends want to organize a wedding like last night. I got a call. When will you set up a wedding company? The sooner the better," Wu Feng asked.

"I know, I will definitely set up the company as quickly as possible. Juan Mei has prepared the materials today. As soon as the National Day is over, she will register a wedding company," Yao Juan replied.

"Ask Teacher Ye, can you help my cousin with the copyright transfer? I don't understand, and neither does she."

"Okay, I'm going to ask. Teacher Ye is here too. He said that the quality of your song is quite high. I didn't realize it. You are so talented." Yao Juan gave Wu Feng a rare compliment.

"Okay, okay, go and ask quickly," Wu Feng urged.

"Tch, you're so snobbish, Teacher Ye. Wu Feng asked me to ask you how to transfer the copyright of his brother-in-law's song. Can our entertainment company help him with it?" Yao Juan asked Teacher Ye came from Wu Feng's microphone. sound.

"Okay, no problem. You ask him to give me his brother-in-law's mobile phone number, and I will call him directly. I will definitely handle this matter beautifully."

"Our teacher told you to..."

"I know, I heard it, that's it. I'll hang up first." Before Yao Juan could finish her words, she was interrupted by Wu Feng. He also heard clearly what Teacher Ye just said.

This damn Xiaofeng is so realistic. Yao Juan was dissatisfied with Wu Feng's attitude of using people to go forward and not using people to go behind, and stamped her feet angrily.

Wu Feng sent Yao Juan's number to Sister Yuru, and then sent Wang Bo's brother-in-law's number to Teacher Ye. Finally, nothing happened to him.

By the way, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. No wonder Brother Daming and his aunt went back yesterday. It turned out that he had to go back to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival today, but he even forgot about it.