After nearly one million was smashed down, the effect was naturally not bad. The originally slightly shabby yard instantly became taller and taller.
Except for the floor-to-ceiling windows at the entrance to the main house, the decoration in other places adheres to the principle of restoring the old.
After visiting this courtyard house, Lao Huang couldn't help but sigh.
This house is really nice.
It has both a historical atmosphere and a modern aesthetic. It has air conditioning, refrigerators, and bathrooms. He is willing to live in a bungalow like this.
But when he thought of the astonishing price, Lao Huang couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.
He is just a small editor-in-chief, with a monthly salary of six to seven thousand. Even if he works for a hundred years, he cannot afford such a house.
After all, one cannot live without food and drink, and the family has to be fed. After deducting various expenses, he can save at most two thousand yuan a month.
It's nice to have money.
In fact, when looking at the tide of swimming around him, Lao Huang was not unmoved. Among other things, one of his classmates started driving a car after only three years of swimming.
Last year, they changed their house again, to a commercial house of more than 100 square meters.
Full payment!
However, despite his heartbeat, Lao Huang did not take action. He is a person who prefers stability.
Moreover, his career is now on the rise, and his next goal is the position of editor-in-chief. Once he can be promoted to editor-in-chief, he can earn tens of thousands a month, which is not a dream.
If he can be promoted successfully, he is also ready to change his house.
Change to a large house of more than 100 square meters!
As for the courtyard house, he can now see that the courtyard house is not for the working class at all.
After wandering around, Lao Huang walked into the main room.
There are several large floor-to-ceiling windows, so lighting in the house is naturally not a problem. Even if it is cloudy today and the lights are not turned on, the room is still bright.
However, as soon as he stepped into the main hall, Lao Huang's mood was immediately ruined.
I saw his fifteen or sixteen-year-old son sitting on a small stool, concentrating on playing Contra.
This kid was so hardworking that he didn't even notice that Old Huang was approaching.
If you could study with such concentration, Lao Huang would be able to wake up from his dreams with a smile.
"Is it fun?"
Lao Huang leaned forward slightly and asked with a straight face.
"Fun."
Huang Mingyu replied subconsciously, but after he said the words, he suddenly realized a problem. The voice sounded familiar.
Turning around, he immediately saw the fat old face.
"dad!"
The next second, Huang Mingyu jumped up from the chair.
"Play, play, play, just know how to play!"
"School will start in a few days. Have you finished your winter vacation homework?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Mingyu slowly lowered his head. Naturally, he had not finished his winter vacation homework.
There’s only one week left until school starts!
Although Huang Mingyu was afraid of Lao Huang, he couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
"There's no winter vacation homework here, so there's no time to write it."
Seeing his son with his head lowered, Lao Huang sighed.
Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to throwing away.
He is also a teenager, but he only knows how to play every day, and when it comes to studying, he doesn't care at all.
If this continues, I don’t know if I can pass the undergraduate degree.
On the other hand, 'Fu Weijun' is also born in 1975. Not only did he become famous at a young age, but he is also very mature in his conduct and has become the backbone of his family at a young age.
The more Huang thought about it, the angrier he became, and he reached out and patted Huang Mingyu on the head.
"Go help in the kitchen!"
"oh."
Huang Mingyu lowered his head, said oh, then turned around and walked towards the door.
Although the happy game time was interrupted, he was not too depressed. Just before that, he had 'quietly' discussed it with Brother Wei Jun.
In the future, if Brother Weijun has time, he can come and play.
Hum hum, when the time comes, and his parents are not around, won’t he be able to play whatever he wants?
Seeing that his son was about to go out, Lao Huang immediately reminded him.
"clothing!"
"Don't forget to get dressed!"
The floor heating is turned on indoors, and the temperature is at least 20 degrees. Staying in the house feels like spring. Moreover, the floor heating is used in the house, so it is not very dry.
At the door, Huang Mingyu slapped his head when he heard his father's reminder.
Almost forgot!
It's still winter and it's very cold outside.
Immediately, Huang Mingyu hurried to the sofa and put on a thick winter coat.
On the other side, Lao Huang took off his clothes and walked in. Within a few minutes, he started to sweat.
However, not long after he took off his clothes, the hated son ran back to the main room with a slumped face.
"Why are you back again?"
"My mother said I was clumsy and would be a disservice over there."
Huang Mingyu said truthfully: "Also, Brother Weijun and Sister Mo also asked me to come back."
"Come and sit."
Seeing his son's eyes glancing towards the TV from time to time, Lao Huang's face darkened and he patted the sofa cushions beside him.
You bastard, you want to play every day!
"oh."
Seeing his father's dark face, Huang Mingyu didn't act like a monster and walked over honestly.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Huang, who was full of wine and food, led his wife and children out of Xisi Hutong. Although Huang Mingyu was very nostalgic and reluctant to leave.
But his thin arms couldn't twist his thighs. Under Lao Huang's "cruel" suppression, he could only leave the "Happy House" full of resentment.
After clearing the level in one life, he hasn't learned it yet!
At this time, Huang Mingyu, who was thinking in vain, had no idea that Li Jie and Shen Mo were discussing him.
"Mingyu, this kid, grows up so fast."
After finishing the housework, Shen Mo washed some fruits and sat in the living room, watching TV while chatting with Li Jie.
"It's quite fast. In a blink of an eye, we're all grown up."
"Young man?"
Hearing this, Shen Mo turned his head and glanced at his brother.
It's that smell.
Old-fashioned and not cute at all.
Li Jie didn't pay attention to the silent look. He had long been used to it over the years, and then he mentioned another thing.
"Sister, how about letting Lao Huang be your manager?"
There is absolutely nothing to say about Lao Huang's character. Otherwise, Li Jie would not ask him for help and even invite him to his home for dinner.
Although Lao Huang doesn't know much about the record industry and doesn't know much about music, the barriers to entry for agents are not that high.
Like in the beautiful country, many black singers’ managers are relatives and friends.
The same is true for Li Jie and Shen Mo.
The most important thing about an agent is not professionalism, reliability and peace of mind are the first priority.
professional?
Can only be ranked second.
To take a step back, Lao Huang has been in the publishing industry for so many years and has a lot of connections. He can still get along well in the publishing industry.
Audio-visual books are not very divided, so it is more than enough for Lao Huang to be the agent.
"Old Huang?"
Hearing this, the silence was unexpected at first. After thinking for a moment, she nodded slightly.
"If he is willing, it would be a good choice."
