After returning home, Qin Feng closed the curtains in his bedroom, turned on the lights in broad daylight, and closed the doors and windows tightly to ensure that his neighbors 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 to deduct points." Qin Feng looked at the points and countdown on the system panel thoughtfully: "The next system loan repayment happens to be before the startup ceremony, so I should have time to confirm the relationship with An Ruo."
As long as the relationship is confirmed, the "salary" of 1,000 points per month can just repay the "monthly payment" of 1,000 points, and then the contact with the previous women is completely severed, which can be regarded as a prodigal son who can never change his money.
After the launch ceremony comes back, you can enjoy your peaceful love life with Wang Anruo!
At least for now, judging from my relationship with Wang Anruo, it will be stable within a month.
The day after tomorrow, I will go to the province to attend 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 Auntie is 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 him on a blind date. In addition, Uncle Wang has been cheated quite miserably recently.
Auntie will try her best to fight for it. As for...
"As for An Ruo himself..."
Qin Feng muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a sweet smile.
This was the reason why I was asked to do morning exercise this morning. No matter what I thought, I shouldn't refuse.
Even if she refuses, she won’t ask her to accompany her on weekends to choose gifts for her parents.
"Let's look at the props again. It seems like I was given a pen for completing the task that day." Qin Feng was in a good mood, thinking of the props he got on his birthday.
Qin Feng has been very interested in these props since he accidentally obtained the pillow that can customize dreams and has synaesthesia.
In the second time-limited mission, thanks to the help of the bronze mirror that could see people's hearts, Wang Anruo and Wang Anruo moved from being friends during morning exercises to their first date.
If these props are used well, they may have miraculous effects.
With a thought, he turned his palm and held a strange-shaped writing brush in his right hand.
The brush is very conspicuous, the pen holder is very thick and short, and the ratio of wolf brush to pen holder has even reached an exaggerated 1:1. It does not look like it is used for writing, but more like a decoration on the table.
"The prop 'Wenquxing's pen' can be used to invite the gods three times to see what they see and think what they think."
Looking at the system notes, Qin Feng 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 opportunities, his intuition told him that this was a great prop!
"It's a pity that it has a number of uses, so you can't just study how to use it casually."
Qin Feng looked up and down at this strange-looking brush. The system only gave the purpose of this prop, but did not say how to use it.
Should I write down the person's name, or should I just hold it and think about it in my mind?
Since "Wen Quxing's Pen" has a limit on the number of times it can be used, it's not easy for me to mess around with it. If I accidentally use it once, I'll be in big trouble.
Qin Feng snapped his fingers, and the brush disappeared out of thin air and was put into the system backpack.
"We'll study it later. We have to be careful not to waste it."
He stretched out, turned on his computer and started writing the plot of the next book.
"It's getting harder and harder to write science fiction novels now." He stretched his neck and said to himself: "It takes too much brain power. If you want to write unrealistic things so that people believe them, even a level 10 way of thinking is not enough. ah!"
I habitually opened my mailbox and took a look. Huatian Entertainment had already sent me a reply.
Qin Feng opened the email and was stunned on the spot.
"Five hundred thousand?" He looked slightly stunned, and after a long time he frowned and said, "Huh?"
"It only took me less than two hours to write the song. Can I give you half a million?"
Qin Feng was a little unbelievable. He never expected that Huatian Entertainment was so wealthy.
"I thought it would be good to give me a few thousand yuan. I used to write songs for those online singers, but they couldn't get them even a few thousand yuan."
The Che Lin vest was the first experimental product to try to make money. Qin Feng used it to reach a niche audience with thousands or tens of thousands of fans in many places such as YY and Bilibili.
At that time, they were not well-known, so the prices they offered were not high, and the full-time ones were even more strapped for life.
A few years ago it was more common to give lyricists a few hundred yuan. Most singers did it themselves. Occasionally, Qin Feng gave a few thousand yuan to put some effort into the lyrics and music. The singer was pretty good at what he did.
Some of the singers Qin Feng contacted later became popular and became virtual anchors, while others, like Fang Zhongyong, disappeared from the public.
It's just that no one knows that Che Lin, who once wrote lyrics for them and is still as unknown as them and still living in the world, is the now famous Qin Wuxiang, otherwise all of them will regret it to death.
The reason why I gave up the vest of Che Lin was because I couldn't make money from writing songs.
"You can earn half a million an hour..." Qin Feng scratched his head, not quite understanding what Huatian Entertainment meant.
The world has changed. Can you make money by writing songs now?
Five hundred thousand an hour is much faster than making money by writing a book. Sometimes I have no inspiration and can't code a word even if I sit for an hour.
After reading the email carefully, Qin Feng suddenly realized.
It turns out that in addition to buying out the copyright of the song, the 500,000 yuan also comes with additional conditions, that is, he cannot claim that he wrote the song on any occasion, and he must cooperate with Huatian Entertainment to refute the rumors when necessary.
Qin Feng looked at the email and smiled with interest.
I originally planned to help Wang Anruo, but I didn't expect to make money and fame from this song.
Besides, with Qin Wuxiang's status, he no longer sees the value of a song.
So he immediately responded to the email to Huatian Entertainment and agreed to the request in the email.
On the other side, the capital, Aobei villa area.
Director Chen has many real estate properties under his name. He has a house in Paris and he jokingly calls himself Bapiao. He also owns a large courtyard house in the XC district.
But most of the time he rests here in Aubei.
Known as Little Vancouver, this villa area is built on the central axis and extends northward from the Asian Games Village. It quickly became famous due to the popularity of the 2008 Olympic Games, and eventually became a villa area that the wealthy people in the capital longed for.
While many actors in the film and television industry and famous Hong Kong directors chose the central villa area by the Wenyu River, Director Chen took a fancy to the beautiful environment and livable health care here...especially the hot springs.
A low-key gray Porsche drove slowly into the Aobei villa area and finally stopped in front of a villa.
The driver quickly got out of the car and opened the door for the co-pilot. Zhu Cheng, the vice president of Huatian Entertainment, got out of the car, straightened his collar nervously, and looked at the villa in front of him.
From the outside, the villa looks no different from the surrounding houses.
There were several brightly colored potted plants in front of the door, surrounded by well-trimmed bushes.
If we don’t talk about housing prices, it doesn’t have the same visual impact as Mary Sue or the overbearing president’s manor on TV. 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 currently vacationing in this villa. There are still thirty days left before the filming of "Spherical Cloud" starts. This is a busy time for him. The last leisure time before.
The driver took out the gift box Zhu Cheng had prepared in advance from the hood of the car and handed it to him.
"Mr. Zhu."
"Don't park the car here. I'll call you when I'm done." Zhu Cheng took the bag and faced the villa. He just glanced at the driver and signaled him not to wait at the door.
The driver nodded. He was very sensible. He knew that parking the car in front of someone's house would be an eyesore, so he naturally didn't expect to go in with him.
He is now a leader in domestic entertainment and domestic films. Countless kings and queens have appeared at the Capital Film Festival, but as long as they take photos with Director Chen, they will always be on his left and right hands. Standing in the middle C position will always be this extremely smart person. director.
The Porsche slowly drove away again. This luxury car, which looked so majestic when driven in Guanhai City and attracted everyone's attention, seemed so dim and dull in the Aobei villa area, even a little timid, as if even the engine was deliberately He lowered his voice.
Zhu Cheng looked nervous and a little regretful. He forgot to ask the driver if his clothes had wrinkles during the journey. He had to steel himself, carry his things and ring the doorbell of the villa.
