July 1, 2014, Yangcheng.
Lv Maofu leans on the table and picks up the mirror. From the mirror, you can see that his eyes are bloodshot.
Or the familiar taste, or the familiar face.
Lu Mao took out his wallet from his pocket. There were more than ten one yuan coins in it besides one fifty yuan note and three one yuan notes.
"You are so damn poor!"
Lu Mao's attention is not here. He wants to see his ID card.
"Hoo!"
Looking at the words above, Lu Mao laughed.
On the ID card, his head is next to his name. This head looks good.
The facial features are straight, especially the nose is quite straight, a little like Andy Lau?
However, this is just a little more beautiful in the photos. In reality, Lu Mao has many faint acne marks on his face, even on his proudest nose.
"Andy Lau's nose is not like this..."
Lu Mao touched his nose and remembered the king.
Huh?
Ward?
There is no Andy Lau in this world?
When Lv Mao was recalling the deeds of the King of Heaven, many memories suddenly flooded into his mind.
There is no Andy Lau in this world.
He is not Lu Mao of this world.
This is another parallel world.
"Ding ding!"
Lv Mao's mobile phone rings.
"Hello, how are you?"
"Lu Mao, you are such a dog that you have done me a lot of harm. I will be sprayed to death by Luo Ming!"
"Brother Luo Yong, what's the matter?"
"What's the matter? Don't you have a little pressure? According to Luo Ming, your songs are just a pile of shit. Don't come to me next time!"
"Ah?!"
Lu Maonao has emerged the image of Luo Ming, a three-tier singer.
Luo Yong is a professional broker in an entertainment company. He usually earns extra money for others.
With the sound of "tootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootootoo.
The song I wrote?
dog shit?
Grass!
After Lv Mao complained bitterly, the memory came to his mind.
In the world where there are four heavenly kings, his name is Lv Mao. Somehow, he came to the present world, where his name is also Lv Mao, and his appearance is the same.
Lv Mao is the director of an entertainment company, in charge of the company's daily chores. At the same time, he is also a low-key music composer.
Perhaps, when I came to this entertainment company to be the head of internal affairs, I was close to the entertainment industry and expected my gold to shine.
It is a pity that although Lu Mao felt good about himself, he failed to sell a song.
The music writer Lv Mao left ten minutes ago because of overwork.
After Lv Mao took over the body, he naturally inherited his memory.
"I want to sell some songs, and then go back to my hometown to buy a piece of land, build a 6-and-a-half story house, and live a salty fish life!"
Well, good, just like my dream!
Then, I will complete this dream!
Anyway, this world is different from the previous one, and I should be able to write some songs by virtue of my memory.
However, the songs written by Lv Mao before
Well, it's really not good
"Ding ding!"
Lv Mao's mobile phone rings again.
"Hello..."
"Lu Mao! Good news! Your song is finally wanted!"
"Crouching trough! Niubi! Such songs are also wanted!"
"What are you talking about?!"
"I didn't say anything. I'm too excited! Which song? How much money will you give me?"
Lu Mao asked and silently predicted.
Hey hey, no matter which song, since I'm interested in it, why should I be paid 10000 yuan for the buyout fee?!
"Sister Ying said she could give you 500 yuan!"
"What? 500 yuan?! Too low! How many songs will she buy?"
Lv Mao's face turned cold on the spot, but on second thought, it was better for someone to buy than for no one, wasn't it?!
500 yuan a song, 10 songs can earn 5000 yuan!
Lu Mao has 20 pieces in stock!
"She asked for everything. She asked for all the 20 songs you gave her."
"Yes, yes! I sold it. When will I pay?"
"Well, turn around and I will turn to Wixin for you!"
"Good! Thank you, Brother Luo Yong!"
"Don't mention it. I won't charge you any introduction fees since you don't have much money."
After hanging up the phone, Lv Mao excitedly opened the WeChat page and waited for Luo Yong's information.
The WeChat in this world is similar to that in his original world, but the name is a little different.
"The boss of Weixin is not Ma, is he?"
"Ding!"
Lv Mao looked at the head marked "Brother Luo Yong" and opened his mouth excitedly, licking his tongue.
Finally, someone bought my song.
Finally, someone appreciated my talent.
Although, compared with the classic songs of my world, the songs created by Lv Mao are still a little different.
Forget it, now I am Lv Mao of this world, can't say so about myself!
Luo Yongge transfers "500 yuan" to you.
“？？？”
"One song costs 500 yuan, 20 songs, a total of 10000 yuan. Is it necessary to make such trouble?"
"Can't you just transfer 10000 yuan to me?"
"Forget it. Wait a minute. I asked him to do something anyway."
……
10 minutes later.
"Brother Luo Yong, can't it be forgotten?"
"Wait, you are in a hurry. You are asking someone else to do something."
30 minutes later.
"Hello, Brother Luo Yong."
"Anything else? I sold all your songs for you!"
"No, Brother Luo Yong, have you forgotten something?"
"Forgot what? I'm very busy. Let's talk about it!"
"Didn't you say that Sister Ying sold all my songs? Why did she just give me 500 yuan?"
"Grass! How much is not 500 yuan?"
"Didn't you say that one song costs 500 yuan? 20 songs should cost 10000 yuan!"
"Shit! Ha ha ha..."
Lv Mao felt nervous when he heard the whispers on the phone.
"Lv Mao, did I hear you wrong? If only someone wanted your song, but you wanted to sell it for 500 yuan? I tell you, I asked Yingjie to buy it for 25 yuan!"
Hearing this, Lu Mao suddenly felt his eyes warm.
Hehe, 25 yuan for a song
If you ask others, they will
Lv Mao, you are really inferior to the roadside grass!
"Hahaha, it's OK. I'm talking to a stupid guy on the phone! That stupid guy wrote some songs that he didn't know about and wanted to ask exorbitant prices. If I hadn't woken him up, he would still have a dream of 10000 yuan!"
The voice of Luo Yong complaining to others came from the phone.
Is it harsh?
no
Lu Mao took a deep breath and turned on the recording function of his mobile phone.
"Luo Yong, listen, because of my misunderstanding, I will return your 500 yuan, and you will get back my song copyright immediately, I will not sell it!"
"Oh! Are you still angry with me?! Luo Ming is right, your songs are just a pile of shit! Wait, I will get those songs back right away, grass!"
"Good! Don't let me find someone using my songs to create an album. Thank you!"
Before pressing the hang up button, Lv Mao heard the laughter coming from inside again.
"I still regard myself as a master..."
Lv Mao quickly returned 500 yuan to Luo Yong in Wikipedia, and specifically reminded Luo Yong to take back his songs.
Luo Yong answered with only one word and one expression.
"OK, smile."
Lv Mao put down his mobile phone. He knew that Luo Yong would never help himself again.
Forget it. It's better to rot in the heart than to be cheap to the ground.
"Hum! I will not sell my songs for 10000 yuan, let alone 500 yuan!"
"Why am I so talented but so poor?"
"Why is there always only sixty dollars in my wallet? I'm not convinced!"
Lu Mao reddened his eyes and growled.
"Ding!"
"Because of the extreme demands of the host, the system was successfully activated."
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