When the host opens the plug-in

Chapter 3 The Drunken Butterfly

"Drunken butterfly?" Ren Ming looked at the five words suspiciously.

This name is not in the same style as the ones that just flashed over, is it?
Also a drunken butterfly.

Is this butterfly a real butterfly?
He tried it out.

I want to find the system to return the goods on the spot.

this song...

It doesn't match the serious image of our news anchor.

No, this song must be rotten in my hands, and it must not be sold.

He has made up his mind, and no one will be able to shake him.

"Hiccup~"

A hiccup, with a smell of instant noodles, came straight to his nose, and he looked down at his clothes again.

Or... Let's find a way to prevent others from knowing that I wrote it.

……

"Daughter, haven't you found a suitable accompaniment yet?"

Yangcheng, a community.

A middle-aged woman in flashy clothes walked into her daughter's room with a plate of watermelons that had been cut and tied with toothpicks.

"No." The petite girl looked away from the computer, took the melon plate, and said casually: "I said, Mom, don't you just do a square dance, so you need to mobilize the crowd? You want me to do it again in Yi Buying songs on the song, custom-made clothes for the sisters in your dance team, and the prize money for the championship, can't compare to these expenses?"

Yiqu.com is the largest music website in Xiaguo.

On Yiqu.com, you can search and listen to songs as a pure listener; you can also trade on it as a buyer and seller of songs.

Yiqu.com has also united with the copyright department, stipulating that the copyright of the song belongs to the creator by default, and the copyright of the song after the transaction is negotiated by the two parties, which avoids many copyright issues.

"What do you know?" The middle-aged woman looked at her daughter like a bumpkin, with a little pride at the same time, "This is a national competition sponsored by the State Sports General Administration. I won the championship, not for you, but for this family to win glory ?"

"I think you are jealous of your mother showing her face in front of the people of the whole country. Nana, if you are envious, you can come too. As the team leader, I will give you a position as the lead dancer. We, mother and daughter, will come out together, and the champion will not be captured yet." ..."

"Don't, don't, you'd better dance by yourself, don't take me with you."

My mother took it very seriously, "That's right, you haven't been trained. If you win, our level will be lowered, and the championship will not be stable."

Nana: (→_→)
"What's your look like?"

"It's nothing, I'm looking for a song." She turned her gaze to the computer again, and suddenly, a familiar name jumped into her eyes.

……

Longtian International Community.

Ren Ming looked at the backstage of the composer on Yiqu.com, blinked, and wiped his eyes again.

"Is this sold?"

This song is only a semi-finished product, and the singing part is done by the system's mechanical male voice.

Although there is a lot of traffic on Yiqu.com, it is already midnight, and the selling speed is too fast.

Is the quality of this song really worth such an instant kill?
Or is there something wrong with my aesthetics?
"Old Jia, you are indeed my lucky star, and I won't call you my son from now on."

He looked at the avatar and name of his best friend on his homepage and sighed.

After entering the relevant personal information in the background, he changed his name and profile picture to Jia Li's, so that no one would know that he wrote the song.

"Cuckoo."

Here comes a text message.

尊敬的客户，您尾号为3727的储蓄账户7月19日23时52分入账27000元，当前余额27000.31元。

The moment he saw the text message, Ren Ming was moved to tears.

After eating instant noodles for half a month, this time I finally have the money to add sausages.

While he was sighing, the phone rang again, and he wiped the corner of his eyes.

Looking at the number of the caller, it was an unfamiliar number from Yangcheng. It's so late, who is it?
"Hello."

"Xibei, don't talk to me in your host voice. What are you pretending to do in front of me, or are you saying that you didn't save my number at all? Also, do you have something to hide from me?"

A familiar female voice rang from the phone, which made Ren Ming's heart tighten.

It's over, this is the phone number of my son's girlfriend, she won't be the one who bought "Drunken Butterfly", right?

This matter must not be exposed!

I have to find a way to round him up.

"It's Nana, I'm Ren Ming, did you make the wrong call?"

"Ah? Brother Ming?" Nana on the phone was a little surprised. "I bought a song on Yiqu.com. Seeing that the profile picture and name are Xibei, I thought it was written by him."

"What song? Why don't I know." Ren Ming's tone was genuine, "Did he leave the contact information as mine?"

"Well, now it seems that it is."

"Old Jia, Nana, I won't tell you now, I have to call him to question him, leave my number, and don't even tell me."

After pressing the phone, Ren Ming found his son in the address book and called him.

……

the next day.

Clear sky.

One day before the interview, Ren Ming went straight to Wanwu Plaza early in the morning.

This is a national chain of shopping malls, where you can find everything you want to eat, drink and have fun.

This time, he still took the bus when traveling, not because of frugality, but because he had formed a habit and couldn't change it for a while.

Last night, he teamed up with his son and finally settled the song matter, but he was also blackmailed for three meals and a chance to help unconditionally.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

He made up his mind in his heart that the next time he saw this guy, he had to re-consolidate their father-son relationship with him.

When the bus arrived at Wanwu Plaza, he went straight to the men's clothing area on the third floor without delay.

Within a few minutes, he came out with three handbags, which contained the spoils of his trip, a dark blue suit, a red tie, an alligator belt, and a pair of decent leather shoes.

He originally wanted to buy all crocodile skins, but he didn't buy them considering that the interview should not be too high-profile.

This trip cost him thousands of dollars.

Now everything is ready, I will wait for the interview tomorrow, and then I will join Nanjiang Satellite TV.

……

Saturday.

sunny...

The weather was clear and bright, with no wind.

It's almost the end of July, and the temperature is high, but the temperature in Weijiang in the morning is still pleasant.

Ren Ming was dressed in a neat navy blue suit, with a big back and a pair of calfskin shoes. Under the influence of habit, he boarded the bus.

When he came up, there were already quite a few people in the car, but there were still scattered empty seats.

Instead of sitting, he stood at the back door of the bus, holding on to the railing, so that his trousers would not be wrinkled.

[It is detected that the host is going for an interview, task: the interview is successful, enter Nanjiang Satellite TV.Task success reward: lucky potion (small).Mission failure penalty: three days of sage time.Whether to accept? 】

The voice of the system suddenly sounded in his mind again, this time it was to issue a mission.

After listening to Ren Ming, he was amused. Isn't this a gift for himself?

Although the punishment for failure is quite harsh, this task is not difficult at all, so I accepted it.

……

There are more and more people in the car, and the space around him is getting smaller and smaller.

Ren Ming took out his phone and checked the time, it was 7:11.

The interview starts at [-] o'clock, and the bus will arrive in less than half an hour, so there is plenty of time.

"Ah~ ah~"

On the seat to his left, a milk baby who can't speak yet stands on his mother's lap with his legs on his mother's shoulder, and greets him with his small hands, with a smile on his fleshy face.

"Hello."

He was healed by this smiling face, and he took the initiative to say hello to the baby.

Seeing Ren Ming waving to him, the milk baby's black eyes were bent into crescent moons, and his short legs squatted and squatted, looking very happy.

The young woman turned her head, looked at Ren Ming, smiled and nodded.

"Ah~pa~"

Milkman reached out to hug him.

"Can I give you a hug?" Ren Ming knew that this request would most likely not be granted, but he still asked, because this child is so cute, he wanted to give him a rua.

The young woman looked at his attire, then at his face, then at the child she reached out to hug, and handed the child to Ren Ming hesitantly, while keeping her eyes on his feet.

A few minutes later, seeing that it was almost here, he was going to return the child.

"Xiaobao, goodbye to uncle." Ren Ming looked into Naiwa's eyes and said with a smile.

"Wow~ah~"

"So nice."

He suddenly felt a warmth in his chest.

　Please recommend tickets, is there any living person in the collection?squeak
　　


(End of this chapter)