Travel through time and become a stall owner! My girlfriend is the boss! lie flat

what's the situation?

Didn't he die young due to overwork due to the cruel exploitation of the evil capitalists?

Suddenly, a stream of memories kept emerging from his mind.

He actually traveled through time! The soul traveled to a small stall owner in Blue Star, and the two soul memories merged together.

The stall owner is Yun Fan, who was originally a third-tier singer, alone and without any background.

A year ago, for unknown reasons, I was banned from all aspects of the entertainment industry.

In the end, he was so depressed that he made a living by setting up a stall and selling his beloved musical instruments.

Over the past year, I have been depressed and frustrated. I have been constantly being made things difficult for me, openly and covertly, and I have been suffering in despair.

Last night, in a rented house, after drinking to drown my sorrows, I passed out drunk.

This new world is highly similar to the earth, and the country he lives in is the Dragon Kingdom.

Since there is a chance to start over in life, how can we live up to such unfavorable good things?

As a lucky member of the time-traveling army, owning a system is almost standard.

Yunfan kept shouting in his head.

"Tongzi, system, brother Tong, master Tong, ancestor Tong, did you hear the call of this host?"

As a result, Yunfan only had his own thoughts in his mind, and no systematic voice appeared.

What the hell!

As a time traveler, there is no omnipotent system to accompany you. What a cheat!

Since there is no system, then just be a porter of the earth’s civilization!

Yun Fan was thinking in his heart, since there was no place for him in the entertainment industry.

Then choose to open up a new world in the Internet literary circle and be a messenger of online novels on the earth.

Just do it, Yunfan immediately turned on the computer.

Choose Longwen.com, a well-known novel website in Longguo, and prepare to register as a writer with your real name.

After a short operation, the computer page displayed something that made Yunfan depressed:

Sorry, due to special reasons, you are currently unable to register as a writer on this website.

"Fuck!"

"What the hell is the special reason? Longwen.com, you are so awesome. If you don't want me to stay here, I will have my own place to stay."

"When I become the supreme god of online writing, I won't regret it after watching you."

Yun Fan sprayed furiously at the computer screen.

But what happened next made him want to die.

Feel sorry! Due to special reasons, you are currently unable to register as a writer on Tianxia.com.

Feel sorry! Due to special reasons, you are currently unable to register as a writer on Mango.com.

Feel sorry! Due to special reasons, you are currently unable to register as a writer on Sihai.com

Yunfan still refused to give up and continued to apply to register almost all novel websites.

As a result, because of this so-called special reason, he was unable to become an online novel writer.

Thinking of his misfortunes over the past year, he began to have speculations in his mind, and gradually felt panic and despair in his heart.

"I rely on!"

"Such a harsh blocking order!"

"Not only the entertainment industry has blocked it, but also the Internet literary circle has not spared it."

"The original owner was offended by that powerful god!"

After calming down for a while, he looked at himself in the mirror.

Young and handsome, almost impeccable except for being a little thinner.

Furthermore, he is a dignified earthly civilized person, full of knowledge.

I decided to register a short video live broadcast account and take the road of Internet celebrity.

After a quick operation, Yun Fan's angry voice almost caused the tile roof of the rental house to be lifted off.

"Damn Dou Le."

"They didn't even register a live broadcast account for me, and even canceled my Doule account."

Yunfan squirted at the phone screen.

Thinking of his failure to register as an online writer just now, he felt very cold in his heart.

I prayed silently in my heart that the same thing as before would never happen again.

As a result, after just one operation, he looked at the screen of his mobile phone and his eyes were straight.

Feel sorry! Due to special reasons, you are currently unable to register a Kuishou account.

Feel sorry! Due to special reasons, you are currently unable to register a Langya account.

Feel sorry! Due to special reasons, you are currently unable to register a Feixia account.

All short video live broadcast software companies rejected his registration application.

In the world of short video live broadcasts, Yun Fan has no place for him at all.

He picked up the mirror on the table, smiled bitterly at the person in the mirror:

"I'm talking about this big brother Yunfan of Blue Star!"

"What kind of big boss are you offending?"

Yun Fan touched his pocket and found that he only had a few dollars.

There was only a few cents left on the bank card.

He had to survive first. It was a rare time to travel back and forth, so he couldn't starve to death and lose his place to the time-traveling army!

Yunfan tried to apply for an online loan, but was blocked by all platforms and could not get a penny.

His eyes fell on the nine-hand tricycle outside the house, and he felt a little melancholy.

Hey!

Let’s continue setting up a stall tonight!

The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow shines on the banks of the Xijiang River.

On the green avenue under the embankment, more and more people come to set up stalls to make a living.

As night gradually falls, the Xijiang River, which is calm during the day, welcomes tourists of all kinds.

Next to the dilapidated pedal tricycle, various musical instruments such as guqin, bamboo flute, flute, and erhu are placed on the table.

A piece of music not from this world slowly sounded under the playing of the young stall owner.

Tourists passing by have no intention of stopping.

But the sudden elegant flute sound suddenly entered their ears.

As a result, they all stayed and looked at the stall owner who was dressed in white and had a green face.

The stall owner's slightly rough fingers are constantly changing on the bamboo flute hole, and the soft music he plays is intoxicating.

After a few minutes.

The song is over.

Yun Fan put down the bamboo flute in his hand, bowed to everyone with a smile on his face.

Everyone was still immersed in the artistic conception of the music and had not yet recovered. The scene was extremely quiet.

Subsequently.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Warm applause broke out instantly.

Everyone was amazed that this song could only be heard several times in the world because it existed in heaven.

The middle-aged man who stood in admiration came to Yun Fanzhu with a look of doubt on his face.

"Little brother, I have never heard the tune you played just now. Could it be that you created it yourself?"

Yun Fan nodded, "This song is called Yi Jian Mei, and it is indeed composed by me."

Of course the song was not composed by him, he was just a porter of the earth's civilization.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was moved and said, "I wonder if you can sell me the copyright of this song."

At this time, Yun Fan was in poverty, with less than ten yuan in his pocket, and he couldn't live happily any longer.

When he meets the person opposite and intends to buy the copyright of a plum-cutting, he will naturally not choose to refuse.

"I wonder what price this gentleman wants to buy the copyright to this song?"

The middle-aged man held out two fingers and said, "20."

"Deal!" Yun Fan agreed happily.

However this time.

A discordant sound suddenly came from not far away.

"You'd better not buy the copyright to his music, otherwise, the price you have to pay will be beyond your imagination."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, feeling extremely unhappy.

He turned around and looked at the person with a cold face.

"Who are you, dare to threaten me!"

The visitor showed a strange smile, walked up to him, whispered a few words in his ear, and then left.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man suppressed his inner shock.

Then he turned to look at Yun Fan, showing a complicated expression of pity and helplessness, and left silently.

Looking at the middle-aged man's leaving figure, Yun Fan's face was full of bitterness.

This kind of being made things difficult for no reason has happened countless times in the past year, and he has long been used to it.