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

Yun Fan's eyes were clear and his face was full of love, as if he were looking at his own sister.

"Xiao Qingmei, you are satisfied with this one-cut plum."

Ye Qingmei's soft little hands kept clapping and nodding desperately.

He kept shouting three words: "Very satisfied, very satisfied."

Afterwards, Yun Fan took out a pen and paper to compose lyrics and music. The signature was: Yun Fan presented it to Ye Qingmei.

Ye Qingmei held the small piece of paper in her hand, jumped up and down happily, and returned to her original seat.

People in the audience almost drooled when they looked at the small piece of paper in her hand, and they all lamented her incredible luck.

……

Inside Dingsheng Entertainment Company.

Li Shiyuan and Xu Shengtian are watching Modu TV.

"Lao Xu, this song is what I mentioned to you today, how about it?"

"No wonder your brother feels sorry for it, it's really good!"

"It is really outrageous that such an amazing talent was blocked and targeted by Ji Rulan!"

"Old Xu, be careful what you say!"

"Hmph! Could it be that your Dingsheng Entertainment also has the eyes and ears of her Ji family?"

……

With three works tonight, the profit target has been achieved, and Yun Fan is ready to close the stall and go back.

Seeing Yunfan gradually move the musical instrument bench on the stall to his tricycle.

Knowing that this was his move to close the stall, everyone's faces almost turned the color of pig liver.

Is there such an incompetent stall owner? Closing the stall so early?

Didn't he see that the people in the audience were motionless?

Didn't he see that there was a steady stream of people squeezing in here?

Magic City TV is even more depressed. The ratings of their TV station are still soaring.

If Yun Fan closes the stall at this time, the ratings will probably plummet.

Gu Qingcheng quickly stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Yun, why are you closing the stall so early and going back?"

Impressed by Yun Fan's talent, Gu Qingcheng changed the title of him from you to the honorific title you.

Yun Fan smiled and responded calmly: "I made a hundred yuan tonight and my goal has been achieved, so I closed the stall early and went back.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned by his words.

Gu Qingcheng advised: "You can make more, why not close the stall later."

"Look at the looks in the audience's eyes, they are very reluctant to let you leave now."

Yun Fan explained helplessly: "To me, money is nothing more than external possessions. As long as it is enough for me to survive, that's enough!"

He is in pain!

He also wants to earn more!

It's a pity that the strength does not allow it!

If he dared to make any changes, the mysterious black hand that suppressed him would probably target him like this.

Yunfan suddenly thought of something, so he took the microphone from Gu Qingcheng's hand.

He needs to use this opportunity to express his feelings to the mysterious person who suppressed him.

Yun Fan's head went numb when he thought of the mysterious man's power.

He now has all the talent, but it is just a tree without roots, without any foundation, and he cannot compete with the opponent at all.

Maybe some people would appreciate his talent, but Yun Fan knew very well that no one would sincerely fight against a huge force for him.

"Thank you everyone for your love for my work."

"Thank you all more. Yunfan is very grateful for coming here for me."

After speaking, he bowed to everyone.

"I take this opportunity and the platform of Shanghai TV to announce the following things."

"First, I will never join any entertainment company or enter the entertainment industry. Please ask all entertainment companies not to look for me."

"[-]. The copyright of the works I create will be donated to the Longguo Charitable Foundation free of charge, except for the ones I give to others or organizations."

"Third, as long as the Xijiang Riverside Night Market does not deteriorate, my stall time will be from [-] to [-] every night."

"Of course, I won't come if the weather is bad."

"You know, my little tricycle can't protect me from wind and rain."

"Four. Starting tomorrow night, if after I finish three pieces of work, it's still early for the stall to close, I will tell a story for everyone on the spot."

"The first one is tentatively scheduled to be The Legend of the Condor Heroes. This is a martial arts novel about a great hero who serves the country and the people."

"[-]. I hope you won't disturb me so that I can create in peace and quiet."

"Otherwise, I may not be able to create other works such as The Legend of the Condor Heroes in the future, and I will consider ceasing to create them."

"Finally, I would like to thank you all for your kindness to me tonight."

"I'll perform an episode from The Legend of the Condor Heroes for everyone in advance."

After speaking, Yunfan handed the microphone back to Gu Qingcheng.

Then, he took out a bamboo flute.

"I named the song Iron-Blooded Heart. I hope everyone likes it."

The chivalrous high-pitched flute sounded.

It is like taking people into a dynasty full of chivalry, the old dynasty is lonely and the new dynasty is rising, and all kinds of heroes compete in the world.

Just hearing the sound of Jagged Heart's flute makes people even more fascinated by Legend of the Condor Heroes, and they want to see it right away.

This is another piece of music that has never been heard before.

How much ink does he have in his belly?

After a few minutes.

The song is over.

Amid everyone's reluctance, Yun Fan got on his tricycle and slowly pedaled away from the Xijiang River, leaving a lonely shadow behind for everyone.

On the way back to the rental house, Yunfan said to himself:

"The mysterious boss who suppressed me, aren't you going to ban me?"

"I am now taking the initiative to cooperate with you and cut myself off from the entertainment industry. I am very sincere, right?"

"Don't you want to force me to become a stall owner?"

"I admit it, I'll do whatever you want to be a two-sleeve Qingfeng stall owner."

"Except for the weather, it is estimated to be more than 2000 yuan a month, which is far lower than the average salary in Shanghai."

"I still live in a small tile house worth [-] yuan that is almost leaking."

"Stepping on a nine-handed tricycle and setting up a stall in the night market is already frustrating and hard enough!"

"I hope you, the mysterious boss, will be noble and stop targeting and suppressing me!"

While he was talking to himself, he seemed to feel like someone was eavesdropping on his back.

"Who is it?" He turned around and looked.

Only to find that no one was there, he smiled bitterly.

Not far away, a strange silhouette looked at Yun Fan's retreating back, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

"Little guy, I was so distracted that I, Yue Ruge, was almost noticed by you."

What Yunfan was talking to himself just now was recorded by her unknowingly.

It was only after hearing Yun Fan's self-deprecation that she lost consciousness and almost got discovered.