The God of Trade in Two Worlds

One hundred thousand.

Ms. Pei's hands were trembling—since the early morning, the data that had dropped sharply started an undisputed victory. The song "Feng Hua" deviated from its established track like a tiger in sheep's skin.

"...I just feel sorry now, why didn't I listen to it live! It's a pity!" The comment made by a person named [Wencheng Qiugu] is particularly prominent, because at least most of the five or six comments above it They all expressed their resentment towards the noise with bad words.

Next came the trolls who also came to spray, and some people asserted that the comments upstairs were a joke, using bad and vulgar language to swipe the screen, and there were many remarks in the middle of the floor that vindicated the song, and they were all overwhelmed by the crazy water floor——

It was late at night, and the dark night under the curtain always indulged emotions to the point of sensibility and exaggeration.

Until a comment named 【aj2670】appeared: "First of all, I am a music reviewer. I have listened to thousands of songs of different styles before, and most of them are songs with amazing marketing strategies. I have to It is said that the market can promote the creation of some people in some aspects, and let them do their best, regardless of recording, sound quality, timbre... I will never deny commercial songs, and even agree with them to a certain extent, pure recording It is a feast of enjoyment—until today to hear this ancient wind.”

"Perhaps many people will focus on its noisy music atmosphere and poor recording methods and wanton ridicule, but within the scope of my own work, there is no place for external influence, we only need to judge one point: Whether its melody is moving, or the singer's voice is fascinating - it turns out that it has achieved it only on the first time I listened carefully."

"Even if it is put in a commercial song, this "Feng Hua" has become the uncrowned king in my heart, and I really want to call it 'Da Da' affectionately."

[aj2670] can be regarded as a well-known music critic on the cool music website, and his understanding of the song is quite professional. When this comment was sent out, combined with the earnest words of [Wencheng Qiugu], finally someone began to take this song seriously .

——Is it really that good?

——If you listen to it again, will you find something different?

So after half past one in the morning, someone restarted the playback of "Fenghua". After enduring the rather noisy and tangled conversation, the voice of the young Qingyue came out through the cool player.

For a moment, on a sultry night, there seemed to be the sound of lingling rain. The pure ancient style can also feel this way, and the audience is also drunk.

More people clicked, more people played back, the audition volume exceeded the table, and the data in the morning was as above.

"I heard you right, did you say - looking! No! Arriving!" The supervisor on the other end of the phone was almost angry, there was a clatter during the call, and this time the voice changed to a soft voice, "Didn't you find it in the pet store? Ask the shopkeeper! Ask the crowd! There will always be clues, Ms. Pei, you are an excellent editor, I believe you can do it, right?"

"Zhengzhengzhengzhengzheng... Boss!" Pei Yingying gasped. This time it seemed that the high-level management was really alarmed. Even the high-ranking general manager began to offer sincere condolences. "Although there is little hope... I will try my best, no, I will do my best."

"That couldn't be better." The other party's tone slowed down a bit, and he said temptingly, "You won't imagine the company's rewards if you find a salary increase."

"Really..." Pei Yingying pulled out a smile: "Hehe, hehe..."

It's really nice to find unimaginable rewards, counting cramp-handed raises...but what if you can't find them?After thinking about it, Nima felt that Mr. Zheng was too dark, and his words were so dangerous.

The data of the audition volume in the background is still soaring, and "Feng Hua" produced by ultra-low equipment has quietly become popular, just like a continuous drizzle in a spring night. By the time the bard gets up early to find out, it has already spread the whole city.

For the main character in the story, the random humming of the song and how popular it is, none of this... obviously matters.

"Can I put on clothes, so I can't mop the floor." Li Cheng leaned on the pole with his elbows, and couldn't help sighing.

It’s not a problem to always have an exhibitionist around, although the other party is now sitting cross-legged on the bed—under that wide palm, the short-haired meow no longer struggles in vain, but resigns himself to his fate with short legs Squatting back, with both paws upright, stable like a lump.

I always feel like I'm being bullied.

Small poor.

"Huh?" Shen You, who deliberately exposed his upper body and a small boxer under the quilt, looked at him innocently after listening to the whole sentence. This movement almost revealed his point, and the only audience member said that he was blind.

"Don't be cute, you're not Xiaohui." Li Cheng emphasized with a straight face: "I know you don't have any clothes here, try my big size to see if it fits." Shen You frowned, and saw the boy turn around and walk away Oversized tracksuits came out of the closet—it was indeed the largest size in the closet, but it still fit tightly on the man, like an adult who was secretly wearing a child's clothes.

Shen You moved his body, the sportswear almost ripped, he pulled the clothes that looked small on his body, his eyes sparkled slightly: "This dress is as small and cute as you."

Hearing cuteness, I suddenly thought of that phrase - 'pink'.

...I immediately felt very heartbroken.

"Wait, don't run around, I'll go to my brother-in-law to see if there is a suitable plus size." Li Cheng pressed his forehead, put down the mopping tool in his hand, opened a crack in the door, stepped out carefully, and opened the room. The door snapped shut lightly.

The door covered the boy's back, the man withdrew his gaze from burning the other's back, lowered his head and looked at the dark vertical eyes of the short-haired cat under his palm, calmly threw it aside, and pulled his fingers over the history books on the shelf , turned the front page, and fell silent for a moment——

Well.

He knew all these words.

……

It was the brother-in-law's family who knocked on the door, chatting in the living room at the moment.Li Cheng passed the living room quietly, and found the large closet where idle clothes were placed, and the sound of outside conversations floated into her ears from time to time.

"...It's not so easy to open a store, let alone a medicinal material store. Don't be too ambitious, and go down the road is the right way. How can we ordinary people afford those things?" Li Mu said earnestly, "And we don't have any. So much money..."

"Mom, don't worry, the medicinal material store is a joint venture between me and a friend. He pays a lot of money. I'll contact the source of medicine..." Knowing Li Cheng's intentional concealment, Fang Deming didn't tell the truth, but paused when he was lying After a moment, he frowned a little guilty.

Li's mother thought about it for a while: "Don't you need to pay, your friend is generous enough." She thought for a while, but she was not sure: "Can you believe this friend, you are not here to deceive people again, right?"

The conversation fell silent for a moment.

Fang Deming clicked his lips, as if he had inhaled a strong smoke. The acrid taste pierced his chest, and he coughed twice, "No more." He said, "I will not give others a chance to hurt my family. This time, it's enough..."

Li Cheng didn't listen to what he said later, he took out a set of gray underwear, sneaked back to the room, and threw the clothes he was full of on the bed.

The top is a gray Chinese tunic suit, and the bottom body is also matching.

Shen You happily took off his sportswear and changed into new clothes. The ancient style and ancient rhyme transformed into the people of early modern China, and the man had an unruly smile on his clear-cut face.

"Uncle, I'm here, do you miss me..." The unlocked door was pushed open with a bang by a pair of fat little hands. The owner of the hands was only a four or five-year-old loli. The little girl looked at the little uncle's room in shock. The other man in the room struggled twice with his big eyes, and it was difficult to recognize that he had never seen him before. The little girl puffed up her cheeks angrily, and pointed at the familiar Chinese tunic suit on the other man with her chubby fingers. She wrinkled her nose sobbingly: "You, you are not my father!"

His daughter-in-law hasn't caught up yet, so where is the girl, so Shen You nodded calmly: "No."

Li Cheng: "..." It's over now...