Foodies can't be broken

Xinnan's reply sparked another heated discussion. Many netizens reposted his Zhenxiang remarks, laughing and cooperating.

Chen Xiang saw it, and hurriedly pulled Jiang He, telling him to reply quickly.

Jiang He thought for a while, reposted Xinnan's Weibo, and added, "Thank you Xinnan for your support, I will continue to work hard!"

……

Very official.

Mango without ice: Jiang Jiang is really an emotional reply machine.

Baby Bottle: Hahaha, does his Weibo rely entirely on the company?

A bowl of sake: Xinnan today is also a day with a hot face and a cold ass.

……

Chen Xiang had a headache: "Jiang He, can you reply more enthusiastically? You look like a fake Weibo."

Jiang He blinked twice suspiciously: "Isn't this not enough enthusiasm? Then I will add two more exclamation points?"

"...That's not what it means," Chen Xiang rubbed his forehead, "You need to interact with others more, you know? Just try to reply as interestingly as possible, we need topics!"

Jiang He thought for a while, reposted Xinnan's Weibo, and added a sentence.

"Brother Xinnan is also very cute."

……

Bottle: ? ? ?Sudden retaliation? !

Watermelon: The style of painting was caught off guard, what happened to the attack in a second?

kie: Why is there a hint of basic love? Are these two going to meet each other?

……

Xinnan was also a little caught off guard by Jiang He's reply. He was stunned for a while and didn't know what to reply, so he could only silently like it.

Jiang He paid attention to Xinnan again.

Chen Xiang watched Jiang He and Xin Nan interact in silence, rubbing his temples.

"By the way, you come to Mr. Fu's office tomorrow morning, and Song Feiyue will also come to prepare for your next song."

Jiang He was taken aback: "Is there a new song coming out?"

"Well, Boss Fu asked me to ask you, do you have any originals? If you have any, bring them to Song Feiyue tomorrow."

Jiang He hesitated immediately, he had written some songs before...but those were all songs he wrote in high school, and he felt very childish, let alone for someone like Song Feiyue to read them.

Chen Xiang finished explaining the matter in a hurry, and hurried to other things, he only asked Jiang He to come on time the next day.

……

On the second day, the top floor of Shanhai Xingguang.

Song Feiyue flipped through a few pieces of paper in his hand, and sighed: "I haven't found a few high-quality songs, and the market has to work harder."

It's not that there are high-quality songs, but those well-known lyrics and compositions on the market will be snatched away as soon as they come out.

Shanhai Xingguang has always focused on TV series and movie resources, but music resources are not good, and they cannot compete with those big companies that specialize in the music market.

Fu Shanhai also understood this, and after pondering for a while, said, "I will coordinate this matter again, you don't have to worry."

After finishing speaking, he looked down at the watch on his wrist, frowning slightly.

Jiang He was actually late.

As soon as Fu Shanhai came back yesterday, he heard that Xinnan and Jiang He were interacting on Weibo. He clicked in and took a look, and came out with a dark face.

This was the first time he had seen Jiang He praise others for their cuteness.

The other party was a man whom he had never met before.

...cute ass.

The more Fu Shanhai thought about it, the angrier he became, he slapped the table and got up: "Yu He!"

Yu He hurriedly poked his head in: "What's the matter, boss?"

"Go and call Jiang He," Fu Shanhai said displeasedly, "tell him that he is already 6 minutes late."

Surprised, Yu He hurriedly agreed, and turned to press the elevator at the door.

The elevator came up slowly, and with a "ding", the door opened.

Jiang He's small face was revealed, with a look of eagerness.

Yu He was taken aback: "Are you here?"

Jiang He didn't even bother to speak, and ran inside in a panic.

When he rushed to the door of the office, he stopped, took two deep breaths, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Fu Shanhai sat back in his chair, crossed his arms, and lightly kicked his right foot on the ground, and the chair slid back silently a little.

He kept a cold face and didn't respond.

Jiang He thought that the people inside didn't hear him, so he continued to knock on the door: "Excuse me, can I go in?"

After politely knocking on the door a few times, seeing no response, Jiang He was not in a hurry, and obediently stood at the door, waiting for the people inside to finish their work.

Fu Shanhai stared at Song Feiyue silently.

Song Feiyue asked "Ah?" in confusion, only to see Fu Shanhai pointing out the door with his eyes, then he reacted abruptly and hurriedly replied.

"come in!"

Jiang He carefully pushed open the door of the office and walked in with small steps.

Fu Shanhai's gaze never left Jiang Heyi's body since he came in. Jiang He seemed to have just woken up, his hair was a little messy, and his clothes were dressed in a hurry. The hem of his white shirt was half tucked in his waist, and the back Clothes were piled up outside.

Even the shoes were put on in a hurry, and one foot was still stepping on half of the shoe.

Fu Shanhai's anger subsided slightly, it seemed that Jiang He had slept.

It's not too unruly to come here as soon as you know you wake up.

Seeing Jiang He like this, Song Feiyue couldn't help but say: "Jiang He, it's fine if you're late, why do you still have this image?"

You must know that Mr. Fu has always paid the most attention to the image of his own artists. Jiang He came here like this. If Fu Shanhai gets angry, let alone resources in the follow-up, it is possible to hide directly...

Not wanting the newly discovered cash cow to be broken like this, Song Feiyue took the initiative to blame Jiang He, trying to divert Fu Shanhai's anger.

Who knows that just after he finished speaking, before Jiang He had time to explain, Fu Shanhai had already said in an unhappy tone: "It's none of your business, do what you should do, don't care about what's there or not."

...?

Song Feiyue's kindness was not rewarded, and he looked confused.

In the next second, he saw Mr. Fu, who had been keeping a cold face, beckoning to Jiang He: "Come here."

Jiang He walked up to Fu Shanhai.

"It's too far, come a little further."

Jiang He raised his eyes to look at Fu Shanhai, and then moved a little closer.

Fu Shanhai raised his hand and put it on Jiang He's waist.

! ! !Song Feiyue's eyes widened suddenly, and then he suddenly understood.

Co-author... Boss Fu, this is... Jiang He has taken a fancy to him!

Song Feiyue took another look at Jiang He's cute and innocent face even when he just woke up, and secretly praised Mr. Fu for his taste.

……

Jiang He felt the hand on his waist, his whole body froze, and he stared blankly at Fu Shanhai.

But Fu Shanhai just straightened the hem of his clothes behind him with a dark face, then squatted down, and lifted up Jiang He's half of the shoe that he hadn't put on.

"As an artist, you must always pay attention to your own image. Have I told you this?"

Jiang He nodded hurriedly: "I know, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Fu Shanhai looked at Jiang He, who was obviously much tidier after tidying up, and nodded in satisfaction.

Song Feiyue had just established the idea that "Jiang He will be half a boss's wife in the future", but the next moment he was shattered by President Fu's action of helping Jiang He tidy up his clothes.

... So, does Boss Fu have a crush on Jiang He?

He was still struggling, but Fu Shanhai over there had already started to ask serious questions.

"I called you here today to ask you, do you have any works before? If you want to be a singer, you must have your own original work."

While asking questions, Fu Shanhai also made preparations. After all, in this era, there are not many singers who are truly talented and original.

Jiang He hesitated and said: "I... wrote a little bit before, most of them are fragments, and there is only one complete song, which was written when... I was 16 years old."

Song Feiyue's eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help laughing: "16 years old?"

What kind of songs can you write when you are only in high school?

He smiled and shook his head: "Boss Fu, I think we should let the marketing department..."

Boss Fu raised his hand and interrupted what he said.

"Is there a finished product? Let's hear it."

Jiang He shook his head: "No... But I still remember the tune, if I have a guitar, I can sing it."

Fu Shanhai immediately asked Yu He to find a guitar.

A few minutes later, there were many more instruments in the office.

Yu He was afraid that one guitar would not be enough, so he brought all the instruments that could be carried up.

Jiang He waved his hands hurriedly: "No need, the guitar is enough."

As he spoke, he picked up the guitar, tuned it briefly, cleared his throat, sat on the prepared high stool, and played and sang a song lightly.

……

"Familiar tone, moving eyes"

"Are you testing, miss it?"

"Is it too naive"

"Fate gave me pain and ups and downs, but fortunately there are also"

"The most touching encounter..."

……

From the moment he opened his mouth, his expression became a little sad, and his always gentle voice trembled a little. Every line of the lyrics sang made people really feel sad.

Fu Shanhai listened quietly, his eyes fixed on Jiang He unconsciously, and there was a little distress in his eyes.

What he thought was that Jiang He wrote this song himself.

Those situations in the lyrics... have he really encountered them?

……

"It's just a malice of fate"

"Who is not more cherished than others"

……

"I am sometimes upright and sometimes tortuous"

"Sing out loud in the rain"

"In the corner where the light can't reach"

"I lost my soul"

……

Song Feiyue originally lowered his eyes casually, but after hearing Jiang He's song, he gradually raised his head in shock and stared at him blankly.

The tune and words of this song are not perfect, and Jiang He even gets stuck occasionally.

But what this song presents is shocking enough.

The beginning part is low and sad, just listening to it makes people have the urge to cry.

However, the chorus part turned suddenly, gradually rising from the sad mood, like the accelerating drumbeat, and finally completely abandoned the sadness, which made people excited, and even wanted to yell along.

Such appeal is amazing and requires great talent.

Jiang Hezhen...was born to be a singer.

Song Feiyue's blood was already boiling with excitement, and he wished he could immediately drag Jiang He into the recording studio to record a song, and release the song the next day, telling the world that they still have such a treasure in the mountains and seas.

Fu Shanhai just nodded, and praised Jiang He in a rare way: "Not bad."

Song Feiyue couldn't help but said, "Not only is it good, it's really great! Jiang He, did you really write this when you were 16? It's much better than those well-known musicians!"

Jiang He was a little embarrassed and smiled shyly.

Fu Shanhai gave him a cold look: "Don't praise him all the time, lest he swell, after all, he dares to be late."

The matter of being late was suddenly revealed again, and Jiang He suddenly froze, lowered his head obediently, and said nothing.

He was indeed at fault for this matter. He was hungry before going to bed last night, so he secretly ordered a takeaway, but he couldn't fall asleep after eating, and he couldn't fall asleep until two o'clock.

As a result, the alarm clock rang three times in the morning, but failed to wake him up.

...I really can't order takeaway late at night in the future.

Jiang He had just made up his mind for himself, but Song Feiyue couldn't help but refuted in a low voice for Jiang He:

"Boss Fu, Jiang He is indeed well-known now, and he has a lot more fans."

As he said that, he couldn't help looking at Jiang He proudly: "Really?"

Jiang He blinked twice and nodded quietly.

Fu Shanhai saw it with sharp eyes, and sneered: "I said you are fat, and you are still panting."

Jiang He felt a little wronged: "...I'm not fat, and I really have a lot of fans."

As if he was afraid that Fu Shanhai would not believe it, he emphasized it: "I was on a variety show two days ago, and a fan got me No.1 on the gift list!"

Jiang He made a "1" with his little hand and held it proudly in front of Fu Shanhai.

……

I don't know why, as soon as Jiang He's words came out, Mr. Fu's arrogance was three meters high, and he turned off the flame in an instant. ,