The seller of the heavens

"This is a classic song, which can be regarded as the masterpiece of many professional singers. It must not be cheap."

Jiang Chen didn't directly say the price, but first praised the song, and then asked:

"How much money can you give?"

"I can only take out three thousand yuan at most."

Yuan Hua answered honestly, the three thousand was the lucky money and pocket money he had accumulated over the years, and this time he took it all out for love and to defeat Charlotte.

After speaking, Yuan Hua took out the prepared money from his pocket, put it on the table, and added:

"This is already all my belongings."

Jiang Chen looked at Yuan Hua in surprise when he heard the words, he didn't expect this kid to be so rich.

Now it's 1997, and three thousand yuan is not a small sum.

Then he remembered that Yuan Hua still had a computer at home, and he felt a little relieved. Computers are very expensive these days, and Yuan Hua's family should not be short of money.

Jiang Chen nodded, put on a helpless expression, and said:

"Although your money is a little less, but if you really want it, I will suffer a little bit. Three thousand is three thousand."

As he spoke, he picked up the money and counted it.

Yuan Hua looked at Jiang Chen counting the money, and felt his heart was bleeding, but for love, he was going all out today.

After thinking about it, he still has to sing at school tomorrow. He must learn this song tonight, so he said:

"Thank you, by the way, can you come to my house. I'm going to record this song on a tape recorder so I can learn it."

Jiang Chen took the money and was in a good mood, so of course he has no objection to it:

"Okay, let's go now."

The two left the hotel and went to Yuan Hua's house.

On the way, Jiang Chen casually asked:

"I see you were hesitant yesterday, why did you change your mind and buy songs today?"

Yuan Hua didn't hide anything, and directly explained the reason, introducing the entanglement between himself, Qiu Ya and Xia Luo.

After Jiang Chen listened, he pondered and said:

"Listen to you, this person named Charlotte is quite talented, he has written several songs in such a short period of time, and he is still so young, he will definitely become more and more powerful in the future.

You only have this song and ten love poems, which will be used up sooner or later. What will you compare with him in the future? "

After Yuan Hua got the song "Fairy Tale", he felt that he had won for sure, but now that Jiang Chen said it, his heart began to waver again, and he felt a strong sense of crisis.

Seeing that his expression was flustered, Jiang Chen continued to fool around and said,

"It's not difficult to become famous with Charlotte's strength. If he becomes a star on TV, the gap between you and him will become wider and wider. Have you ever thought about what you can do to compete with him for Qiu Ya?"

The more Yuan Hua listened, the heavier his heart became: Yes, his songs and love poems are all bought, and his talent is also fake, but Xia Luo keeps creating good songs. Can he really win Qiu Ya's heart? ?

Yuan Hua's face gradually turned pale as he thought about it, as long as he thought of Qiu Ya's embrace in Xia Luo's arms in the future, his heart would be pierced with pain.

He looked at Jiang Chen and asked:

"Then, what do you think I should do?"

With a gentle smile on Jiang Chen's face, he comforted:

"Don't worry, you can continue to buy from me, whether it's songs or prose novels. As long as you can afford the money, I can produce works that satisfy you."

Yuan Hua still had confidence in the quality of Jiang Chen's work, but he had already spent all his money on "Fairy Tale".

He said distressedly:

"But I have no money with me."

Jiang Chen smiled like a seductive and corrupt devil:

"You have no money, but your family has money. I am not picky, whether it is cash or other valuable things, such as gold jewelry, famous wine, jewelry, you can exchange them.

You can also discuss it with your parents and ask them for money. "

Seeing Yuan Hua's hesitant expression, Jiang Chen decided to add another fire, and said:

"Don't think it's a waste of money to buy these things. After you buy novels and love poems, you can not only use them to please Qiuya, but also publish them in newspapers and magazines. Let your dad help you contact a publishing house to publish the book.

At that time, you only need to spend some money to hype it up, get a name like a young genius, and you will be famous all over the country immediately, so that the publishing fee will be soft.

The money you spend can be earned back ten times and a hundred times. "

Jiang Chen didn't feel that he was defrauding Yuan Hua of his money.

Although what he said had elements of fooling Yuan Hua, in Jiang Chen's view, Yuan Hua was the one who took advantage of this transaction.

Just the song "Fairy Tale", if it works well, it will be enough for Yuan Hua to eat for a lifetime.

Listening to Jiang Chen's description of the bright future, Yuan Hua imagined his happy life after becoming a well-known young writer, and his mind was stirred and fascinated.

Jiang Chen patted Yuan Hua's shoulder, and continued:

"Think about it carefully. Whether you can become famous or not depends on your own choice. I'm leaving in two days. You may have this chance to change your life once in your life, but you have to seize it."

Hearing this, Yuan Hua felt a sense of urgency in his heart. He felt that if he missed this village, there would be no store. If he didn't buy works from Jiang Chen, he might regret it for the rest of his life.

He was thinking about what he could exchange for the work in Jiang Chen's hand, and suddenly remembered the few bottles of good wine his father treasured. It shouldn't be a big problem to steal a bottle by himself, so he asked:

"My dad has a treasured Moutai, can I exchange it for a novel?"

The songs and novels that Jiang Chen sells are all downloaded from the Internet, which belong to zero cost, and his time in this world is extremely limited, he just wants to sell things as soon as possible, even if it is a big sale with tears, so he smiled, Said very generously:

"We are so familiar, I will suffer a bit, and change."

Yuan Hua was overjoyed when he heard the words:

"Thanks."

While talking, the two arrived at Yuan Hua's home.

Yuan Hua first took out a tape recorder, recorded "Fairy Tale" and wrote down the lyrics.

Then, Jiang Chen and Yuan Hua went to a nearby printing shop and printed "Triple Door" as a deal.

After completing the transaction, Jiang Chen returned to the hotel with a bottle of Moutai.

Yuan Hua listened to the recording at home and began to concentrate on singing.

After all, I have to perform in the class tomorrow to combat Charlotte's arrogance, so I can't slack off.

It was after nine o'clock in the evening that Yuan Hua's district chief's father came home.

After Yuan Hua heard the movement in the living room, he stopped practicing songs, and immediately took the printed manuscript to find his father and asked:

"Dad, this is a novel I wrote. I think it's pretty good. Can you help me find a publishing house and ask if it can be published?"

"Sure, son, I've started writing novels."

District Chief Yuan took over the thick manuscript paper, and seemed a little surprised. He praised it first, and then urged:

"But you still have to focus on learning now, and you can't waste too much time on this, remember."

Yuan Hua nodded:

"Don't worry, my grades will not drop."

District Chief Yuan nodded in relief. Although he didn't feel that the novel written by his son was of a high level, in order to take care of his son's face, he picked up the manuscript and read it seriously.

After reading it, I felt a little surprised that the novel was unexpectedly good.

For a boy of seventeen or eighteen, being able to write such a novel is enough to be proud of.

District Chief Yuan praised:

"Excellent, son, it seems that your writing level has improved during this period of time."

Yuan Hua smiled embarrassedly. Although the novel was not written by himself, his father's praise still greatly satisfied his vanity, and then reminded:

"Well, you need some snacks, please help me as soon as possible and ask if it can be published."

"Don't worry, I'll ask my friends at the publishing house tomorrow."

It was understandable for Yuan's father to look at him anxiously, after all, he was young at heart.