don't call me singer

Chapter 143 I may have to go back to inherit hundreds of millions of properties

In the east city, in Fu Han's villa and studio, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling again.

"Ooooooooooooooo..."

"Woooooooooooo..."

"Ahhhhhh..."

I don't know, I probably thought it was a tiger in the zoo that escaped.

But in fact, Fuxin collapsed again.

"It's too difficult to sing! It's too difficult to sing! Ahhhhh!"

Sitting next to Feng He, he began to watch Gu Xiaobai's Wandering Notes that was just uploaded on the Internet.

However, he decided not to read the payment letter this time, the child has already hit a bottleneck, why bother to provoke him?
Let him vent himself, he will adjust his mentality.

After all, Fu Han is a professional musician, and becoming a musician, especially a musician who wants to work in the entertainment industry, is actually very stressful.

People who can't relieve stress have already collapsed by themselves.

Fu Han walked out of his small recording studio, sat down on the sofa next to him, picked up the guitar next to him, and played it randomly for a while, still upset.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

"Hello? Dad? What? When did it happen? What did the doctor say?"

"I see, I'll go back!"

Fu Han picked up his backpack, turned around and left.

"What's wrong?" Feng He asked quickly.

"My mother fainted suddenly before and is now in the hospital."

"What's going on? I'll go with you!" Feng He hurriedly said, worried that Fu Han would be too flustered under such circumstances.

The two had been working together for several years, and he knew that Fu Han's mother had been in poor health.

"No, she's already woken up. Lily may come over later, you tell her to pick up Huihui, and then..." Fu wrote something, but he couldn't hear it anymore.

Feng He rushed to the window and saw that Fu Han had driven out of the garage.

Feng He and the sound engineer next to him looked at each other and spread their hands.

It was late at night when Fu Han came back.

Along with him, there was a man who looked a bit like him, and both of them seemed to have had a drink.

"Brother Feng." The man was Fu Han's younger brother, Fu Yu, who was also familiar with Feng He, and shook hands with him.

"How is Auntie?" Feng He didn't dare to call just now.

"My mother is much better, and she has been suffering for many years." Fu Yu said, and then said to Fu Han: "Brother, you also heard what our father told you, stop playing outside, and go back quickly to take over. He also spends a lot of time with our mother..."

"Isn't there you?" Fu Han said helplessly.

"Our father is not worried about entrusting such a large family business to me." Fu Yu rolled his eyes, "I also know that I am not that material, besides, I can only come out to play after you go back... "

Fu Han also wanted to roll his eyes.

"I heard you held a concert again recently?" Fu Yu asked.

"Well, I knew you didn't have time to go, so I didn't leave a ticket for you..."

"How many games have been held across the country? More than 20 games, how about it? Are you making money?"

Fu Han didn't want to talk anymore.

"Okay……"

"No wonder the third uncle said that you are out of business all day long. You have been busy for a year, and I am afraid that you have not earned as much as I do from a random business..." Fu Yu probably came to be a lobbyist today, "Why bother, so hard, You don’t have much future yet, I think every time you go on tour, it’s like peeling off a layer of skin, come back and make money comfortably, isn’t it good?”

Beside, Feng He was a little upset when he heard it.

Damn, you rich people are chatting, can you not accidentally hurt us little shrimps!
Why is there no future in this line of work?
There are so many people who have no future?

Why not eat minced meat!

"Third Uncle also said, you're such a disgraceful brother, you've brought Xiaoyao down! I've been learning from you all day long, playing the piano and singing..."

"Are you sure that's what Uncle San said?" Fu Han squinted at Fu Yu. His father and brother have three brothers. Among them, Uncle San and him have the smallest age gap, and they loved him the most before. In fact, Uncle San also supported him when he made music. , to help him speak well in front of his father, or he would have been arrested long ago.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask third uncle yourself." Fu Yu said, "Third uncle said, you and Xiaoyao are the smartest people in our family, but both of them are not doing their jobs properly. Back then, I thought you would take care of yourself after playing for a few years. I didn't expect you to play for so many years, I knew that I would not support you back then."

"It's not like what the third uncle said..." Fu Han shook his head helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"The third uncle is also old, I think he has gray hair." Fu Yu said, "He also said that you supported you back then because you hoped that you would become famous, but you have been around for so many years, and you have no great prospects. It's our family who wants to ask you to speak for us, because we think you don't have enough cafes and lower the grade of our brand...Pfft..."

Fu Yu burst out laughing as he spoke.

Fu Han sighed and shook his head: "Such a venomous word seems to be said by the third uncle."

"The third uncle also said that I will give you another year. If you are not good enough to endorse our brand, you should obediently go back to take over, or he will personally arrest you." Fu Yu said.

Fu Han was even more dumbfounded. I don't know if it was moved or helpless.

Fu Yu chatted for a while and then left. It is said that there is still entertainment.

Feng He looked at his hurried back from behind, thinking that you have made a lot of money, but why is it so easy?Don't try to trick me, Brother Han, to go back!
Fu Han sent Fu Yu away, lay down on the sofa, and sighed.

"Fenghe, Third Uncle still loves me, he must have said this to Dad, let him give me another year."

Feng He didn't answer the words, he felt that the words must be Fu Han talking to himself, and he didn't need to answer.

"I have to work hard, otherwise I will really be arrested and go back to inherit hundreds of millions of property..." Fu Han said.

Feng He: "..."

If I had a watermelon knife in my hand right now, I'd be up and down!
If I had a fruit fork in my hand right now, I'd pick it up and drop it!
If I... Anyway, I will fight you!

"My dad is indeed old, and I don't have much time left..." Fu Han murmured over there, completely unaware that Fenghe was already looking for a weapon here, whether to smash him to death with a monitor speaker, or Hack him with the ride cymbal?

"One year...one year..." Fu Han sighed, sat up suddenly, and said to Feng He who was looking for a weapon:
"Fenghe, I've decided, I want to take on that variety show! Well, what are you looking for?"

Hearing his words, Feng He was stunned: "Are you going to accept "Battle of the King of Songs"?"

"Well...they said there is a shortage of replacement singers..." Fu Han actually didn't want to take on variety shows, he just likes to concentrate on making music.

But in this environment, if you want to improve your status, what else can you do besides participating in variety shows?
And "Battle of the King of Singers" is currently the most influential singer program.

"One year later, I will go back to endorse our family's products in an upright manner, and I will succeed my father by the way!" Fu Han clenched his fists. At this moment, his tone was firm as if he had been wronged and humiliated and expelled from the sect. Like the protagonist who has been wandering for ten or eight years.

"Exactly." Feng He smiled, "I don't know how to tell you yet, I also accepted a variety show."

"What program?" Fu Han wondered.

"You don't need to guess about Singing in a Mask." Feng He said, "I also want to stand at the front desk and enjoy that radiant feeling!"

"Didn't you disdain standing in front of the stage before?" Fu Han wondered. He wanted Feng He to sing a few songs as a guest singer in several concerts, but Feng He refused.

"That's because I saw you on stage before, it wasn't interesting..." Feng He said, "But seeing Xiaobai..."

Maybe I can become such a dazzling star as Xiaobai!
"You think too much..." Fu Han squinted at him: "I take variety shows, why do you take variety shows? You don't have to go back and inherit billions of dollars, so why worry? You take variety shows, my Who will produce the new album for me?"

"I'll hack you to death, you selfish villain!" Feng He picked up the guitar next to him and rushed up.

　Today is three more, because I saw that the monthly pass is almost 300...

　　Although it is urgent to save the manuscript... But today I finally passed another important plot barrier. This level has been stuck for almost a week.

　　Kaisen, Gagen!

　　The monthly ticket rises so slowly, is it really too Buddhist?Ask for a monthly pass!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)