What celebrity wives hate is my vest and not me

Chapter 67 Wen Quxing's Pen

After returning home, Qin Feng closed the curtains in the bedroom, turned on the lights during the day, and closed the doors and windows tightly to ensure that the neighbors would not secretly see what he was doing.

He sat by the bed with his back to the window, ready to sort out his current situation.

[Current points remaining: 1200 points. 】

"Tomorrow is the day to deduct points." Qin Feng looked at the points and countdown on the system panel thoughtfully: "The next system loan repayment is just before the opening ceremony, so there should be time to confirm the relationship with An Ruo."

As long as the relationship is confirmed, the "salary" of 1000 points per month can just repay the "monthly payment" of 1000 points, and then completely cut off contact with those women before, it can be regarded as the prodigal son returning to the money.

After the opening ceremony comes back, you can enjoy the peaceful love life with Wang Anruo!
At least from the perspective of my current relationship with Wang Anruo, one month is stable.

The day after tomorrow, I will go to the province to participate in the awards ceremony of the variety show competition, and I will visit Uncle Wang's house on the weekend. As long as my aunt is satisfied, the relationship with Wang Anruo will definitely be clear.

Uncle Wang must be satisfied. After all, if he is not satisfied, he will not introduce his daughter to a blind date. In addition, Uncle Wang has been cheated very badly recently.

Auntie will try her best to fight for it. As for...

"As for An Ruo himself..."

Qin Feng talked to himself, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sweet arc.

Just for the reason of pulling myself to do morning exercises this morning, no matter how I think about it, I shouldn't refuse it.

If she refuses, she won't ask her to accompany her to pick out gifts for her parents on weekends.

"Let's look at the props again. It seems that I was given a pen for completing the task that day." Qin Feng was in a good mood and remembered the props he got on his birthday.

Qin Feng has been very interested in these small props since he accidentally obtained the pillow that can customize dreams and has synaesthesia.

The second time-limited task, thanks to the help of the bronze mirror that can peek into people's hearts, Wang Anruo and Wang Anruo went from morning exercise friends to the first date.

If these props are used well, they may have miraculous effects.

With a thought, he flipped his palm and held a strangely shaped brush in his right hand.

The writing brush is very conspicuous, the pen barrel is thick and short, and the ratio of the brush to the pen barrel even reaches an exaggerated 1:1. It is not used for writing, but more like a decoration on the table.

"The prop 'Wenquxing's pen', with this pen, you can invite God three times, see what he sees, and think what he thinks."

Looking at the system notes, Qin Feng was taken aback.

Although he couldn't understand the specific meaning for a while, and didn't figure out how to use this pen to maximize the three chances, but his intuition told him that it was a great prop!

"It's a pity that there are times of use, so we can't casually study how to use it."

Qin Feng looked up and down this strangely shaped brush. The system only gave the purpose of this prop, but did not say how to use it.

Should I write down that person's name, or just hold it and think about it in my heart?

Since "Wenquxing's pen" has a limit on the number of times it can be used, it's not easy to play with it casually, and it will be a big loss if you accidentally use it once.

Qin Feng snapped his fingers, and the brush disappeared out of nowhere and was put into the system backpack.

"Let's study it later, be careful not to waste it."

He stretched himself, turned on the computer and began to write the plot of the next book.

"It's getting harder and harder to write science fiction now." He stretched his neck and said to himself: "It's too brain-intensive, trying to write unrealistic things so that people believe it is true, the way of thinking at level 10 is not enough ah!"

Habitually opened the mailbox and took a look, Huatian Entertainment had already sent a reply.

Qin Feng clicked to open the email and was stunned on the spot.

"50?" His expression was slightly startled, and it took a long time before he frowned in confusion: "Huh?"

"It took me less than two hours to write the song, can you give me 50?"

Qin Feng was a little unbelievable, he never expected Huatian Entertainment to be so rich and powerful.

"I thought it would be good to give a few thousand yuan. I wrote songs for those online singers before, and they couldn't even get a few thousand yuan."

The vest of Che Lin was used as an experimental product in the first attempt to make money. Qin Feng used it to contact the small crowd with thousands or tens of thousands of fans in YY, Station B and many other places.

At that time, they were not well-known, so the prices they offered were not high, and the full-time ones were struggling even more.

A few years ago, it was common to give a few hundred yuan to a lyricist. Most singers did it by themselves. Occasionally, Qin Feng put a little effort into a few thousand lyrics and music, and the singer was quite knowledgeable.

Those who Qin Feng contacted, some of them later became popular as virtual anchors, and some of them disappeared like Fang Zhongyong.

It's just that no one knows that Che Neighbor, who once wrote lyrics for them and is still unknown like them, is now the famous Qin Wuxiang, otherwise everyone will regret it to death.

The reason why Che Lin abandoned the vest at the beginning was because he couldn't make money writing songs.

"One hour can earn 50..." Qin Feng scratched his head, not quite understanding what Huatian Entertainment meant.

The world has changed, and now you can make money writing songs?

50 per hour is much faster than writing a book by yourself. Sometimes I have no inspiration, and I can't type a word after sitting for an hour.

After carefully reading the email, Qin Feng suddenly realized.

It turns out that apart from buying out the copyright of the song for 50 yuan, there is an additional condition, that is, I cannot claim that I wrote the song on any occasion, and I have to cooperate with Huatian Entertainment to refute the rumors when necessary.

Qin Feng looked at the email and smiled with interest.

Originally, he planned to help Wang Anruo, and didn't expect to make money from this song to gain fame.

Besides, with Qin Wuxiang's status, he couldn't see the value of a song anymore.

So he immediately replied the email to Huatian Entertainment and agreed to the request on the email.

On the other side, the capital, Aobei Villa District.

Director Chen owns many real estate properties. He owns a house in Paris, jokingly calls himself Ba Piao, and owns a large courtyard house in the XC district.

But most of the time he will rest on the side of Aobei.

This villa area, known as Little Vancouver, is built on the central axis and extends northward from the Asian Games Village. With the popularity of the 08 Olympic Games, it quickly rose to fame and eventually became the villa area that the wealthy people in the capital yearn for.

When many actors in the film and television industry and famous directors in the Hong Kong circle chose the central villa area by the Wenyu River, Director Chen took a fancy to the beautiful environment and livable health here... especially the hot springs.

A gray Porsche with a low-key color scheme slowly drove into the Aobei villa area, and finally stopped in front of a villa.

The driver hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door for the co-driver. Zhu Cheng, vice president of Huatian Entertainment, got out of the car, straightened his collar nervously, and looked at the villa in front of him.

The villa looks no different from the surrounding houses in appearance.

There are several pots of bright potted plants in front of the door, surrounded by well-trimmed bushes.

If you don't talk about the house price, it doesn't have the visual impact of Mary Sue and the domineering president's manor on TV, which is plain and flat.

Of course, the premise is not to talk about the price.

Zhu Cheng looked very nervous. This was the first time he saw Director Chen face to face. It is said that Director Chen is currently on vacation in this villa. There are still 30 days before the shooting of "Spherical Electric Cloud". This is before he was busy. Last leisure time.

The driver took out the gift box that Zhu Cheng had prepared in advance from the hood of the car and handed it to him.

"President Zhu."

"Don't park the car here, I'll call you when I'm done." Zhu Cheng took the bag, faced the villa, and just glanced at the driver, signaling him not to wait at the door.

The driver nodded. He was very sensible. He knew that parking the car at the door of someone's house would be an eyesore, so he naturally didn't expect to go in with him.

That is the leading figure in domestic entertainment and domestic films nowadays. Countless kings and queens have appeared at the Capital Film Festival, but as long as they take pictures with Director Chen, they will always be at his left and right hands. The one standing in the middle C position will always be this extremely smart man director.

The Porsche drove away slowly again. This luxury car, which was so flamboyant and highly anticipated in Guanhai City, looked so bleak in the Aobei Villa District, even a little timid, as if even the engine was deliberately Lowered his voice.

Zhu Cheng looked nervous, a little regretful, and forgot to ask the driver if his clothes were wrinkled all the way, so he had to pull himself together and rang the doorbell of the villa with his things.

(End of this chapter)