back to being a teacher

Chapter 112 Cooperation [White P! 】

And just when Chen Jun was about to buy fruit to apologize...

Then I remembered that I didn’t even know which class Master Fang was in.

Only then did Chen Jun regret it. He should have waited until Master Fang finished introducing himself... Alas!

He didn't even think about his attitude at that time...

Forget it, let's make amends when the master comes to the piano room next time!

At that time, the master can use whichever piano he wants to use.

……

After Fang Bai finished teaching Li Shiguang, the phone rang not long after Li Shiguang left.

Fang Bai picked up the phone, saw an unfamiliar number, and hung up.

After hanging up the phone, the other party called a second time not long after.

It doesn't look like a scam call...

Fang Bai remembered the most outrageous phone call he received when he was in college, when the other party said that Fang Bai's son would not be paid for milk powder here...

Fang Bai replied at that time, "Look for his mother!"
After the other party came to his senses, he actually said: "He told me to look for you!"

Fang Bai really laughed, and of course he said, "Kill my son..."

"Which one?"

Fang Bai answered the phone.

"Are you Teacher Fang Baifang?"

"I am, are you?"

"Hello, Teacher Fang, I am the editor of "Late Night Stories" on Radio Shanghai. I would like to..."

"Did you make the wrong number?"

Fang Bai frowned.

"No, no, Teacher Fang, don't hang up the phone. Don't hang up the phone..."

The other party heard Fang Bai's intention and quickly comforted him.

"Teacher Fang, we just want to cooperate with you..."

Hearing this, Fang Bai couldn't help feeling a little bit interested: "How to cooperate?"

The other party quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Teacher Fang, it's like this, because the listening rate of our "Late Night Story" has not been very high, so I want to cooperate with you, and I want to win your "Ghost Blowing Lamp" to be included in our "Late Night Story" Story "Come!"

"Of course, this price will definitely not make you suffer. We will pay you 1 yuan for reprinting an issue of your "Ghost Blowing Lamp". For every time the listening rate increases by one point, we will pay you an additional 1 yuan." Yuan’s reward!”

remuneration? !
Fang Bai was a little moved, and quickly asked: "Then what is the general audience rating of your radio station?"

"Ahem... Our radio station has a listening rate of 14 points at the highest."

"What about you?"

"us……"

The other party was silent for a while: "0.2..."

Not only was the other party silent, Fang Bai was also silent.

What the hell, zero point two...

"Can I share 2000 yuan for this [-]?"

Fang Bai asked after being silent for a while.

The other party fell silent again.

After a long time, he replied with one word: "Yes!"

"Happy cooperation!"

Fang Bai happily said four words.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate. Thank you very much, Teacher Fang. Our radio station will send someone to discuss relevant matters with you immediately!" the other party said happily.

Fang Bai hung up the phone.

In fact, some people came to Fang Bai for cooperation.

But the price offered is still a bit low.

Alas, it's because the price offered by Radio Magic City is too irresistible...

It’s not because someone from our side can’t refuse. You have to believe me. After all, someone from our side is also a people’s teacher. How could he lower his head in front of money?

Mr. Fang just doesn’t want his excellent works to be buried. Mr. Fang has such a noble quality. Gee, Mr. Fang is still too noble!

How could you mortals understand Mr. Fang’s good intentions?

Fang Bai talked for more than a month, and then he came to the end of the first part.

There are a total of twelve parts of "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp", with nearly 200 million words. If divided into installments, it would be equal to thirty issues, and twelve parts would be 360 ​​issues... The introduction is equal to 360 million.

How could someone like Fang be doing it for money!vulgar!

When Fang Bai thought that he would earn so much money, his face smiled like a flower.

……

Fang Bai has no classes in the afternoon.

Mathematics is all in the morning, and the afternoon classes are all minor subjects, such as political history, biogeography and so on.

So as soon as class started in the afternoon, Fang Bai went directly to the piano room.

As the saying goes, you can learn the new by reviewing the past, and you can be a teacher!
After realizing in the morning that he seemed to have some talent for piano practice, Fang Bai couldn't wait to consolidate his foundation.

But after arriving at the piano room, I found that there seemed to be quite a lot of people practicing piano in the afternoon.

Basically, music students only take morning classes, and afternoon classes are optional. Those who are interested can take them, and those who are not interested can not.

The school also turned a blind eye to this aspect, and so did the classroom teachers.

Everyone is well aware of this matter. You understand it and I understand it, and I am okay with you.

Seeing that the place was almost full, Fang Bai had no choice but to do anything.

There are only a few pianos and there are a lot of people queuing up. You can't just run over and say, "Get up, I'm the teacher, let me practice first..."

Forget it, let’s practice after class in the morning!

Fang Bai shook his head and turned around to leave.

"Fang...Master Fang, do you want to use the piano?"

At the moment Fang Bai turned around, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Fang Bai turned his head in surprise, only to see Chen Jun smiling like a chrysanthemum, standing respectfully behind him...

"Well, we don't have the piano anymore. Let the students practice. I'll come back tomorrow morning!"

Fang Bai didn't hear clearly what Chen Jun was calling, so he didn't take it seriously.

"Use me, use me, use me!"

Chen Jun directly took Fang Bai's hand, and then dragged Fang Bai inside.

Fang Bai looked confused. Why had he not seen him all morning? Why did this teacher Chen Jun seem to be a different person?
A ghost?

"Teacher Chen, isn't this good? This piano is your favorite..."

Fang Bai scratched his head in embarrassment.

"What does that matter? The piano is just for people to play!"

Fang Bai was forced by Chen Jun to sit down next to the piano.

Looking at the valuable piano in front of him, Fang Bai would be lying if he said he wasn't moved. The feeling of playing the piano in the morning was still lingering in his mind.

Do you know that feeling?

It's like after using a mouse and keyboard that cost more than 1000 yuan, you then use a mouse and keyboard that cost dozens of yuan... that's the feeling.

"Is it really possible?"

Fang Bai still didn't dare to take action.

"Ok, Ok!"

Chen Jun directly pressed Fang Bai's hands on the keys.

"Om..."

The piano directly produced a mixed sound.

It shocked the other students studying in the piano room.

"Um, isn't that Teacher Fang?"

"Why is Teacher Fang sitting in front of Teacher Chen's piano?"

"Teacher Chen's piano is never allowed to be touched!"

"Shh, Teacher Chen is right next to you, what are you talking about!"

The students were talking.

Chen Jun frowned: "You go to other piano rooms to study first, the teacher here has something to do!"

Chen Jun's face when facing the students was very cold, not like that when facing Fang Bai, like a chrysanthemum...

These students picked up their books one after another, not daring to disobey Chen Jun.

In Xigao Music, Chen Jun is like a ceiling.

As a graduate student of Yangyin, Chen Jun’s status is not low.

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