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Chapter 224 Jia Dongxu also wants to write songs

When Han Weimin heard this, he smiled and said: "Okay, if this song can be sung, I will also be happy to hear it."

"Since Secretary Zhang has said so, then I'd rather be respectful than obey."

When Zhang Tianyuan heard this, a smile appeared on his face.

He took out a stack of papers from the briefcase under his arm.

"Doctor Han, this is the contract for the transfer of song copyright."

"You sign this place, and I will pay you the copyright fees for your songs right away."

Han Weimin took the document and took a look at it. He could see all the contents in the document without missing anything.

The content of this document is very formal and there is nothing to trick him.

Han Weimin took out a pen from his coat pocket and started writing quickly.

This writing immediately made the other handwriting look ugly, like the handwriting of a primary school student.

In fact, the handwriting used to copy this document is not bad.

Mainly because the word Han Weimin is so good.

Comparable to ancient calligraphers.

This suddenly surprised Zhang Tianyuan.

"The word "his" is so beautiful."

Zhang Tianyuan couldn't help but praise him.

When the people around him heard this, they all looked intently at Han Weimin's handwriting. As expected, it was like dragons and phoenixes dancing, and they were extremely handsome.

Xu Damao was still possessed by lemon essence.

"What's so great about it? Just show off your bad virtues."

He muttered under his breath.

But his sister Xu Yanling's eyes suddenly lit up and she looked at Han Weimin with admiration.

For students, people who write well are very attractive to them.

Seeing his sister's eyes full of spring, Xu Damao suddenly became furious.

"Yan Ling, go back to the house and sweep the floor."

"I don't know how to do housework after school."

"I just know how to join in the fun here."

Xu Yanling was suddenly startled, and she looked at her brother angrily.

"Aren't you here too?"

"Still talking about me."

Xu Damao glared immediately.

"Hey, you still dare to talk back?"

"It's the other way around."

Xu Damao came up and wanted to tear off Xu Yanling's ears.

Xu Yanling was so frightened that she ran home quickly.

"Dad, Xu Damao is crazy. He's beating me."

Lao Xu's voice came from the room.

"He dares."

"Don't join in the fun there."

"What's so good about that damn boy Han Weimin?"

Silly Zhu happily watched Xu Damao teach his little sister. When he turned around, he found that his sister was also close to Han Weimin, staring at Han Weimin with a pair of watery eyes.

There was almost tears coming out of the corners of the mouth.

Silly Zhu suddenly became furious.

He grabbed He Yuyu's ears.

"Go home quickly and do your homework."

"What are the kids doing here to join in the fun?"

He Yuyu's ears hurt from being pulled.

He pouted and went home with an aggrieved look on his face.

The entrance to the middle courtyard.

Jia Dongxu leaned against the doorway and looked at Han Weimin with disdain.

In my heart, I overturned my old jealousy.

"Can this bad song be worth 150?"

Jia Zhang squinted her triangular eyes and said to Jia Dongxu while pulling on the soles of her shoes: "Dongxu, haven't you ever played the flute?"

"Why don't you write some songs."

"A song is like a bicycle."

Jia Dongxu was suddenly shocked when he heard this.

He frowned and thought about it.

Soon, he felt as if he had been enlightened.

"Yes, is Han Weimin the only one capable of this?"

"Can't I, Jia Dongxu, write songs?"

When he thought that a song cost 150 yuan, it was extremely easy to make money, and Jia Dongxu became extremely enthusiastic.

"Mom, don't say it yet." "Your idea is exactly what I want."

Jia Dongxu was in an extremely good mood for a moment.

I feel like I am about to make a fortune through songwriting and reach the pinnacle of my life.

Isn't it possible to write songs if you have the skills?

Jia Zhang also had a sweet dream.

"Dongxu, you are worse than Han Weimin."

"Mom likes you."

"You were so good at playing the flute back then."

"The song I wrote is guaranteed to be more valuable than Han Weimin's song."

Jia Dongxu's heart was burned by Jia Zhang's words, and he walked towards his supplies with a smile.

"Just look at it, mom."

The contract was signed.

Zhang Tianyuan smiled and said: "Doctor Han, I hope you can write better songs."

"This time, there is a creative competition in the district."

"It revolves around our Beihai Park."

"The theme is the song's wonderful life now."

"I hope you, Dr. Han, can also participate and write better works."

"If you win this time, the city will give you a creative reward of 100 yuan."

"In addition, the creative copyright fee of 150 yuan is not small."

Han Weimin nodded after hearing this.

There was endless joy in my heart.

It praises Beihai Park and shows the beautiful life today.

Why is this theme so familiar?

Doesn't this perfectly correspond to "Let's Swing the Oars"?

Is it too easy to earn 250 yuan?

When the people around him heard that the reward was so generous, they were all envious.

Jia Zhang's fingers trembled with excitement after hearing this, because she knew that her son might also win the award.

She flicked her finger and suddenly the sewing needle pricked her thumb.

Mrs. Jia Zhang screamed in pain.

Then she ran back in a hurry, enduring the pain.

"Dongxu Dongxu, go and listen quickly."

"The secretary said there is a competition that you can participate in."

At this time, Jia Dongxu was kneeling on the ground, rummaging back and forth in the box under the bed, looking for the flute he held that had been dusted for many years.

Seeing Jia Zhang in a hurry, Jia Dongxu was fanning the dust in front of him with his hands.

"Mom, what on earth is going on?"

Jia Zhang said eagerly: "Go and listen quickly."

Jia Dongxu got up this time and walked to the backyard.

The generous bonus rewards made the young people in the hospital excited. Everyone was eager to try, thinking that they could also get this bonus.

To them, writing songs seems to be a very simple matter.

Just hum a song.

Who wouldn't?

After Secretary Zhang left, all the young people returned to their respective rooms with excitement.

Qin Huairu felt happy when she saw Han Weimin holding a 150-yuan reward.

My man is great.

It only cost 180 yuan to buy the bicycle.

No, I immediately earned 150 yuan of blood.

Who can match this kind of earning power?

At this time.

Silly Zhu suddenly arrived at the door of Han Weimin's house.

He knocked on the door and said to Han Weimin with a smile: "Han Weimin, I have something to ask you."

Seeing this, Han Weimin said coldly: "What's the matter?"

Silly Zhu suppressed his smile and felt a little unhappy.

In his mind, he can humble himself to find you, so why are you so arrogant?

But now I have found someone else's door to ask for.

There is nothing we can do about it.

He gritted his teeth and said, "That's it. I ate the food cooked by Yi Zhonghai's family at the old lady's house, and it tasted pretty good."

"I heard from the old lady that I used your own seasoning."

"Do you still have any of the seasonings?"

"I want to buy some."

In fact, Silly Zhu's idea is to buy some for himself. With his sense of smell, which he has developed as a cook for many years, he will definitely be able to distinguish the ingredients in these spices.

When the time comes, do the same thing yourself.

Not only the level of cooking has been improved to a higher level.

Maybe you can even resell a bunch of seasonings to the factory cafeteria.

(End of this chapter)