Chapter 141 The Gap in Being a Man

In the morning, Ye Bihuang opened his eyes and felt that his whole body became refreshed.

It's cool in the world of EX Flying Car. You can not only live a double life, but also replenish your energy and make yourself more energetic during the day.

Ye Bihuang jumped up and put on his clothes, went to the kitchen to find some food to eat, and then immediately went out to prepare for training. There was no doubt that Liu Ye must be waiting for him outside the door on time.

Two days later.

"Is it Ye Bihuang's house?" Ye Bihuang opened the door.

A kind-looking and slightly chubby man appeared in front of Ye Bihuang with a briefcase.

"Ye, I am." Ye Bihuang nodded politely.

"Hello, we are the public relations representative of Hong Kong Polaroid Records. My name is Zhang Bin." The chubby and kind public relations representative in front of him was shocked. Is this the person the company sent him to negotiate? It is said that he wrote the lyrics of several songs to make his company's singing god Zhang Xueyou very much, and told him to buy them.

It was precisely because Zhang Xueyou's behavior shocked the whole company that the boss paid special attention to this matter, so he sent himself to negotiate.

But I didn't expect the so-called Mr. Ye Bihuang to be so small. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old. In fact, what he didn't know was that Ye Bihuang was only 15 years old, but he was a little mature.

"Well, hello, I have received your message for a long time. Please come in and sit down." Zhang Bin walked into Ye Bihuang's house and saw that Ye Bihuang's family was almost full of walls, just a small shantytown with an empty yard.

Despite this, the house is very clean and tidy.

"The hostess must be a diligent and hard-working woman. She is definitely a good woman." Zhang Bin made this definition in his heart. He defined it well. Su Yu was a diligent and thrifty female surname. At the beginning, when the conditions in the family were good, Su Yu was very stable and took care of the family.

When her family is very poor now, Su Yu is still very stable and family-stable.

I have never complained.

If it is the best woman known in the world, Ye Bihuang will definitely recommend his mother first.

Because women who can share joys and sorrows are not said, but made... You can't imagine the women in future generations who swear all their promises. In fact, you don't know how many young men you have met in the hotel behind their backs. Women are worthy of being born actors. Men who can be cheated in a few words can't find the north. If they are found, they can also use men as excuses that are not things.

"Mr. Ye Bihuang, our company Zhang Xueyou would like to ask you, do you still have that type of songs? If there is more, our company still wants to buy it.

"Hehe, if I'm allowed to write, I can write a few more songs, but you wait first. Let's talk about it together when my father comes back. I'm not good enough to be a child, right?" Ye Bihuang's words were very generous and neat, and he immediately won Zhang Bin's favor.

Zhang Bin nodded and said, "Okay, no problem."

Ye Bihuang took out a lot of fruits such as apples, pears, oranges and other fruits from the kitchen and brought them to the living room.

Apples were bought at home by my parents after they found a good job. Pear oranges and oranges were bought by accident because I heard that someone was coming to visit and someone to negotiate two days ago. These things are prepared for entertaining guests at this moment.

At noon, Ye Junfeng hummed a little song and returned home. Su Yu sat in the back of his bicycle.

The happy appearance of the two made Ye Bihuang very happy. He really did the right thing. If you refuse Liu Feng's help, it's just a hypocrisy of self-esteem.

Where is the happiness of parents now?

"Dad, Mom, the public relations representative of Hong Kong Polaroid Records is here."

Zhang Bin stood at the door of the room at this time and stretched out his hand to Ye Junfeng with a smile: "My name is Zhang Bin. I'm a public relations representative of Hong Kong Polaroid Records. It's an honor to meet you."

"Hello." Ye Junfeng also held Zhang Bin's hand politely, symbolizing his hand.

"It's time for lunch. I'm going to cook. You guys can talk." Su Yu has been thinking about this for the past two days, and even has a slight insomnia. Today, someone really came and she became at ease.

"Eh, Mom, go ahead."

Zhang Bin saw that although Ye Junfeng's family of three lived in such a place, their temperament was neither hungry nor arrogant. The happy appearance of the family was even more amazing, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

Ye Junfeng and Zhang Bin sat firmly on the shabby sofa in the living room. Ye Junfeng picked up an apple from the table and handed it to Zhang Bin and said, "The cold house is shabby. I'm sorry if the hospitality is not good."

"It's okay. I don't feel uncomfortable. I'm a child from the countryside." Zhang Bin's face is kind, and his smile is quite kind. He took the apple and took a bite in his hand.

Ye Junfeng said, "I know your intention. I want to know what you think of my son's lyrics."

Zhang Bin saw that the conditions in Ye Junfeng's family were particularly bad. Originally, the price given to him by the company was 45,000 yuan per song. He could lower the price, but he could not be lower than 30,000 yuan. Within this limit, he would pay more than he.

But after he saw the conditions in Ye Bihuang's house, he smiled and said, "Brother, I see that the conditions in your family are also quite bad. Originally, the company gave me a low price limit, and I will give you a bottom line. Fourty-five thousand is the lowest bottom line, but I said clearly that I can actually get 30,000 yuan per song. I don't want it. I'll give it all to you."

Ye Junfeng suddenly opened his mouth wide, and his whole body was dull! All the originally expected means of negotiation were not used.

In fact, when he saw Su Yu, he had a feeling of seeing his mother. Although there is only a moment.

Ye Bihuang smiled and took a step forward before his father could speak: "Since Mr. Zhang Bin, you..."

"Don-Don-Don... Dong- Dong- Dong..." Someone knocked on the door again in Ye Bihuang's house, and Ye Bihuang ran out to open the door. A man with sharp ears appeared at the door of Ye Bihuang's house.

"Excuse me, you are." Ye Bihuang saw the man's arrogant look, with a briefcase on his shoulder and a suit on his body, just like his dick.

Let Ye Bihuang have a kind of disgust.

"My name is Wang Li, and I am the negotiator of Jiaji Company. May I ask if this is Ye Bihuang's family? Is Mr. Ye Bihuang at home?

"I am." Ye Bihuang made a gesture of invitation.

"Are you? Don't joke, little doll. Mr. Ye Bihuang must be 20 or thirty years old.

The sharp-eared monkey said in a frivolous tone.

"It's me, Mr. Wang Li!" Ye Bihuang said in a firm tone, "If you have any questions, Mr. Wang, please enter the house and we will talk about it in detail."

"Okay."

Wang Li waved three times after entering the yard, and he looked very arrogant. When he saw that Ye Bihuang's family was particularly poor, there was an imperceptible disdain in his eyes.

Ye Junfeng also went out to meet him at this time. Wang Li immediately changed from a little promiscuous to a serious public relations. He stretched out his hand and said, "Are you Mr. Ye Bihuangye? I'm the negotiator of Jiaji Company. Hello."

Ye Junfeng looked at his son with an embarrassed face, and then said, "My name is Ye Junfeng, and it's my son Ye Bihuang over there."

"Ah? What are the lyrics? Wang Li didn't believe that such a small child would write such classic lyrics at all. He suspected that Ye Junfeng wrote them and then voted for the company in the name of his son.