The Whole Internet is Waiting For Master Fu To Fall In Love

It's night, and the dark fragrance floats.

The orange light fell into the girl's dark eyes, reflecting a river of bright stars.

Gu Qingning rested her chin with one hand, and wrote the paper carelessly.

suddenly.

The WeChat notification sounded.

The name of WeChat is [Ergou] and she requests to add her as a friend.

Gu Qingning raised her eyebrows, glanced at the head portrait, it was a husky.

She pressed pass, and soon, the other party sent a message.

[Hello, I am the producer of Shenghuang Entertainment, Su Zhuo (smile.jpg)]

Gu Qingning leaned back and tapped the keyboard slowly.

[? 】

The other party seemed to be guarding the phone, almost replying in seconds.

[We have already received the song you sent. We think you are very talented in songwriting. Do you have time to meet and discuss the signing details in detail. 】

Gu Qingning went straight to the point, still cherishing words like gold as usual.

[How much is the pay? 】

The other party fell into a brief silence.

Gu Qingning was not in a hurry, picked up the pen and continued to do the paper.

five minutes later.

The message notification sounded, and the other party replied.

[Royalties are calculated separately, 30,000 yuan for writing lyrics, 30,000 yuan for composing music, or buying out, 100,000 yuan per purchase. 】

Gu Qingning pursed her lips and typed casually.

[I'll think about it again. 】

This remark somewhat meant to refuse.

The other party was in a hurry, so he replied in seconds.

[The remuneration is negotiable, how much is suitable, you can mention it. 】

Gu Qingning curled her lips and typed with one hand.

[Royalties are calculated separately, 100,000 for the lyrics and 100,000 for the composition. 】

She is short of money now, but she doesn't need it urgently. It's too bad to buy out, so it's unnecessary.

The price tripled, and the man squatting in front of the computer was so frightened that he almost fell off the sofa chair.

Su Zhuo took a sip of beer and was shocked.

He stared at the information on the chat page and smacked his lips.

Confirmed eyes.

He is a ruthless person.

Slowing down, he tried cautiously.

[Can it be less? 】

Gu Qingning turned the pen with one hand and typed with the other.

【This is the lowest price. 】

The moment Su Zhuo saw the message, he almost vomited three liters of blood.

Lowest price?

Did she make a mistake.

This salary has already surpassed that of many first-line musicians. What does she mean by that?

Before he could think about it, another message came in.

[The current price will not be necessarily the same in the future. 】

Su Zhuo froze.

Taking a deep breath, he replied the message without hesitation.

[Yes, on your terms, I will send you the contract right now. 】

The hurried tone, for fear that she would change her mind temporarily.

Gu Qingning smiled and sent an "OK" gesture.

Immediately afterwards, she added another sentence.

[Only sign for one year, only write one song every month. 】

Su Zhuo, who was rummaging through the contract template, froze, with a wisp of green smoke faintly floating above his head.

His uncle.

Two lasagnas flowed from the bottom of his heart, and he typed helplessly.

【...It's too much (tears collapse.jpg)】

The corners of Gu Qingning's mouth slowly curled up, and suddenly felt that this Ergou was also quite amusing.

[Not agreeing? 】

There was another brief silence, and after waiting for a while, the other party slowly returned.

[Yes, ancestor. 】

Gu Qingning glanced at it, then logged out of WeChat from the computer.

She picked up the pen and was just about to continue doing the paper when a wave of message notifications rang on the phone like a bombardment.

She picked up her phone and clicked on WeChat. It turned out that Sun Qiaoqiao had drawn her into the class.

Dozens of messages, all of which were written with the words "Welcome Qingning", even the head teacher came out and made a fuss.

The team was neat and tidy, and was finally broken by Chu Xu.

Chu Xu: [Boss Ning, have you finished your chemistry paper, take a photo and lend me the answer. 】

Sun Qiaoqiao: [Brother Chu, just say that I will borrow you to copy it. (Laughing.jpg)]

Cheng Yi: [Admit it, Brother Chu, you can't write without shame. 】

[Agree +1. 】

[Agree +2. 】

...

Gu Qingning smiled, and pulled out the chemistry test paper from the stack of papers.

Immediately afterwards, she took a photo of the test paper and posted it in the group.

Soon, Chu Xu replied with a disappointed emoji.

[Boss Ning, what time is it, why haven't you written the paper yet? 】

Unexpectedly, this piece of information blew up the head teacher again.

Old Xu: [Xiao Xuzi, hurry up and write your paper for me, don't play wrong ideas here. 】

One sentence directly killed Chu Xu.

Gu Qingning pursed her lips and smiled, put down her phone and continued writing the paper.

As soon as I wrote two questions, someone knocked on the door.

"Knock knock—"

"Yaoer, it's me."

Gu Qingning turned to look at the door, "The door is not locked."

After saying that, Gu Che pushed the door open and entered, followed by Gu Zhao.

Gu Che walked to the desk, looked down at the papers on the desk, "Yao'er, doing homework."

Gu Qingning hummed, and turned his gaze between the two of them, "Is there something wrong?"

Gu Zhao smiled slightly, and asked tentatively, "Ning'er, big brother is coming back tonight, we are going to pick him up at the airport, do you want to go together?"

Gu Qingning's eyes paused slightly, and the pen turning with her fingertips stopped.

The sudden silence made the atmosphere awkward.

Gu Che and Gu Zhao looked at each other, he pulled Gu Qingning's wrist and shook it, "Yao'er, come with us, when the time comes, let elder brother treat us to supper, and we'll screw him over."

"Yes, yes, let the eldest brother treat you." Gu Zhao echoed.

Gu Qingning lowered her eyebrows and remained silent.

Seeing this, Gu Zhao was worried, and he winked at Gu Che, signaling him to speak quickly.

Gu Che coughed lightly, shook her hand, and said in a tone, "Yao'er, don't think about it, let's go together."

Gu Qingning looked up at the two of them, tapped the paper with his fingertips, "But it's too late to come back, these papers..."

Gu Che's thin lips curled up lightly, and he said without any bottom line, "Let Ah Zhao write it for you."

Gu Zhao glared at him, almost swearing.

Why was he the one who got hurt again.