Rebirth of the tea art man

"Acheng, in fact, you don't have to do this, do you?"

"It's kind of good intentions for someone to come to you anyway, and even wait for you to have a holiday on New Year's Day."

"It's hard to drive him back like this?"

In the bedroom, Chen Minfang began to teach, talking endlessly.

"Mom, can't you see if he has good intentions?"

"I turned my face when I mentioned money, can this be called good intentions?"

Lin Cheng said angrily.

He has seen a lot of the so-called "good intentions", the so-called "good people", and the so-called "good for you".

What is the only criterion for testing good or bad?

money!

If a person says it's good for you all day long, you can just ask him to withdraw money.

People will lie, money will not!

It is said that talking about money hurts feelings, that is because money is more important than feelings.

If you have a relationship like your parents, where feelings are more important than money, talking about money with your parents will not hurt your feelings.

Just like Teacher Xiaoguang just now, he said everything well, but when Lin Cheng mentioned the share ratio and the nature of the contract, his whole attitude instantly reversed.

Because these are the core interests of Universal Music.

Only when he strives for greater benefits for the company will the company reward him and treat him preferentially.

And these benefits were squeezed out of Lin Cheng.

"But, I think he's right!"

"You are just a student now, and you are not well-known, so you can't be like those big stars from the beginning?"

"Food must be eaten bite by bite, and the road must be walked step by step."

Chen Minfang continued to persuade her earnestly.

He even talked about his grandpa's arduous entrepreneurial history, how he started from a laid-off worker, set up a factory, and became a famous boss nearby.

"Mom, did you see that?"

"This is the song I sang in the Street Singer Competition last time. After it was broadcast on Beiyang TV, someone took it and posted it on the Internet. Now it has 87 views."

"And this, this is the song I sang at the school's New Year's Day party two days ago, and the school put it on the official website."

"Do you know why the principal asked me later? He wanted to turn this song into the school song of Beiyang Middle School!"

Holding the laptop, Lin Cheng found the online videos of the two songs in front of her.

"Wait! Wait a minute!"

"What did you say?"

"The song you wrote, the principal wants to use it as the school song of your school?"

Chen Minfang's brain was short-circuited for a moment, and she couldn't understand it.

The last time she won a prize of 5 yuan in the singing competition in the shopping mall, it has shocked her for a long time, and she brags about it to everyone.

Later, when I saw the picture of my son on Beiyang TV, I was even more proud.

In contrast, the video with 87 views on the Internet did not feel anything.

but!

School song?

A song written by my son was actually used as the school song by Beiyang Middle School?

In the best high school in the entire county, all teachers and students will have to sing songs written by her son in the next five to ten years, or even 20 to 30 years.

If this gets out, it's not a matter of face, but a matter of honoring the ancestors!

In the future, her son will not be a role model for the neighbors, not a good boy in the eyes of relatives, but a legend in the whole Beiyang County.

"No, Ah Cheng, you are quite talented."

"You can write songs and sing, and your parents are very happy."

"Especially when you got a bonus, people from other record companies will come to your door and want to sign you."

"However, you said that the song you wrote became the school song of Beizhong. This joke is a bit big."

"To be a human being, the first thing is to be honest, not..."

Before his father could speak earnestly and sincerely, Lin Cheng handed over the phone.

"Our principal's phone number, you can ask him!"

After a few minutes, the phone hung up.

Whether it was Chen Minfang or Lin Zhenghua, the way they looked at their son Lin Cheng was completely different.

School song!

It's really a school song!

Chen Zhiqiang, the principal of Beiyang Middle School, personally told them on the phone that he planned to use Lin Cheng's "Chasing Dreams with a Pure Heart" as the school song of Beiyang Middle School.

He was still on the phone, boasting about the song all over the place.

The title of the song is good, the lyrics are good, the emotion is full, the meaning is profound, and it is easy to sing and learn, which can especially stimulate the fighting spirit of the students.

In addition to what was said, Chen Zhiqiang still felt that the school took advantage of Lin Cheng and confiscated a penny.

He said that he was going to be awarded the title of honorary alumnus and outstanding graduate. In the future, this matter will be recorded in the school history and stored in the school archives.

"You kid, it's not good at all, it's too dishonest."

"Why are you talking about such a big thing now?"

Lin Zhenghua grinned from ear to ear, prepared two bags of Hua Zi, and immediately slipped out to visit.

I also know that it must be blowing up every time I meet, my son is so so so so so.

"Son, no matter what you do in the future, mom will support you 100%!"

Chen Minfang was also full of joy, her blood pressure went up with excitement.

"I want to rent!"

"Outside the school, I rent a house to live in, and I won't live in a dormitory in the future."

"I even found a house."

Lin Cheng followed suit and put forward his request.

Leaving school over the wall is not a long-term solution after all.

In case one day is unlucky and caught by the security guards, this is a serious violation of school rules, even with the headmaster covering him, it will be difficult to deal with it.

And jumping up and down every day, climbing trees, climbing over walls, and accidentally falling is also very hurt.

"Rent?"

"Why are you talking about such a big thing now?"

"No, I have to discuss it with your father."

Chen Minfang frowned, somewhat worried.

"Mom, the thing is actually like this, I have a female classmate with a very good relationship, who just rented a house next to the school..."

Lin Cheng gave a general account of Yan Qin's situation, but deliberately concealed his name.

A narrative trick was used to confuse Yan Qin and Song Yi together.

"Needless to say, I understand."

"I'll talk to your head teacher, Mr. Liu, about renting a house later."

"Mom pays all the rent for the house, and your living expenses for the next month..."

Chen Minfang gritted her teeth, and said a word and number - "Two thousand!"

I can't bear to have a child without a wolf!

Now spend a few thousand dollars more, tens of thousands of dollars, and save hundreds of thousands of gift money in the future.

If she can make her son chase Song Yi, as a mother, she is willing to pay any amount of money.

rent?

Small mind.

She is willing to let her buy that house.

The big deal is to sell my husband Passat, and I won’t drive in the future. It’s more environmentally friendly to ride a battery car.

"Long live the queen mother, long live, long live!"

Lin Cheng let out a long sigh of relief.

In many things, my mother is much easier to talk to than my father.

Once the problem of renting a house is resolved, for the next six months, he won't have to climb over the wall in the dark every day, get up earlier than Zhou Papi, and go to bed later than Yang Bailao.