This star is from the earth

The next day, Han Jue didn't go back to Shanghai right away, but planned to meet the two Americans who came from afar in Hangzhou.

Kevin and Louis got a reply from Han Jue that he was willing to come out for a chat in the early hours of the morning. They were relieved, but also worried. Because they don't know how long it will take to wait, who knows if it's Han Jue's perfunctory words.

Along the way, they have received a lot of neglect in the magic capital. Even if their positions are said to be prestigious in the United States, they are not in the Chinese industry after all, and no one buys them in Shanghai.

Fortunately, at noon the next day, they received a text message from Han Jue, which contained an address.

A big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

No matter whether you refuse or agree, there will be a result immediately.

Today is New Year's Day, a holiday. Although the weather is cold, it still can't stop people's consumption desire that is infinitely magnified during the festival.

The sun is also just right, it is very suitable for going out, and there are people coming and going on the street. The passers-by were so cold that they put their hands in their pockets one by one, looking for places where the sun could shine. Young couples are better, they can snuggle together, which makes the lone traveler feel warm on his body, but cold in his heart. But the air is cheerful, and everyone's faces are full of joy. Even the white air they exhale is jumping and swirling in the air, which looks like happiness.

The place Han Jue chose to talk was in a restaurant.

The restaurant is located in the downtown area, on the side of the road, very close to the hotel where Han Jue lives. Han Jue slept late last night, and got up very late today, and didn't wake up until near noon.

The window of the restaurant faces south. Looking out from the window, you can look down on the passers-by at the nearest, and at the farthest you can see the park opposite the restaurant.

Han Jue was sitting in a private room near the window on the second floor, holding a cup of hot tea, staring blankly at the sweet couples outside the window.

He exudes a melancholic temperament, and his whole body does not tell that he is a person with a story, so that passers-by who occasionally look up from the window can't help but take a second look, a third look.

"What am I doing?"

Han Jue muttered to himself.

"It's a statutory holiday and it's sunny outside. Why am I talking about work here? Am I crazy?"

Han Jue looked at a truck on the street that was loaded with promotional goods for a certain movie. On the truck was a giant cartoon animal doll in an exaggerated shape, which was very anthropomorphic. At the top was a banner: ["City of Animals" will be released on New Year's Day , there or be square, waiting for you to see! 】

Looking at the animals with different characteristics and vivid expressions, Han Jue couldn't help shouting [I'm coming! ], intending to stand up and end the stupid work, and go to the cinema to spend money.

Just as Han Jue stood up and took out his mobile phone to inform him of a postponement of the appointment, the door of the private room was opened from the outside.

Louis and Kevin were ushered in by the waiter.

"Ah, you are too polite." Kevin and Louis saw Han Jue walking to the door to greet him at the first sight. They waved their hands in surprise, flattered.

In my heart, I feel that Han Jue, a Chinese person, is very friendly and easy to talk to, and he is very friendly to them Americans. There is no domineering look in the data at all.

"..." Han Jue blinked, and then imitated Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Gang on TV in his previous life, acting boldly, and said with a smile, "Where, it should be, it should be."

When turning around, he sighed calmly and sat back in his seat.

After ordering the meal, the three of them introduced each other, and they talked about the characteristics of Hangzhou city. The main thing is that Louis is saying [okay], Han Jue is saying [no, no, no], and Kevin is saying [some, some, some].

Later, Han Jue found out that the two Americans knew more about Hangzhou than he, a Chinese. After talking about things and people that Han Jue didn't know at all, Han Jue decisively changed the subject.

"Let's talk about business." Han Jue said suddenly.

After hearing this, Kevin immediately restrained his smiling expression and put on a dignified and serious demeanor.

Louis is much more experienced, and nodded with his expression unchanged, but he didn't immediately follow Han Jue's intention to talk about the so-called business, but said:

"Actually, I saw you, Mr. Han, at the recording site of "Singer" in Star City before. The time Zhang Yiman kicked the hall."

Han Jue felt that this should be the speaker in the American duo, the one who was more able to speak, and wanted to control the rhythm of the conversation. But Han Jue didn't have a particularly strong reaction when he noticed it.

And Han Jue, who is not familiar with and good at negotiating, only remembers what Director Wang told him——

【They are begging you, don't panic when the time comes. Don’t talk about the details casually. This kind of thing can’t be discussed once or twice. When the time comes, you can ask a professional team to help you discuss it. When you go this time, the main reason is to feel how the other party treats you. After getting to know you, you can decide whether you want to go or not. 】

After hearing what Louis said, Han Jue only raised his eyebrows, nodded, and didn't speak.

"That's a great piece of work." Louie boasted.

"Thanks."

"I heard that Miss Zhang Yiman won the second place. Your contribution to this song is indispensable." Louis praised vigorously.

"Thank you." Han Jue thanked him with the same expression on his face.

Han Jue was not surprised by the leaked results, after all, the leaked results of true and false competitions are sometimes a means of publicity.

"But I like "Shape Of You" written by you better." Louis said with admiration, looking into Han Jue's eyes.

"Thank you, I like it too." Han Jue replied with a smile.

Louie smiled even wider.

In fact, Kevin and Louis, or all English users, have certain doubts about whether the two English songs were written by Han Jue himself. However, on the global music copyright website, the word [Han Jue] is clearly written in the position of the songwriter. No one else dared to say that Han Jue copied it, or wrote it on behalf of others, so everyone can only believe that the two songs that stirred up the American music circle were written by Han Jue.

But Louis still wanted to hear Han Jue's own answer, so that it would be convenient for him to continue asking.

"Mr. Han, you are quite accomplished in English song creation. Have you ever studied English?" Louis asked curiously.

"Good is not so good, I can only say so-so." Han Jue answered Louis' question modestly and in fluent English.

Han Jue worked hard on English in his previous life, because of work needs, he kept improving by always looking at things from abroad. After all, feeling things in English is very different from reading translations.

Listening to Han Jue's non-accented English, which is not something that can be rushed out in a short time, Louis and Kevin raised their eyebrows and looked at each other, and they could see surprise in each other's eyes.

Han Jue's fluency in a few words such as [hello] and [how are you] is far from being fluent, but it is more operable in publicity. Propagating the point of [Xinxi America], and showing off your English, this alone is enough to attract a lot of people's attention, build a good impression, and win a lot of fans.

"So, Mr. Han, have you watched "I Am A Singer"? What do you think of this program?" Kevin asked, in English.

Now that Han Jue understands English, they no longer call them [the American version of "Singer\