In Dongcheng, Fu Han's villa and studio, there was another burst of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."

"Woooooooooooo..."

"Ah, oh, oh, oh..."

For those who don’t know, I probably thought it was a tiger that escaped from the zoo.

But in fact, the payment letter collapsed again.

"It's so hard to sing! It's so hard to sing! Ahhhhhh!"

Feng He sat next to him and started to read the Wandering Notes sung by Gu Xiaobai that was just uploaded on the Internet.

However, he decided not to read the payment letter this time. The child was already in a bottleneck, so why bother to stimulate him again?

Let him vent on his own and he will adjust his mentality.

After all, Fu Han is a professional musician, and becoming a musician, especially one who wants to work in the entertainment industry, is actually very stressful.

People who don't know how to relieve stress have already collapsed on their own.

Fu Han walked out of his small recording studio, sat down on the sofa next to him, picked up the guitar next to him, and played randomly for a while, but he was still upset.

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

"Hello? Dad? What? When did it happen? What did the doctor say?"

"I know, I'll go back right away!"

Fu Han picked up his backpack, turned around and left.

"What's wrong?" Feng He asked quickly.

"My mother suddenly fainted before and is now in the hospital."

"What's going on? I'll go with you!" Feng He said hurriedly, worried that Fu Han would be too panicked in this situation.

The two had been partners for several years, and he knew that Fu Han's mother had never been in good health.

"No, she has woken up. Lily may come over later. Tell her to pick up Huihui, and then..." What Fu Han was explaining could no longer be heard.

Feng He rushed to the window and saw that the payment letter had already driven out of the garage.

Feng He and the sound engineer next to him looked at each other and spread their hands.

It was late at night and I came back after paying the letter.

Along with him, there was a man who looked somewhat similar to him, and both of them seemed to have drank a little.

"Brother Feng." The man was Fu Han's younger brother. Fu Yu was familiar with Feng He and shook hands with him.

"How is Auntie?" Feng He didn't dare to call just now.

"My mother is getting better now. She has been suffering from the same problem for many years." Fu Yu said, and then he said to Han: "Brother, you heard what our father told you to stop playing outside and go back to take over.

He also spends a lot of time with our mother..."

"Isn't this you?" Fu Han said helplessly.

"My dad is worried about leaving such a big family fortune to me." Fu Yu rolled his eyes, "I know I'm not that material. Besides, I can only go out and have fun after you go back..."

"

Fu Han also wanted to roll his eyes.

"I heard that you held another concert recently?" Fu Yu asked.

"Well, I knew you didn't have time to go, so I didn't leave a ticket for you..."

"How many shows are there across the country? More than twenty, how about it? Is it profitable?"

Fu Han didn’t want to talk anymore.

"Okay……"

"No wonder the third uncle said that you are out doing your job all day long. You have been working hard for a year, and I am afraid you can't make as much as me from just one business..." Fu Yu is probably here to be a lobbyist today, "Why bother? It's so hard.

You don’t have much of a future yet. I see that every time you tour, it’s like shedding a layer of skin. Come back and make money comfortably, isn’t that good?”

Next to him, Feng He felt a little unhappy.

Damn it, you rich people chatting, can you please not accidentally hurt us little shrimps!

Why is there no future in this industry?

There is no future and so many people are struggling?

Why not eat minced meat?

"Third uncle also said that you are such a shameless elder brother that you have brought Xiaoyao down! I have been imitating you all day long, playing the piano and singing..."

"Are you sure this is what your third uncle said?" Fu Han squinted at Fu Yu. He had three fathers and brothers. Among them, his third uncle had the smallest age gap with him, and he loved him the most before. He actually had the support of his third uncle when he made music.

, help him say a good word in front of his father, otherwise he would have been arrested long ago.

"If you don't believe me, ask Third Uncle yourself." Fu Yu said, "Third Uncle said that you and Xiaoyao are the two smartest people in our family, but neither of them are doing their jobs properly. At that time, I thought you would give up after playing for a few years.

I didn’t expect that after playing for so many years, I would have known that I wouldn’t have supported you back then.”

"This is not like what the third uncle said..." Fu Han shook his head helplessly, dumbfounded.

"The third uncle is getting old too. I think he has gray hair." Fu Yu said, "He also said that the reason why he supported you in the beginning was because he hoped that you would become famous. However, after so many years, you still have no great potential. Even if

Our family wants to ask you to be our spokesperson, but we think you don’t have enough celebrity status and will lower the quality of our brand... Pfft..."

Fu Yu burst out laughing as he spoke.

Fu Han sighed and shook his head: "Those words that are so venomous are probably what my third uncle said."

"The third uncle also said that if you are not good enough to endorse our brand in another year, you should go back and take over, otherwise he will come and arrest you personally," Fu Yu said.

Fu Han couldn't help but laugh or cry. He didn't know whether he was moved or helpless.

Fu Yu chatted for a while and then left. It was said that he had some entertainment.

Feng He looked at his hurried back from behind and thought to himself, you are making a lot of money, but where is the ease? Don't try to trick me, Brother Han, to go back!

Fu Han sent Fu Yu away, lay down on the sofa, and sighed.

"Fenghe, my third uncle still loves me. He must have said this to my father, asking him to give me another year of grace."

Feng He didn't answer. He felt that he must have said this to himself and there was no need to answer.

"I must work hard, otherwise I will really be caught and inherit hundreds of millions of family property..." Fu Han said.

Feng He: "..."

If I had a watermelon knife in my hand right now, I would pick it up and drop it!

If I had a fruit fork in my hand right now, I would hold it up and down!

If I...I'll fight you anyway!

"My dad is indeed getting old, and he doesn't have much time left for me..." Fu Han murmured over there, completely unaware that Feng He was already looking for weapons, whether to kill him with a monitoring speaker, or to

Kill him with a ride-cymbal?

"One year... one year..." Fu Han sighed, sat up suddenly, and said to Feng He, who was looking for a weapon:

"Fenghe, I've decided that I want to take on that variety show! Well, what are you looking for?"

Hearing his words, Feng He was stunned: "You want to take on "Battle of the Singers"?"

"Well... they said they were short of a replacement singer..." Fu Han actually didn't want to take on variety shows. He just wanted to concentrate on making music.

But in this current environment, if you want to improve your status as a celebrity, what else can you do besides participating in variety shows?

"Battle of the Singers" is currently the most influential among singer programs.

"One year later, I will go back to endorse our products in a dignified manner, and take over for my father!" Fu Han clenched his fists. At this moment, his tone was firm, like a person who had been wrongfully humiliated and expelled from the sect, outside.

Like the protagonist who has been wandering for ten or eight years.

"Just right." Feng He smiled, "I don't know what to tell you yet, but I also accepted a variety show."

"What program?" Fu Han wondered.

"'Masked Singing without Guessing'." Feng He said, "I also want to stand at the front desk and enjoy the radiant feeling!"

"Didn't you disdain standing in front of the stage before?" Fu Han wondered. He wanted Feng He to sing a few songs as a guest singer at several concerts, but Feng He refused.

"That's because when I saw you on stage before, it was not interesting..." Feng He said, "But when I saw Xiaobai..."

Maybe I can become as dazzling a star as Xiaobai!

"You are overthinking..." Fu Han squinted at him: "I accepted a variety show, why do you accept a variety show? You don't have to go back and inherit hundreds of millions of family assets, why are you anxious? If you accept a variety show, my

Who will produce my new album?”
Chapter completed!