"If you really like it, remember to buy records and listen to them at that time. Buying a few more as a gift is also a good idea."

Han Jue seriously helped Zhang Yiman promote it, and indirectly boasted.

"Buy it on the online platform, and then buy it for all your friends and give it to you."

Listening to paid music on the Internet can be paid by friends.

"And your record machine! I also bought one vinyl record. If you don't listen to vinyl, it would be a waste of that record machine."

Oh, jealous, jealous.

"I'm just kidding you, you're kind of polite, why are you taking it seriously?" Xia Yuan lowered his head and wrote something on the notebook, but he couldn't even look at Han Jue.

Although she really plans to spend money to buy songs to listen to, she can't stand it when she hears Han Jue's promotion step by step than the gym flyer on the street.

After hearing Xia Yuan's counterattack, Han Jue said seriously: "There is an old saying that is good, all jokes are actually a little serious."

"Where did you hear this old saying?" Xia Yuan turned his head and thought for a while, and asked.

"Penguin Space."

After hearing this, Xia Yuan paused heavily on the paper, and almost returned to her usual stinky tongue. However, the recorder was not turned off, so she held back. Her eyes looked away helplessly.

After scanning his eyes, he saw Zhang Yiman in the corner lowering his head and rubbing his eyes.

Xia Yuan silently pointed at Zhang Yiman, and Han Jue also looked over.

"Why are you crying? Is this song so touching?" Han Jue said in surprise after seeing it.

"Maybe I encountered a good song and wanted to see if I was dreaming." Xia Yuan said.

Han Jue curled his lips and said, "I don't understand why you pinch your legs and rub your eyes when you encounter good things. What if you really wake up?"

Xia Yuan took a deep breath, pressed the [Pause] on the recorder, looked carefully at Zhang Yiman's back and said:

"Would you be a little happy if I said she was frightened by your dark revenge in your lyrics?"

Han Jue's silent nose.

He looked at Zhang Yiman's back and leaned over without meddling.

It would be embarrassing if the silly girl was really crying, but obviously she didn't want to be seen by others and was seen by Han Jue.

If the silly girl was not crying at all, and she leaned over with kindness, Han Jue would be embarrassed, because Xia Yuan would definitely laugh at him fiercely.

Xia Yuan and Han Jue continued to interview some musical issues.

After a while, Zhang Yiman came back with the manuscript. His expression was normal and his eyes were normal.

Zhang Yiman held the manuscript and sat sideways opposite Han Jue. Looking at the recording studio being used, he stomped his feet gently on the ground, and said anxiously: "Oh, I really want to record this song as soon as possible."

"Don't you show your company first?" Han Jue said helplessly.

Although he is confident in this song, whether this song meets the positioning of a silly girl depends on the team behind the silly girl.

"Okay, it's our turn to continue working." Han Jue saw that the accompaniment of the second song had been recorded. The producer cast his sight.

Han Jue asked Zhang Yiman to put the manuscript in his hand first, stop holding it, and stop singing later, don’t get mixed up with emotions.

Hearing Han Jue's advice, Zhang Yiman was surprised: "Uncle, you have to put your position right."

Han Jue was confused and was still wondering where he was.

"I am your music teacher." Zhang Yiman shook his head and said.

Only then did Han Jue realize that he was indeed inflated. How dare he question Teacher Zhang’s singing skills?

As a talented and technical player, Zhang Yiman will certainly not be involved in the mix.

It seemed as if Han Jue wanted to know how ignorant he was, so in the evening, all the two songs were successfully completed.

Next, we can start recording Han Jue’s own songs.

But Han Jue said that it may not work tonight, so he can only come back tomorrow.

"Where are you going tonight?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Go to participate in a performance." Han Jue answered while sorting out his things.

"Are you so busy every day?" Xia Yuan asked inadvertently.

"Of course not." Han Jue heard this question and stopped the movement of sorting things on the spot and explained seriously: "It's awful to say. The me you interviewed today may make you feel like [Han Jue is very busy] and [Han Jue rents a cheap house as a stingy and pretends to be poor]. In fact, otherwise, you may not believe it. Today is the day I am the most like an artist. Regarding this, you must write more objectively."

Han Jue's eyes were brightly locked at the book that Xia Yuan was holding.

"If you are really poor, I will write like this. I will only write the real ones." Xia Yuan said that, and planned to go outside first.

Zhang Yiman finished communicating with the producer from the console, walked over to Han Jue and said happily:

"Uncle, I'll treat you to the cafeteria!"

Han Jue looked at Xia Yuan with a look of [you see, I'm really poor], and then said to Zhang Yiman: "No, I'll have a performance later, so I have to rush over."

"Well, that's OK." Zhang Yiman pouted and said goodbye to Han Jue and the others in frustration.

Han Jue and Xia Yuan walked out of Aidu's building, and it was already dark outside.

Han Jue walked to the street corner, searched for something with his mobile phone, and asked Xia Yuan casually: "Do you know how to walk [New York Street]?"

"I know. Why, are you going to have a meal or perform there?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Eat and perform." Han Jue lowered his head and said, "By the way, how much do you eat Western food?"

"I don't eat it often. I order [Alexander Chicken] occasionally."

[Alexander Chicken] is a dish called by Chinese people here for a modified Chinese-style Western cuisine. Just like the American Chinese food in my previous life - [Zuo Zongtang Chicken], [Li Hongzhang Miscellaneous].

When Han Jue walked into a Western restaurant at a food street near his home, he found that there was such a dish on the menu, such as [Caiser Cake] and [Napoleon Soup]. Han Jue was very curious. After ordering it, he realized that it was actually an improved dish that suits the tastes of the Chinese people.

"Then let's go for authentic Western food, I'll treat you. It's too late, so we'll take a taxi."

Han Jue stopped the taxi and took it for twenty minutes before the two arrived at [New York Street].

"So, is this the authentic Western food you're talking about?"

Xia Yuan was standing in front of a small restaurant, frowned and looked at the signboard with a red background and yellow sign, feeling that Han Jue was fooled.

The entire [New York Street] is full of red and blue neon lights, and the communication around is very strange. Foreigners who speak Chinese and English can also communicate without barriers. People of black, white and yellow skin color, who walk on the street, are not a single person stops in front of the store like her, making this deserted shop with a double-door logo appear out of place on the bustling street.

Xia Yuan has been to [New York Street], but every time he comes, he goes there, he eats authentic meals. Where have you ever noticed this kind of small shop?

"Don't stand there, come quickly!" Han Jue supported the glass door and waved to Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan walked in slowly and slowly.

There is not much space inside, with only one passage leading directly to the counter. The warm yellow decoration and the fluorescent board menu hanging above the counter make the entire store feel warm.

However, there is still no business.

The clerk is two young men, one black and one white, and is now chatting against the counter.

Seeing that a guest was coming, I quickly cheered up.

"Welcome!" the two people shouted in unison, with the sounds obvious, as if they were in harmony with each other.

"yo! We are doing activities here recently. You can enjoy 15% off as long as you consume [Barabala]." The black guy gave a crackling introduction, fluent Chinese language, and spoke very rhythmically, as if he was raping.

Xia Yuan listened while looking at the menu board.

Han Jue looked at the menu and quickly ordered what he wanted to eat. He sat down at the next seat as soon as he picked it up, and couldn't wait to prepare to eat.

Some time ago, he searched the Internet for some familiar brands in his previous life, but he didn't have much hope, but he found that all the demons had such a M-remember. When he saw the familiar sign, he wanted to go eat Han Jue immediately. Because of various reasons, he finally got it today.

Xia Yuan put the food on the table, looked at Han Jue opposite him after taking a bite of the hamburger, and said strangely: "I saw that in your previous news, there was one thing that said that when you were running a commercial performance, because the food level was too low, he left on the spot."

Han Jue was eating a hamburger full of "hometown flavor" and felt a lot of emotion and almost cried.

After swallowing the food in my mouth, I took a sip of Coke, sighed comfortably, and after a while, I said, "Maybe I only have myself in my eyes at that time, I am too self-centered."

Xia Yuan was not interested in these boring hamburgers, so he simply asked Han Jue: "How do you understand [self and self]?"

"The thing [self] cannot be seen. Only when you bump into something else and bounce back will you understand [self]. Therefore, after seeing those terrible things, difficult things, tempting options, and collide with these things, then you will know what [self] is. This is the self."

"And every collision that can't kill me will only make me stronger." Han Jue grinned.

Because I was rushing to school during the day today, and after doing some things, I was delayed until very late. I could only write one chapter, I'm sorry. I will start writing this in the morning tomorrow.
Chapter completed!