"You----you----"

Wang Fei's nose was so angry that her nose was crooked, and her hands instinctively clenched into fists. I told you to write songs, but you told me to peek at my aunt taking a shower.

But before she could get angry, she suddenly heard Sun Nan start to hit a high note and sang the climax of the chorus. She couldn't help but turn her head and take a second look:

"Hey! Is this big head called Sun Nan?"

"Well!" Su Luo shrugged: "He has signed in Xiangjiang now. You can take more care of him in the future and don't let others bully him!"

"That's no problem. I'll chat with him when he comes down later!" Wang Fei sat down on the bar stool next to Su Luo. To Su Luo's surprise, she didn't continue the topic.

Zhou Xun was originally resting in the small bedroom in the inner compartment just now. As soon as he came out, he saw Wang Fei. He couldn't help but frowned and sensibly ignored him.

After Sun Nan finished singing a song, he went on stage to take over and began to prepare to sing "White Fox".

"Brother! Brother! How are you? Is the applause just now okay?" After Sun Nan's song just now, the audience applauded very fiercely, and they were really happy.

After all, the quality of a song depends on the audience's reaction. In my excitement, I didn't even notice Wang Fei sitting next to me.

"How about your song for me, Big Head?"

Sun Nan never expected that he would suddenly get the nickname "Big Head", so when Wang Fei spoke, he had no reaction and was still talking to Su Luo.

"Hey! Big head, I'm talking to you!"

"Huh? Who are you? Yo! Sister Fei? It's really you!" Sun Nan was a little unhappy at first, but when he got closer and recognized Wang Fei, he quickly changed his face:

"Sister Fei, what kind of wind is it today? Why did it blow you here too!"

It stands to reason that Wang Fei is actually a few months younger than Sun Nan, but after all, Wang Fei debuted early and is now developing well. The new album "ing-Home" released last year became triple platinum.

He sold 150,000 records, and this sales volume directly demoted Sun Nan.

"I think the song you just played is pretty good, but it doesn't suit you very well. How about singing it to me?" Wang Fei got straight to the point and gave Sun Nan an emo treatment in an instant!

What?

This song is tailor-made according to my own voice. Are you saying it’s not suitable for me?

Sun Nan, who didn't know how to answer the question at all, scratched his big head. Not to mention, Wang Fei's nicknames for people can really capture the characteristics of the characters.

Sun Nan really has a big head, a thick neck, not a fat figure, and his legs are even quite thin, but the more he looks like this, the more people think his head is outstanding.

He paused for two or three minutes: "Sister Fei, it's not that I don't want to part with my love. The key is that this song was given to me by my senior brother. This is a strong sense of brotherhood!"

"If I give this song to you, I will let down my senior brother's deep affection for me. When I think that I have let down my senior brother, my heart feels like a knife!"

Sun Nan held her chest and showed the pain of the heart attack better.

Wang Fei curled her lips, and that's what she said just now, mainly to introduce the next topic: "Okay! I won't fight for love, so let your senior brother write a song for me. Is that okay?

”

"Ah?"

Sun Nan continued to scratch his head. It was obvious that Wang Fei was the real purpose of Tu Qiong Dengjian. He first allowed himself to say NO, then he was embarrassed and then refused, looking at Su Luo pitifully.

"You really think it's so easy to write a song!" Su Luo helped Sun Nan out at the right time: "Do you know how many nights I stayed up and how much hair I lost while writing this song?"

"A song must be carefully crafted, every word carefully considered, constantly reviewed, and constantly revised. It is common to work on it for several months, but it is not as easy as you think!"

Wang Fei left Su Luo speechless. This was indeed the truth: "I didn't ask you to write it now. I'll give you time, one month, or three months----"

Before he finished speaking, Su Luo suddenly raised his hand: "Wait a moment!"

The system prompt appeared again in my mind:

"Mission: The development of Letterman's Cabaret should be balanced, but obviously the profit ratio of alcohol sales is too low now. As the boss, you must use your singing voice to further stimulate sales!"

"For example, if you use a song to increase the sales of drinks today to exceed 1,000 yuan, after the goal is achieved, the income will continue to be 1 yuan per minute!"

Su Luo's mind was racing, and he was the first to complete the task of building Letterman's Dance Hall, earning a basic income of 1 yuan/minute.

Then Zhou Xun joined, and it became 2 yuan per minute!

The English song crushed Dou Peng, and the income was 1 yuan again. We just had Sun Nan sing a song on stage, and now it has become a continuous income of 4 yuan per minute.

In other words, I can earn 5,760 yuan every day now. If I complete this task again, wouldn’t I earn 7,200 yuan every day?

What song?

Are there any songs that can stimulate alcohol sales?

"What if the dried wine is sold without"?

No!

"Sudden Self"? After one drink, there are three more?

Still not working!

Beer is so cheap that it’s hard to hit the thousand-yuan mark in sales!

Which song is more appropriate to choose?

Wang Fei and Sun Nan both looked at Su Luo, looking at him with a thoughtful expression. Neither of them dared to say a word, but after three or four minutes, their brows relaxed.

"What are you stunned for?" Wang Fei asked directly.

Su Luo glanced at her and raised his hand: "Wait a moment, Xiaoqiang, bring me paper and pen!"

The bartender Xiaoqiang served him with quick strokes, and Su Luo lowered his head and began to write. Wang Fei looked closer and saw that he was writing music scores, and she was secretly happy.

Haha, this is the man!

He kept saying that he would not write a song for himself, saying that he wanted 50,000 yuan, but he still didn’t start working honestly. Seeing that Sun Nan wanted to speak, he stopped him directly:

"Don't disturb him. Su Luo has got inspiration now and is going to write a song for me!" Wang Fei lowered her voice a little bit.

Su Luo is now distracted. He has abandoned all the music in the dance hall and the noise of the crowd. The pen tip is flying quickly, and the notes are jumping out one after another.

But his speed was too fast. Before Wang Fei could fully digest it, she saw that Su Luo had already stood up: "Hey! Have you finished writing? Show me!"

"Don't move yet!" Seeing Wang Fei reaching out, Su Luo went around and handed the music score to the musicians, taking advantage of Wang Feng's violin playing time to get the band familiar with it as soon as possible.

"Should you let me go on stage and sing soon?" Wang Fei smiled slightly, guessing that Su Luo wanted to test her musical literacy, which was not difficult for her.

Wang Fei joined CCTV's Galaxy Children's Art Troupe at the age of eight. Those who can join this troupe are all good talents.

Da Zhangwei of Huaer Band also just joined the band this year. At the age of 10, he finally officially started the legendary experience of being beaten more than 50,000 times in his childhood.

Wang Fei has cultivated music reading and singing into her natural talent, so she is naturally not afraid of this random test: "Where are the lyrics? Give me the lyrics quickly, and I will be on stage in a moment!"

"What stage are you on?" Su Luo looked at Wang Fei.

Wang Fei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly had some bad premonitions in her heart, but she still tried to take a chance: "Stop making trouble, give it to me quickly!"

"The song you just wrote was not for me? Do you want to test me and ask me to sing directly on stage? Are you going to tell me that I am wrong?"
Chapter completed!