Chapter 553 The man with the negative fourteenth charm
Han Fei is a person with strong learning ability. It can be said that with the experience of the deep world, his own potential has been fully stimulated.
In just three hours, Han Fei not only successfully composed the theme song of the horror love game, but also vented all the emotions accumulated deep in his heart.
At first Han Fei was just singing, but gradually he seemed to be telling his own story.
The moment the theme song was completed, Han Fei received a prompt from the system.
"Attention player No. 0000! The F-level singing talent choked by the devil has been triggered!"
"Your singing is so beautiful, as if the devil under the abyss is tempting the hesitant traveler; your singing is so desperate, every note is filled with pain and sorrow; your singing is so loud, like the dawn breaking through the dark clouds and fog
Haze, break away from all the shackles that fate has given you."
"Attention, player No. 0000! The active attack ability of the inheritance spell (word spirit) of the Dead Tower has been triggered!"
"Every song you sing contains a curse. This song about your past is a nightmare woven with countless curses!"
"Attention players numbered 0000! Congratulations on successfully composing an F-class cursed unnamed ballad."
"Unnamed ballad (F-level curse): Obsession contaminated by malice, hatred and murderous intent will form a curse. This song is your curse on fate. You will subtly affect the mood of the audience and can inspire
Expressing the despair in their hearts can also alleviate their hatred for you."
"Attention! If you create a curse for the first time, you will receive a random reward and your charm attribute will be reduced by one!"
Han Fei was still immersed in the emotions brought by the song, but a sudden prompt from the system interrupted his thoughts.
"Did I create a curse?" Han Fei glanced at his attributes. His charm had become minus fourteen.
"It shouldn't be! I'm just singing about my life!"
The song was made, but before it was even named it had already become a curse.
"It can be considered a good thing. The audience will be influenced by me in a subtle way. This is a kind of chronic curse, probably similar to psychological suggestion."
After recording the song, Han Fei reproduced the scarier background music in his memory.
In Li Guoer's opinion, music was the most difficult thing to handle, but Han Fei finished it in just one afternoon.
After paying for the rental of the recording studio, Han Fei hurried back to the company. He closed the office door mysteriously, slowly approached under Li Guoer's surprised gaze, and then took out his headphones.
"Listen to it and feel it first."
"What are you listening to?" Li Guoer put on her headphones. When she heard Han Fei's voice, her beautiful eyes slowly opened wide, with an incredible expression on her face.
The song sounded like an inescapable dream, and it seemed like the devil had opened his arms and embraced him from behind.
I knew I would fall into the abyss, but I didn't want to leave his gentle embrace.
Li Guoer stared blankly at Han Fei beside her. She never thought that the person she loved could sing such a song.
Listening to his songs seems like you are savoring his life and blending in seamlessly with his emotions.
"Attention, player No. 0000! Li Guoer's hatred for you has been reduced by one point, and the total has been reduced by six points."
The system prompt sounded again, and Han Fei felt a little surprised. He didn't do anything special.
"Perhaps what Li Guoer liked at first was Fu Yi, who was mature, stable, extremely capable, and very talented. The things I have done recently may have allowed her to see the shining parts of Fu Yi again."
Fu Yi is dating so many girls at the same time. He is an out-and-out scumbag, but it is undeniable that he is also a very capable person.
He graduated from a prestigious university, has very high EQ and IQ, and is extremely capable at work. He has been responsible for the company's core projects since he was in his thirties. He is handsome and handsome, and the most important thing is that he is also very good at disguising himself.
"What do you think of my singing?" The song had finished playing, but Li Guoer had no intention of taking off her headphones. She seemed ready to listen to it a few more times.
Han Fei's "curse" is different from other people's curses. The biggest difference is that his "curse" makes people actively listen.
"It's so stunning." Li Guoer took off her glasses and looked at Han Fei. The hatred in her eyes was no longer detectable, but was replaced by a very special emotion, sharper than love and softer than despair.
It's like a girl trying to pick off the rose on the wall. She knows she can't touch it, but she still tries again and again on the wall full of thorns.
"The team leader can also sing?" Brother Fake Tree and other team members gathered around. He took off the headphones Li Guoer was wearing without a look and listened to it himself.
Different people have completely different feelings after hearing that song. Li Guoer felt like she was being embraced by the devil and listening to the devil talk about her life.
Brother Fake Tree felt like he was thrown into a nightmare by a big wave. He was walking in a dark city, surrounded by only despair and only a faint fire at the end of the horizon.
"Strong! So cool!" Brother Fake Tree's Mediterranean Sea was soaked in cold sweat, and he was still frightened: "I want to listen to a few cross talk to calm down."
Han Fei asked the group members to listen to it all. The first time they listened, the effect was the strongest, and the effect would become weaker gradually. However, if the single is repeated, it will have a more subtle impact on the audience.
"If I sang it live, it would be more shocking."
Others are singing, while Han Fei is cursing. Other people's songs can gain fans, while Han Fei's songs can gain die-hard fans.
After backing up the songs, Han Fei asked Brother Fake Tree to keep in touch with his classmates at all times, and asked another subordinate to go to the operations department to seize as many publicity resources as possible before the promotion of the "Eternal Life" game started.
After doing this, Han Fei was about to take a rest when Zhao Qian came to the door.
"Fu Yi, come out for a moment."
Something wasn't right about Zhao Qian's voice, so Han Fei picked up the headphones on the desk and went to Zhao Qian's office.
"Has the company promised to grant me funds? That little game hasn't even started to be promoted yet, and players' expectations are already very high. As long as they invest a little, they will definitely make a lot of money."
"What happened between you and Du Shu?" Zhao Qian did not answer Han Fei's question, but asked another question.
"It seems that the company still doesn't agree to give me a chance." Han Fei didn't hide anything. He directly told what happened when he went to see Du Shu.
Generally speaking, there were no changes. He just made himself into a miserable father who turned around, and Du Shu into a rich, powerful, psychologically twisted, and extremely egotistical villain.
"Attention, player number 0000! Zhao Qian hates you less!"
After listening to Han Fei's words, Zhao Qian's expression was still very serious, but the system prompts told Han Fei that Zhao Qian had changed her mind a little bit about him.
In the past, Fu Yi was oblivious to sex and was only interested in profit. Now Han Fei values love and justice and sticks to the bottom line. Not to mention chatting and dating with the opposite sex, he will think about a normal sentence he says to the opposite sex for a long time.
"Du Shu is the company's major shareholder, and her family is involved in almost every profitable industry in the city. If you fight with her like this, you will definitely die miserably in the end." Zhao Qian's tone of voice was different from before.
"Actually, I've been having a special premonition recently that I might not be able to survive much longer." Han Fei smiled miserably: "Maybe it's because I've done too many wrong things. I knew I was hopeless, and I didn't think about it.
What good results can I achieve through my life? I now want to complete a few things before the end of my life."
There is no trace of acting in Han Fei, and he is indeed acting as himself: "I will do this last game well and give an explanation to my subordinates who trust me; I will see my eldest son return to school and walk out of the bullied world."
Shadow; celebrate my youngest son’s birthday and take him to an amusement park; for the rest of the time, I want to work hard to make up for my mistakes, and finally choose the way they want to die.”
As soon as he said the last word, Han Fei suddenly coughed violently. He looked down in surprise and saw that his nose began to bleed again.
Different from last time, this time he felt obviously uncomfortable.
"Sorry." When Han Fei looked up, Zhao Qian had already handed him the tissue.
"It is impossible for the company to approve that money. The operation and promotion of your game will also be interrupted in the future, and all resources will be spent on the "Eternal Life" game." Zhao Qian told Han Fei a very unfortunate thing, but she seemed
He was already prepared, and after finishing speaking, he took out a contract directly from the drawer: "But I can personally provide you with half of the funds, and you can replenish it with game dividends when the time comes."
“What if the game doesn’t sell for much money?”
"Then live a good life and pay me back slowly."
Zhao Qian had always had a sullen face and was very serious, but now she made Han Fei feel more at ease than when she usually smiled.
After reading the contract carefully, Han Fei confirmed that there were no problems and signed Fu Yi's name: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao."
"You don't need to thank me. That game will definitely make money. I have great faith in your ability. After all, I promoted you single-handedly." Zhao Qian handed a contract to Han Fei, kept one for herself, and then waved her hand.
He signaled to Han Fei that he could leave.
After wiping off the blood, Han Fei took the contract and walked out of the office. He felt dizzy as soon as he came out, and he stopped holding the wall for a while before he could adapt.
"I want to do more things quickly before my physical fitness weakens, and use the title of bravery to improve my level as soon as possible."
Each time you upgrade your physical strength, you can increase it by two points. Every ten points of physical strength is a threshold, and there will be a huge gain.
Pushing open the door of his office, Han Fei heard the call of Brother Fake Tree as soon as he entered.
"Team leader! Were you beaten? Why is there blood on your nose?"
"I was punched ten meters away by Zhao Qian." Han Fei curled his lips and was speechless: "Do your job well, who in the leader's office would hit someone?"
"That's not necessarily true. I saw the news yesterday and a parent ran into the school office and beat up the principal."
"The news... will inevitably be a bit exaggerated. By the way, is that parent's face mosaic?"
"No, but his dressing style feels very familiar to me." Brother Fake Tree touched his chin: "It feels inexplicably familiar."
When Han Fei was talking to Brother Fake Tree, Li Guoer stared at Han Fei's pale face for a long time, and she seemed to feel something.
After a busy day, it was finally time to get off work. In order to complete the shrine task, Han Fei wanted to make an exception and work overtime for half an hour, but he suddenly received a call from his wife.
"What happened at home?"
"After I picked up Fu Tianxia from school, I wanted to stop by to see Fu Sheng, but their teacher said that Fu Sheng didn't go to school at all today!"
"Didn't go to school?!" Han Fei stood up and immediately started to tidy up the desktop: "Don't worry, I'll be there right away! Where are you now?"
"I'm still here at school."
After hanging up the phone, Han Fei put on his coat and ran out of the company.
He left in a hurry and didn't realize that after he ran out of the company, Li Guoer and Zhao Qian stood by the window and stared at his retreating figure as if they had discussed it in private.
Both of them pretended to be busy with other things, but their eyes were looking at the same place, but the emotions in their eyes were completely different.
