Wang Dashan is a senior Shanghai drifter for many years, but he has a formal job as a graphic designer.
The name of this job sounds lofty, but in reality it is far from being as beautiful as the name suggests. It is just a drawing machine.
Wang Dashan usually works, and his salary is not high. With performance improvements every month, he only earns over 10,000 yuan, which is nothing in a big city like Pujiang.
In his spare time, he sells and sings on the roadside. He earns some rewards every day and can subsidize some of his family income.
So he doesn't rely solely on his love for music to sing.
After he left Little Red Horse Academy, he carried his guitar and walked deep into Huangjia Village.
Wang Dashan also lives in Huangjiacun, and the company he works for is not on West Chang'an Street, but on East Chang'an Street. It sounds like one west and one east, but in fact it's quite far. He has to take four subway stops every day.
There was light rain in the night sky, and there were brightly lit small shops on both sides of the alley, full of life.
As he walked in the alley, the rain quickly covered his hair and woven a dense raincoat on his clothes. When he returned home, his hair was already wet.
He took off his coat, shook off the rainwater on it in the corridor, grabbed two handfuls of wet hair, hung the wet clothes on the hanger near the door, and then put down the guitar, even though he knew that the bag containing the guitar was waterproof.
But he still opened it uneasily, took out the guitar, checked it, and made sure it wasn't wet before putting it back together.
Wang Dashan was just about to take a shower when he suddenly remembered something. He returned to the clothes hanger by the door and grabbed a large handful of coins from the pocket of the clothes hanging on it to dry.
He carried me to the dining table, turned on the light above his head, and began to count the gains from today's singing.
A total of 438.5 yuan.
Oh, no, it’s 538.5 yuan.
There is also a 100 yuan note given by Xiaobai.
Wang Dashan stood up and found the hundred-dollar bill from his trouser pocket that seemed to still have residual warmth.
This was a child's high recognition of his singing. Wang Dashan was pleased and moved. He smoothed the banknotes on the dining table and carefully placed them separately in his wallet.
At the same time, he also remembered the business card in his breast pocket.
He took it out and looked at it under the lamp. It was dark at night and the light was dim. He didn't pay much attention to the business card. He only remembered that the person who gave him the business card was called "Zhang Tan".
Now I looked at it carefully under the lamp and realized that it was actually a gold-gilded business card. It was very beautifully designed and showed great class at first glance.
Looking at the words on the business card, the biggest two are "Zhang Tan".
Zhang Tan, this name made Wang Dashan's heart move, and he thought of a very famous person, also named Zhang Tan.
There are many people with the same name, but there should not be many with the same name as Zhang Tan.
Thinking of this, Wang Dashan felt hot in his heart.
He looked carefully at the small print on the business card, which contained some titles.
What is written impressively is: Chairman of Little Red Horse Film and Television Co., Ltd., Chairman of Little Red Horse Galloping Technology Co., Ltd., Chairman of Little Red Horse Music Co., Ltd., Partner of Little Red Horse Comics Studio, and owner of Little Red Horse Late Night Academy.
Every title is astonishing. As a half-musician, how could Wang Dashan not have heard of Little Red Horse music?
He froze on the spot for a moment, that Zhang Tan was this Zhang Tan!
The business card in his hand seemed to become heavy in an instant. He looked at it over and over again, and finally murmured: "This is such incredible wealth!"
He carefully put the business card into his wallet. He thought for a moment, life was still the same as before, and he could do whatever he wanted to do. He would not call the number on this business card easily, and he might not even call it in his life.
.
If, he meant if, such wealth and wealth really fell on him, he believed it would be the phone number on the business card that called him.
The next day is the Lantern Festival.
After Zhang Tan had breakfast, he still went out and went to the company.
Chen Bing, Ren Zhicheng, and Wang Hao were discussing the script and shooting plan in the company. Although they didn't call him, Zhang Tan felt that he should at least go there and come back if nothing happened.
Well, he thought too much, and he realized that after he went there, he could not come back.
Chen Bing and Ren Zhicheng enthusiastically stayed with him to discuss the script together.
They studied and studied the script of "The Matrix", but compared to Zhang Tan who wrote the script, Zhang Tan's understanding must be more original and in-depth.
They wanted to listen to Zhang Tan's idea.
This idea is that one morning, Chen Bing proposed to go to dinner together and continue chatting while eating.
Zhang Tan quickly said that he still had things to deal with, and Chen Bing let him go.
Chen Bing is known as the "Detail Maniac" in the industry and is very meticulous and conscientious in his work.
Zhang Tan understood this deeply.
He hurried back home and promised Xiaobai before leaving in the morning that he would take them out for a big dinner at noon and then go out for a big dinner with his uncle and his family in the evening.
As soon as they entered the school, they saw Xiaobai and Lao Li sitting in the courtyard under the sun. Lao Li was making tea and listening to the radio, and Xiaobai was feeding the parrot, saying while feeding him: "Call me sister~"
"Sister~"
The parrot chirped happily and then ate the snacks given by Xiaobai.
One person and one bird have been playing like this for a long time. One person has lost face, the other has lost face, and there is no loss at all.
Zhang Tan was just about to ask Xi'er and Xiaobai when he looked up and saw the two children having sex in the sand pit.
Little Bai was so excited that he was shoveling sand with a plastic shovel with his little butt stuck out.
"Ha, the old man is back~" Xiaobai found Zhang Tan and immediately said to the parrot in the cage: "Call daddy~"
"father--"
The parrot screamed happily and stared at Xiaobai's hand, which was empty.
Xiaobai took another snack, handed it to the parrot and said, "Hoo ho ho, don't call me daddy, call me old man, come on."
"Dad~"
The parrot turned its head, shouted to Zhang Tan, immediately turned back, quickly ate the snack in Xiaobai's hand, and laughed.
Zhang Tan was speechless for a while. When he got closer, he saw that Xiaobai was feeding popcorn to the parrot.
"Let's go, go eat, Xiaobai, go call grandma."
"Okay~"
Xiaobai ran away quickly.
Zhang Tan went to call Xi'er and Xiaobai who were working in the sandpit. When Xiaobai heard that they were going to eat, he didn't know whether he was too excited or something. He was originally going to carry a red plastic bucket.
It was filled with more than half a bucket of sand. I made a few umhhhhhhhs before I finally lifted it up. Just as I was about to take two steps, I stumbled and sat down in the sand pit.
Xi'er quickly went to help her up: "hiahia~ I'll help you, Xiao Xiaobai."
Slap her little butt.
Zhang Tan squatted by the sand pit and said with a smile: "Go and wash your hands quickly. Xiao Xiaobai has no appetite and no energy."
The two children washed their hands and went away. Zhang Tan turned to Old Li and invited him to have lunch with him.
Lao Li glanced up at him and said, "A sumptuous lunch is waiting at home."
He forgot that his wife was a superb cook, no worse than a chef in a restaurant.
