Chapter 115 What kind of singer should a chef be! Delivered)
Wang Long was very fast and returned to the company out of breath less than half an hour after Lu Yuan hung up the phone.
Lu Yuan felt a little relieved when he saw him sweating profusely.
It feels so good to have someone give me a pillow when I feel sleepy.
9.15pm.
Under the slightly dim light, Lu Yuan sat on the table, lit a "red orchid" and looked at Wang Long sitting opposite.
Although Wang Long kept his innocent smile, Lu Yuan could see in his pupils that he was a little embarrassed.
Lu Yuan didn't speak, he just looked at him while twitching, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious. He felt that some important secret about himself was discovered by Lu Yuan, and he became more and more uncomfortable.
He didn't even know if it was his imagination, but he felt that Lu Yuan's eyes were getting sharper.
Lu Yuan did not discover any secrets about Wang Long.
He was just looking at Wang Long's figure while thinking about how to order chef uniforms and what dishes he should cook in the future and what type he would focus on.
He has been planning and scheming.
Why don't you make a nutritious breakfast? People nowadays are getting richer and richer, so they are paying more and more attention to health. If you make a nutritious breakfast, you should be able to make a fortune. In addition, Wang Long's breakfast quality is better than other chefs.
Much better.
In addition to breakfast, you can also cook dinner. I used to want to open a fast food restaurant, but now I think about it, it is much more profitable to build your own brand than a fast food restaurant...
"Lu, Mr. Lu, you...don't look at me like that, I'm so scared..." Lu Yuan was meditating, but Wang Long over there felt his hair standing on end, and he felt more and more something was wrong. Finally,
He broke the silence.
"Haha, don't panic..." Lu Yuan put out his cigarette butt and smiled.
"Um...Mr. Lu, what do you mean by hanging out with you..." Wang Long couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Literally speaking, I think you are a talented person, and having a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan is really a bit unfair."
"There's nothing wrong with bending your talents, Mr. Lu, I just want to earn a living..." Wang Long looked at Lu Yuan tentatively, his voice slightly timid.
"Are you afraid of failure?"
"I... to be honest, I'm scared." Wang Long lowered his head, "After all, I am already in my thirties now, and I can no longer bear failure, just like your song "Old Boy"... In fact, I particularly like your song "Old Boy"
"Old Boy", that song was written and sung very realistically."
"You need a platform."
"But……"
"Do you have a dream?"
"have."
"That's good. If you have a dream, go and chase it."
"I..." Wang Long hesitated, "But..."
"You just need to listen to me and do it. Although your dream is far out of reach, as long as you get closer every day, you can achieve it!" Lu Yuan encouraged Wang Long and gave out Chicken Soup for the Soul without hesitation.
"Can I?" Although Lu Yuan's words shocked Wang Long a little, he still didn't have much confidence.
"Well, it's okay. I believe you. I understand how you feel now. After all, anyone will doubt themselves after failing..." Lu Yuan laughed.
He thought Wang Lung was a bit interesting.
"But, that requires a lot of money..." Wang Long lowered his head and looked out the window, seeming to be lost in memories of the past.
"You don't need to worry about money, just leave it to me."
"Mr. Lu, I..." Wang Long looked up. When he saw Lu Yuan's sincere eyes, he suddenly became very excited, and his words gradually became dry for a while.
This is a feeling of meeting Bole, this is a kind of touching feeling.
"Tell me, what else do you need or request now? As long as I have it, I can provide it to you..." Lu Yuan patted his chest.
He estimated that no matter how big the investment was, a hotel would not require much money. Although he was gradually starting to run out of money, he would still have money.
"I……"
"Speak up, don't be nervous and don't be afraid of failure. Failure is the mother of success. Who hasn't experienced failure?" Lu Yuan continued to pour a wave of chicken soup.
"Mr. Lu, I have almost prepared the other singles. I just need a title song and the money to release the album. I... I did the math, and I think it will be around 450,000 yuan..." Wang
Long raised his head, and his eyes gradually turned from the loss and lack of confidence at the beginning to intense ones.
"It doesn't matter, I'll take care of it. Um, wait...album, title song?" Lu Yuan suddenly looked at Wang Long.
Something didn't sound right to him.
Album?
Title song?
That’s not right!
Are we talking about the same topic?
"Yes, my dream has always been to be a singer..."
"So the reason why you opened a restaurant before and closed it down is because..."
"I made money by opening a restaurant to prepare for my first album. However, because there were no publicity channels, the album not only lost money but also owed a lot of debt. In order to pay off the debt, I transferred the hotel, but unfortunately it was not enough, so I kept doing odd jobs.
To pay off the debt, I just paid off all the debts this year..." Wang Long lowered his head.
"So, you don't want to be a chef?"
"I want to be a singer."
"If someone asked you to open a restaurant, you wouldn't go there?"
"Well, to be honest with Mr. Lu, I, I am indeed a little unwilling..."
"..."
After hearing this, Lu Yuan took a deep breath.
Oh my god.
All this is completely different from the script I imagined.
He is a chef and wants to be a singer...
The restaurant closed down not because of poor management but because of preparations for his first album, which ended up losing money...
So, is all this just wishful thinking?
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay...I'm a little tired."
"Oh, Mr. Lu, what should I do next?"
"Nothing to do."
"Oh, do I want to show you the albums I've created over the years?"
"No, you go and do your work first."
"Ah? Then I'll wait for your instructions?" Wang Long looked at Lu Yuan who was slowly climbing onto the bed.
"Um."
Lu Yuan nodded intentionally or unintentionally.
At this moment, he felt tired again.
"Then Mr. Lu, I won't disturb your rest. I will come over on time to make breakfast tomorrow."
Although he didn't know that Lu Yuan suddenly felt uncomfortable, Wang Long turned around and left the company very excitedly.
Before leaving, he looked back at the word "entertainment" on the company name again. When he thought that he would be a formal employee of the company after the company moved, he took a deep breath...
My heart that was already dead seemed to come to life at this moment.
"..."
As for Lu Yuan, he closed his eyes and lay there, looking weak and unable to think of anything to respond to Wang Long's words.
What was originally planned has completely collapsed in an instant.
A chef dreams of becoming a singer...
Your cooking skills are so good, why don't you pursue this promising career as a chef?
Be a chicken singer!
Is there anything more ridiculous than this?
At this time, his cell phone rang...
"Ayuan, how's it going? Did the chef say anything?"
"Dad, please help me find a chef."
"Ah? Didn't you say you have..."
"It used to be there, but now it seems like it's gone."
"????"
Lu Yuan's father on the other end of the phone didn't understand what Lu Yuan said.
What does this mean?
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Although Lu Yuan's filming progress was still bumpy in the following days, Fatty Wei found that Wang Long was in extremely good spirits. After making breakfast every day, he would always run to the crew full of motivation to do something.
In his free time, he even helped the crew carry and rummage bags and carry heavy props.
Seeing Wang Long's fighting spirit so high, Fatty Wei suddenly felt that it was worth every penny.
Isn't it worth buying three thousand yuan for such a hard-working person who is both a chef and a handyman?
It’s absolutely worth it!
Lu Yuan felt a little weird, but he couldn't say anything for a while. He had vowed to let Wang Long mix with him before, but now he still feels a little uncomfortable thinking about it...
I shouldn't have said that pretentious thing.
Although this was a misunderstanding, seeing Wang Long's positive attitude, Lu Yuan could not directly undermine his confidence.
Lu Yuan really didn't want to see a disappointed expression on someone's face. After all, how could a person be ruthless like a human being?
So, what to do?
Finally, after the third day, after Lu Yuan thought for a long time, he finally called Wang Long over again.
“You’re missing a title song right now?”
"Well, yes, Mr. Lu."
"Where are the other songs?"
"I have already written the other songs and recorded them briefly."
"Bring it over and let me hear it."
"Oh, okay!" Wang Long was pleasantly surprised for a moment after seeing Lu Yuan's expression. Then he quickly carefully took out a box from his motorcycle that he had been driving. After taking it out, he handed it to Lu Yuan anxiously, as if
Like a little kid waiting for a teacher's review.
Lu Yuan turned on the computer and put the CD from the album into the computer, and then Wang Long's voice appeared in the computer speakers.
Wang Long's voice surprised Lu Yuan a little, with a hint of hoarseness in it, and the overall feeling was richer than Lu Yuan's.
Lu Yuan closed his eyes after listening to the first song called "Heaven and Earth".
There is no doubt that both the lyrics and the song of this song are above average, and it somehow gives Lu Yuan a sense of imagery.
Wang Long was very nervous, sometimes listening to the song, sometimes looking at Lu Yuan's expression.
Hanhan's face was covered with indescribable sweat.
He has been collecting this recorded CD for a year.
He originally thought that it would be impossible to find out again in this life, and he had even given up.
But today he took it out again.
The bitterness of the past, the failures, and the blows of the past are all vividly visible...
He once wanted to sign Tianyu and Joaquin.
However, he has no good looks, and he is a bit too honest to flatter...
So no one wants him.
He was unwilling to give in, so he released an album by himself and spent a lot of money to make an album. He thought it was quite good.
But a good album is not enough, it also needs publicity, both online and in real life.
Advertising requires a team and a lot of money…
Unfortunately, none of these royal dragons are available.
So there is no doubt that he is a loser...
Half an hour later, Lu Yuan took out the CD, wrapped it slowly and handed it to Wang Long.
He felt Wang Lung's hands trembling, like a poor man trying to climb out of the abyss but lacking courage.
“How much does it cost to release an album?”
"The most common one, plus... plus printing, sales and publicity expenses, is about... about... about... half a million..." Wang Long stuttered a little.
"Five hundred thousand..." Lu Yuan closed his eyes.
"Yes..." Wang Long lowered his head, he did not dare to look at Lu Yuan.
He has no confidence.
Five hundred thousand is not a small amount.
And now he is a singer without any fame, no, a cook who is not even a singer...
Is this really a chance?
No kidding...
"I'll help you write a title song. You record it first and let me listen to it. If possible, we can talk about it later." Lu Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Wang Long.