The purpose of establishing a school to attract the attention of some people has been temporarily determined. What Ye Wen needs to solve now is how to get enough funds for himself?

"Selling songs? It's obviously not enough!"

Although he didn't know how much the professional manager named Nigel Bradley would spend to buy his own music, he knew that even if a song was favored, it wouldn't be sold much - those well-known composers could sell the song so high, but it was not the song itself, but the sign they carried.

Ye Wen now has no signature or something, and even if he has it, he is not in this world. Since Bradley's professional manager is known as the word "professional", he will definitely negotiate with himself with the most professional attitude - to fight hard to reduce the price!

"Since you have contributed the song, just contribute the entire song!"

A song and a complete song are not the same concept at all, and the price is far different. Ye Wen is short of money now, so he cannot just serve the song even though he knows that the complete song can be sold more or even several times the price.

In addition, the funds he needed were too large. One song was copied, and ten songs were copied, so he wrote the lyrics of twenty songs without any shame!

That's right, it's just the lyrics. He doesn't know the rhythm, so how could he draw something like a stitch? Although he knows how to sing these twenty songs, he wants to turn all of this into a bunch of symbols and write it on white paper... Hehe, that's not the area that Ye Wen is good at.

But this does not mean that Ye Wen has no choice. At worst, he can sing all these songs himself, and then ask the manager to record them and find a professional talent to restore the songs. As for whether the restored songs are different from the original version, he can't care, nor do he want to care. He is only considering how much income these twenty songs can bring to him?

"Maybe it's not enough to return to the school, but as the minimum capital, these are enough!"

Sitting in the cafe, Ye Wen was drinking juice while waiting for the professional manager. The waiter beside him had already exchanged him for at least ten kinds of drinks, but the damn Bradley still did not show up.

"If I hadn't been idle enough, how could I stay here and bask in the sun?"

Looking out from the window, the sun that was originally hanging high in the sky gradually fell, and the street gradually turned into a dim sky, and the number of guests in the cafe was gradually decreasing. At this time, Ye Wen heard several waiters seemingly talking about himself in a low voice.

"Hey, that Asian guy is so handsome!"

"You're crazy again, Anne!"

"Isn't he handsome?"

"I don't deny this, but you know, the yellow man in that regard... I don't think he can satisfy you!" The following sentence almost made Ye Wen spew out the fruit in his mouth. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough and swallowed the juice in time, then this small cafe would probably have a tragedy.

However, the sentence he heard later made Ye Wen even more amused and cry.

"Bonnie! Do you know how long he's been there and how many drinks he's been drinking? Have you ever seen him go to the bathroom? Even once?"

“…”

There was a moment of silence, but Ye Wen seemed a little proud. At this moment, someone came in at the door. The manager named Bradley hurried in and looked around. It was not until he saw Ye Wen that he showed joy, and then hurriedly sat opposite him.

"God bless you are not leaving yet!"

"You are three hours late, and thirty-four minutes and seven seconds...eight seconds...nine seconds..." As if adding persuasion to yourself, Ye Wen lit up the n-hand mechanical watch on his wrist who had found from somewhere.

"Sorry, I'm very sorry! Actually, I've always been a person who follows the concept of time, but I've discovered some accidents temporarily, and I didn't bring your contact information with you!" Perhaps to increase credibility, Bradley said nothing more: "I finally asked Warner to agree to sign a band I recently discovered, but those bastards actually changed their minds, so I'm busy dealing with this matter. Sorry for you to wait for so long! To express my apology, why don't we go for dinner first?"

Ye Wen waved his hand, not that he didn't want to eat, but that some high-end Western restaurants were troublesome and had too many rules. He would rather sit at home and accompany two women to eat bread than run to the Western restaurant to suffer. Of course, if his status reaches a certain level, he could naturally ignore the mess. But before that, he didn't need to run over to be a clown who was watched.

"It's better to talk about the serious matters directly, it doesn't matter if you eat or something!"

"That's it, then okay!" Bradley shrugged, took out a contract from the bag at hand and handed it to Ye Wen: "You can check the terms of the contract first. If you think it's appropriate, you can sign it. At the same time, I will issue the check to you immediately!"

Americans are not used to carrying cash on them, either by credit cards or by checks. Ye Wen also knows this, but he did not go to see the contract, but smiled and said, "Maybe you should take a look at these first!"

Ye Wen took out a stack of paper from his jacket and handed it to Bradley. There were twenty pieces in total, one song at a time!

When Bradley, who had a strange look on his face, he thought it was other songs written by Ye Wen, but he seemed a little surprised after seeing the music score that was not what he imagined.

"This is……?"

"The lyrics of twenty songs, the one you want is also in it!"

If there is anything that shocks Bradley more than twenty songs, then it is undoubtedly twenty songs! The song is different from a simple song. It already has the right lyrics, which means that he does not need to find someone to write lyrics for the song he is about to buy.

"Besides you can compose music, you can also write lyrics?"

Ye Wen shook his finger: "Mr. Bradley, I think you made a little mistake!"

"What?" Bradley looked up from the lyrics: "Aren't these lyrics you written?"

"No, I wrote these lyrics! But I don't know how to compose music. I just like to hum a few lines when I'm fine. It was originally meaningless, but over the years, I have also composed some songs that I think are pretty good! With some similar lyrics, it has become my collection for so many years... I haven't learned to compose music, so I can only give you lyrics, and I can't even write music scores!"

Ye Wen shrugged: "If you want to know what these songs look like, maybe you can arrange a suitable place for me to sing these songs to you one by one, and then you will find someone to restore the score!"

"this……"

The situation was a bit unexpected, but after Bradley had thought it was no big deal. Not to mention the other nineteen songs, as long as he wanted that song to be bought, he would have achieved his goal. He believed that as long as he got that song, he would be singing it by the band he found, it would not be difficult to pronounce a super band.

Ye Wen didn't know what Bradley was thinking. He still agreed with Bradley as he originally planned to meet him, and then returned to the apartment himself.

A few days later, Bradley called and informed Ye Wen that everything was arranged. He had rented a recording studio. As long as Ye Wen had time, he could start singing and recording immediately. Ye Wen, who was already a little idle, naturally rushed over and shocked everyone present.

"God, you are so nice to me. You actually gave me so many good songs at once!" Bradley excitedly listened to all the songs, and finally decided on the spot that he would want all of Ye Wen's twenty songs.

Ye Wen was also a little surprised by Bradley's straightforward style of doing things, and he looked at this guy a little more upbeat: "These are all popular songs in the future. This guy can realize that these are good songs, and it is indeed a bit eye-catching!"

Ye Wen sang very chaotic, but without exception they were all well-known songs in the next few years - otherwise he would not have been able to sing and remember so clearly.

Signing the contract and taking the check, Ye Wen finally said casually: "Write whoever you like to write, I don't care about this!"

Because of Bradley's cheerfulness and generosity, Ye Wen was very happy to give these twenty songs, and even said that even if he was not marked as a songwriter, there would be no problem.

However, perhaps Bradley had other thoughts about Ye Wen, and wanted to win over this "musical genius" who could produce twenty songs at once. Not only was he very generous in terms of price, but he also promised that if Ye Wen's songs achieved good results, there would be additional additional rewards.

Ye Wen shrugged his shoulders and did not take this verbal promise seriously. He was carrying a small bag of $30,000 (Ye Wen is a black householder and dared not accept checks, so he asked for cash). He was very satisfied with selling only 1,500 yuan for each song (I checked some information, and some songs written by unknown people sold for 50 yuan). At least for a long time, he didn't need to worry about living expenses.

Back in the apartment, Ning Ruxue and Huayi actually asked Tomi to bring a bunch of videotapes of martial arts TV series - now the two women can communicate with people in English normally, although the speed of speaking cannot be too fast. At this time, the two women were very happy to watch with popcorn. The two women who had learned intelligence specially asked Tomi to buy a few looser pairs of pants a few days ago. The pleasing picture is no longer visible on weekdays.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ye Wen abandoned his distracting thoughts and began to exercise his skills.

Now his skills will grow slowly every day. In addition to the slow flow of innate purple qi, the essence of the red fruit that still does not decrease will be absorbed and digested by Ye Wen's innate purple qi every day and used to strengthen himself.

If this continues, even if Ye Wen does not practice, his skills will continue to improve until the essence is completely absorbed by him.

But this is nothing. What Ye Wen cares about is not the increase in his behavior. Because in the current environment, he does not have the pressure to improve his skills. A few days ago, the group of werewolfs were almost killed by him in seconds like chopping melons and vegetables, which made him a little confused about the strength of this world.

At the same time, the poverty of the vital energy of the surrounding heaven and earth also made Ye Wen unable to improve his cultivation through ordinary practice methods in this environment. He could only rely on his own practice to continuously generate true energy while operating his own skills.

This is also the reason why the two women were not in a hurry to practice. They just needed to take some time to sleep every day and temper the true qi that suddenly surged and was a little uneducated, so they had nothing to do. That's why they were so leisurely eating popcorn and watching TV series.

In addition to observing the red fruit energy and innate purple energy, Ye Wen also looked at the purple star river crystal. This thing was just staying in his body, and Ye Wen couldn't figure out what he was.

"Is it the same as my Zixiao Sword? It's an energy gathering?" Since his purple sword became more and more real, he gave it a name. Considering that it evolved from the Zixiao Dragon Qi Sword and no longer had anything to do with the word "Long and Qi", he directly launched the Zixiao Sword.

At the same time, Ye Wen noticed that the crystal pillar of the Purple Star River in his body was getting smaller day by day. He probably waited until the crystal pillar completely disappeared and turned into a galaxy like a spiral into his body. Even if his Purple Star River was trained, he didn't know how long it would take to practice in this environment.

"Fortunately, there is the essence of the red fruit, otherwise I would probably practice until I reach the age of 100 by practicing by myself!"

In addition to allowing some moves to avoid showing strange phenomena when using internal energy to a certain extent, the poor energy of heaven and earth is also a huge problem for cultivation.

"Why did you clearly feel that you were kicked away by that world, but you went to a place where the world is so poor in vitality?"

A bunch of questions troubled Ye Wen, and the one he cared most was the ring on his hand that had turned silver and almost hurt him and his two women.

Since he heard the upgrade, he has been trying to study this ring, but this thing has no instructions or anything like that. After a long time of struggle, he still didn't find any difference. This time he wanted to try whether the ability to summon secret books had changed.

After looking at the door, it was still closed. The two women were watching TV. I guess they would bother him for a while. After sending the internal force into the ring as they were most used to, I suddenly heard a slightly different prompt in my head: "I detected that the Huntian Bao Jie's true qi was extremely weak, which was in line with the martial arts: Bai Yunyan!"

Then the energy in his body was crazily pulled away like the flood that opened the gate. Just as Ye Wen suspected that his body was about to be drained, the ring finally stopped, and with a crisp sound of jingling, a white crystal pillar lay quietly on the ground beside the bed.

"this……"

Ye Wen picked up the crystal pillar and stared blankly.

He still didn't understand what was going on. Why did he be so powerful this time and gave him the Huntian Baojian practice method that he needed the most?

"Is it?"

Thinking of that prompt, Ye Wen looked at the ring on his hand, then looked at the white crystal pillar on his hand, and finally recalled his way of exercising his skills just now.

"I see!"

Ye Wen didn't think too much about it when he was exercising his qi just now, so when the true qi was running, it naturally started to operate according to the strongest method that Ye Wen could use. After the true qi came out of the dantian, it turned into the purple star river energy, and then was sent to the ring.

As soon as the ring detected that it was the true energy of the Zixinghe River, it immediately determined that Ye Wen was practicing the Huntianbao Appraisal Method. At the same time, based on the strength of his current cultivation, he judged which level he was most suitable for practicing.

After thinking through all this, Ye Wen held the Baiyunyan Crystal Pill in his hand and his eyes were filled with tears: "So my skills are only suitable for the entry-level Baiyunyan?"

At the same time, I remembered that in order to save my life, I sent the essence of the red fruit that was crazy enough to fill my body into my ring, and in the end I got the Purple Star River several layers higher than Baiyunyan...

"It was really right to do that at that time. How strong is the medicinal property of the Red Fruit? Is this a bit too scary, right?"

Some of the red fruit essences can make Ye Wen, Ning Ruxue and Hua Yi reach the level of breaking the void, and some of the red fruit essences can be exchanged for the cultivation crystal of Zi Xinghe. Some of the red fruit essences have not been absorbed yet, and at the same time, there is no possibility of all absorption and dissolution in a short period of time.

"I really deserve the name of that genius treasure..."

Holding Bai Yunyan in his hand, Ye Wen used the last trace of true energy to establish a slight connection with the crystal. He almost didn't need to do anything afterwards. Bai Yunyan Crystal seemed to take over everything from Ye Wen and automatically ran in his body. At the same time, as the crystal in his hand became smaller and smaller, a white crystal swaying in Ye Wen's dantian gradually appeared in his dantian, keeping a certain distance from the crystal lingering purple galaxy.

Feeling the crystal on his hand disappearing, Ye Wen did not stop practicing, but continued to practice according to the kung fu until his body of skills returned to its peak, and then opened his eyes.

As soon as my mind moved, there was no change in my palm at first, but there was a faint white light. Then, with the force increased, a layer of faint white smoke rose, and it looked like a white flame ignited on my palm, which looked really good.

At the same time, you can feel a sense of yang from the energy of Baiyunyan. I think this is the characteristic of Baiyunyan, and the Zixinghe gives Ye Wen a fulfilling feeling. It is said that the ten levels of Huntian Baoji are different. Ye Wen is now looking forward to what he will look like after he has mastered all the ten levels of Huntian Baoji.

"Alas? Speaking of this, what if I use pure innate purple qi to summon it?" His current skill base is still innate purple qi. As long as he is using his qi, be careful not to use the white clouds and purple galaxies when exercising his qi, then the energy that walks in the meridians is still the most original innate purple qi.

He thought of it and did it. Ye Wen directly tempted it. At the same time, he also wanted to see if the limit of the summoning time had changed. But before he could take action, a sound of smashing the door sounded: "Open the door! nypd! I know you are inside! If you don't open the door, I will break into the door!"

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Chapter completed!