Chapter 157 Wu Wanqing’s gadgets.[5000]

"Hua Hua Hua..."

Hearing the sound of water rushing from the bathroom, Wen Yan didn't think much about it. He packed up the dishes on the table and walked towards the kitchen sink.

Well, it will be up to him to clean up the battlefield today!

Speaking of which, although Wen Yan has been a "househusband" for more than ten years, he has rarely done finishing work such as rinsing dishes and chopsticks.

Regarding cooking, there is an unwritten rule in Room 601:

Wen Yan is responsible for controlling the heat of the foreplay, and Wang Luoqi is responsible for finishing the cleaning tools!

Of course, there are a few days every month when Wang Luoqi chooses to be cheating. At this time, Wen Yan knows that Wang Luoqi has gone awry during his practice.

Thinking of the "obsessed" plot, Wen Yan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. After these years of companionship, many interesting things happened in the lives of the two of them, which are all good memories in the future.

Perhaps, this is also the bargaining chip he quietly put into the heart of the eldest sister!

During this time, his life changed a lot:

Emotionally, he transformed from a little brother who secretly harbored the idea of ​​"having hair from the bottom up" to a man who blatantly teased his elder sister.

Especially the test at the dinner table not long ago made him understand that Wang Luoqi was not disgusted with his occasional offenses.

Otherwise, it would not be as simple as shaving off the scalp to break through the big sister's defense line.

In terms of career, he has gone from being an amateur who has not yet made his debut to experiencing the turmoil of public opinion on the Internet, and is in a passive situation that is criticized by many people.

Then, with his song "Dream Wedding" and his masterful playing skills, he strongly proved his strength.

Not only did he receive an invitation from the Golden Hall, he also gained quite a reputation in the music circle and established himself as a "song and music genius".

As for the income that this phenomenal piano piece could bring to him now and in the future, Wen Yan didn't take it too seriously.

After all, he is not interested in money, and releasing these songs is just out of his love for music, hoping that the classic works on earth will be passed on forever and be known to more people in Blue Star.

Hey, on what date was the copyright fee from Music Chart debited to the bank card? Wen Yan paused slightly while rinsing the dishes.

It seems that I need to confirm with the customer service manager later to avoid any mistakes.

…

Compared with Wen Yan's twists and turns, Wu Hao's life is a bit monotonous. He just maximizes his name.

Well, other than sleeping, sleeping, it's pretty ordinary.

Tianxiang Club.

Wu Hao woke up from his sleep, opened his sleepy eyes, frowned slightly, and subconsciously covered his waist with his palms.

"Tsk, no wonder everyone says that there are only exhausted cows and no damaged fields. This is really a wise saying." Wu Hao sighed quietly.

Some time ago, he swore to Wen Yan that "the camp is made of iron, and the soldiers are flowing water." He knew it well.

But after Wen Yan left, he never left the clubhouse.

Beauty is like tea that needs to be sipped slowly, and beauty is like a book that needs to be read carefully. During this time, he was sweating heartily in the "Mountain of Books and Sea of ​​Tea".

Of course, in the past, Mr. Wu still knew how to exercise restraint. The most he could do was stay in a romantic place for three days and three nights.

During this period, he was so indulgent because the enemy was about to arrive on the battlefield and he wanted to enjoy his last happy time.

Glancing at the date on his phone, Wu Hao suddenly thought:

Why is he about to arrive at the battlefield? His father is going to the magic city today.

No, according to normal procedures, his father should already be in the auditorium, reading the inaugural speech.

Pushing away the plump and round clothes hanging on his body, Wu Hao also stopped thinking about continuing to drink tea. He hurriedly opened the quilt and rummaged for clothes from the ground.

"Brother, you got up so early today." The woman behind her was awakened by Wu Hao's movement, and she didn't care about the exposed snow.

She supported her head with one hand and put the other hand on her curly long legs, and said delicately:

"Sisters all say that you are a gardener who works from morning to night. Why are you up at this time today? Am I not charming enough?"

What does this have to do with being charming? I am face-blind and can’t tell what is charming or not. I only know that if I don’t go home now, the old man will enforce the family law on me...

Wu Hao turned around, looked at the hot woman and smiled:

"Xiaolan, what are you talking about? Is there any woman here who is more charming than you? I just suddenly remembered that I have something to deal with. I will come to talk to you again when I have some free time in a few days."

The smile on the woman's face stiffened slightly, her eyes turned resentful, and she pursed her red lips and said quietly: "Sister Xiaolan asked for leave yesterday..."

I always only remember the number plate. Wu Hao paused slightly in zippering and said with a smile:

"I was just kidding you. How could I not remember your name, Xiaoqing? I'll come find you another day."

Wu Hao got dressed, went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and then walked towards the door. On the way, he gave a sunny smile to the woman who was pulling down her stockings on her legs.

"Boss, take your time." The woman responded with a charming smile, and at the same time reminded her: "My name is Xiaoyue, please don't remember it wrong next time~"

I never look back. Wu Hao paused slightly as he turned the doorknob, but did not stop and left the room directly.

Come to the lobby.

Wu Hao handed over his bank card to the front desk and said with a smile: "Miss, please settle the payment for Lanxiang Pavilion, thank you."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The lady at the front desk showed a professional smile while taking the bank card.

But when she pulled up the consumption records of Lanxiang Pavilion, the palm of her hand holding the mouse trembled slightly, and the professional smile on her face became a little stiff.

Fourteen days, thirty-six people...

She has been working as a receptionist here for a while, and she has never seen such a troublesome customer. Is this a humanoid teddy?

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Just as the female front desk was about to swipe her card, the lobby manager trotted up to meet her and scolded the front desk:

"You don't understand the rules. Didn't I tell you that the consumption at Lanxiang Pavilion should be exempted?"

When did you tell me this? The lady at the front desk looked confused, but for the sake of her job, she definitely wouldn’t give the manager any trouble:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir, I was negligent."

"Mr. Wu, she is a new temporary worker. Don't be too familiar with her." After the front desk apologized, the manager turned to Wu Hao and smiled:

"What kind of bill do you have to pay for coming here? If our boss Zhao knows about this, I won't be able to keep my job."

"If you don't let me pay the bill, you won't just lose your job." Wu Hao still had a spring breeze smile on his face:

"All walks of life must abide by their duties, especially in an industry like yours. If you don't understand the rules, you won't last long."

"Miss, please continue to help me pay the bill." Wu Hao curled his fingers and tapped the bar counter.

Went out of Tianxiang Club.

Wu Hao turned the car keys in his hand and glanced at this high-end leisure club integrating golf, shooting, and bowling from a distance, with a somewhat regretful expression.

Although this club has complete items and can be called a one-stop service, we will not be able to come back in the future.

He just played here for a while, and the lobby manager knew his identity. Obviously the boss had some background, but he was not responsible enough and even offered to waive the bill.

Money is easy to repay, but favors are hard to repay. Wu Hao would not let others break through his defense just to save some money.

Turning the key in his hand, Wu Hao walked towards the motorcycle not far away and drove his little brother's motorcycle home. Wasn't he just staying with Wen Yan during this time?

Thinking of this, Wu Hao raised his lips slightly, shouldn't good brothers share the same difficulties?

…

In the years.

Wen Yan was lying on the sofa, holding the phone under his head, as if he was arguing with someone.

"On the 12th?" Wen Yan said into the receiver: "Why do you have to wait until the 12th? It's all my money anyway. Can't you be accommodating and settle the matter now?"

"Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, this is the rule of our music chart. The copyright fee of each singer is settled on time on the 12th of the following month. I don't have the authority to settle the settlement for you in advance." A polite voice came from the receiver.

Female voice.

"You don't have the authority, so I won't embarrass you." He said warmly and understandingly.

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Wen. I wish you a happy life." A polite reply came from the receiver.

"No, no, no, don't hang up the phone first." Wen Yan naturally knew that this was the exclusive phrase used by customer service to hang up.

"Do you have anything else?" The customer service reminded tactfully: "We have been chatting for more than ten minutes, and I really have no way to help you solve this problem."

"You can't do anything because you don't have enough authority?"

Wen Yan was very considerate and offered advice: "Can you help me transfer to your manager? I'm so poor now that I can't even open the pot. Let him help me be accommodating."

"I am an old partner of your music chart, and there will be many more collaborations in the future."

While drawing the pie, Wen Yan also implicitly brought out the bargaining chips:

"Miss, you don't want your music chart to lose me, a musician who is a regular on the best-selling chart, right?"

"Ahem." The customer service staff was obviously shocked by Wen Yan's persistence. She cleared her throat and said:

"Mr. Wen, I am the customer service manager of Music Chart. I really can't do what you said..."

As Wen Yan said, he is a frequent visitor on the best-selling list. Music charts naturally attach great importance to such musicians, so the person who interacts with him is always the customer service manager.
To be continued...