In the dark classroom, Han Fei took notes while watching movies. In fact, this kind of life is really comfortable. Compared with the obscure Chinese language, this kind of course is simply an enjoyment for students.

    He was fascinated. His mobile phone shook in his pocket. Han Fei saw that it was le Jianming who asked him if he was interested in the award ceremony.

    Han Fei jokingly replied, "if you can win a prize, you''ll be interested."

    Unexpectedly, before long, Le Jianming really replied: "come to the company for a detailed discussion."

    "Lying in the trough is not fun, really?" Han Fei really made some trouble and didn''t understand Le Jianming''s idea. Did he want to win himself over?

    The professor cleared his throat: "Han Fei, tell me about the mental journey of the male host Dawes."

    Han Fei:

    After class, Han Fei thought about it and decided to go. Naturally, he had to ask for leave. Tao Yuehua''s face became a little bad as soon as he heard that Han Fei wanted to ask for leave: "didn''t the counselor tell you that he couldn''t ask for leave without a good reason during class?"

    "Er... I don''t know if this is a legitimate reason?" Han Fei took out wechat.

    Tao Yuehua doesn''t know much about Le Jianming, but she still knows the name of Huayan. For a moment, there was something wrong in Han Fei''s eyes. It took a long time to say: "Han Fei, your conditions are very good. The college is also optimistic about your future. You should remember that we are film and television colleges. We should focus more on this aspect when we have time. Music is OK to be a hobby, but the most important thing is not to put the cart before the horse, you know?"

    Well, the official voice was perfect. Han feileng didn''t understand whether it was true or not: "yes, but Mr. Tao, do you want me to go? Or don''t you want me to go?"

    Tao Yuehua cleared her throat: "you can still go to the award ceremony. Seeing more is not bad. Go."

    Han Fei:

    When Han Fei came out of the college, he took a taxi and went straight to Huayan headquarters. Not to mention the brand of Huayan, the office area on the two floors of the international trade CBD business district has a rent of nearly ten million a year.

    "Hey, master, give me the ticket." Han Fei paid the money and asked the driver for a small ticket.

    The driver tore up the ticket impatiently and muttered to himself, "little hairy child, it seems that he can reimburse himself."

    On the 24th floor along the way, the little sister at the front desk of Huayan stopped Han Fei: "Sir, I''m sorry, we''re full of singers today."

    The little sister smiled, but the two rows of people sitting in line outside were not so polite. When they saw Han Fei''s appearance, they naturally regarded him as an imaginary enemy. Their eyes pierced him like a knife. They wanted to kill him.

    "I''m not here to take the exam." Han Fei explained helplessly.

    The little sister at the front desk is still smiling, but obviously she doesn''t believe the "nonsense" of the "little brother" in front of her.

    "What are you doing here?"

    "Er..." Han Fei: "if I said Le Jianming invited me, do you believe it?"

    "Poof ~ ~ ~" the little sister at the front desk covered her mouth and smiled professionally. The next two rows waiting for the interview were not so reserved, and each one laughed so much that the braces were about to fall off.

    "Oh, brother die, you''ve used this trick badly. I didn''t expect you to be so nostalgic when you''re young?"

    "That is to say, these were all moves twenty years ago. Did you read them online? You weren''t there at that time?"

    Han Fei had no choice but to dial Le Jianming''s mobile phone: "I''m at the door of your company. Please pick me up. Yes, your little sister at the front desk is very dedicated."

    The laughter stopped abruptly, and then turned into naked ridicule. However, at this time, a familiar figure rushed out of it in a hurry. This person is you Qingsong, the music director of Huayan, who interviewed them. His vision is well-known in the circle. As long as he is a promising song or singer, he is not angry.

    "OK, you did a good job. I''ll take them away." you Qingsong cleared his throat and said to the front desk lady.

    The little sister at the front desk was a little confused. She looked at Han Fei and you Qingsong. It seemed that she couldn''t believe her eyes. Was it true that he just called? Was it really music director at the other end of the phone? When she recovered, the little sister at the front desk suddenly had a palpitation on walking around the edge of being dismissed.

    When the singer waiting for the interview saw you Qingsong, it was like seeing a ghost. When he looked at Han Fei again, there was an inexplicable meaning. In general, it was similar: is this goods the prince of Huayan?

    Han Fei didn''t follow you Qingsong in, but took out a small ticket from his pocket: "can you report this to me first? In addition, I haven''t had lunch yet. Can you trouble this young lady to order a takeout for me?"

    These singers were shocked. What the hell? Reimbursement of fare? Ordering takeout? When did Huayan become so talkative?

    You Qingsong''s muscles on both sides of his cheeks twitched, barely showing a smiling face and whispered: "after talking about things, you will not be hungry. You are a millionaire. You are also willing to report this money to us?"

    "Alas, what I want to make clear is that you invited me, not that I begged you......" before Han Fei finished, you Qingsong pulled his arm into the office, almost calling his ancestors.

    "All right, we''re asking you, all right..."

    Le Jianming looks strange when you Qingsong talks about what happened. I think the people he met in the circle are strange. But it''s really the first time to see such a talented and ruffian as Han Fei. They say they are not afraid of bandits as bullies. They are afraid of hooligans being civilized. The ancients sincerely didn''t deceive me!

    "Oh, Lao Le, your painting is a little interesting..." Han Fei wandered around the office. It was the first time he entered such a high-level office.

    "Fuck off, don''t even think about it." Le Jianming secretly scolded this guy for his poisonous eyes. All the decorations in his whole office look like goods. Such a pair of Fu Baoshi''s [picture of visiting friends with piano] is genuine. We have to hurry to finalize the matter and send the goods away!

    Han Fei is a little confused. It''s just a painting. As for such a big reaction?

    Le Jianming came straight to the point. Han Fei finally understood why the goods were so kind. In fact, the matter was very simple. There were no good works under Huayan this year. The two songs that could win were written by Han Fei. Naturally, they were unwilling to give up the two awards of best songwriter to their competitors, so they had to make Han Fei cheap.

    Of course, they have a "cheap boy" look at Le Jianming.

    Han Fei didn''t admit it: "in fact, it doesn''t matter to me to win one or two awards less......"

    "Don''t go too far, boy. We spent a lot of money just to win the prize for you." Le Jianming said, biting his back teeth.

    "Cough, actually, it''s mainly because I don''t have a decent dress. In case I embarrass you at the award ceremony..."

    "You... OK, we''ll pay for the dress! Don''t push an inch, you boy!"

    "Hey, hey, deal!"