Just after noon the next day, the sky in Xianju was still clear and clear.

There was no cloud at all, and the sun hung high above people's heads, trying to squeeze out the little moisture left in the air.

Zhang Yuan wore sunglasses and rode his own motorcycle.

"Today is a good day, everything you want can come true.

Today is a good day, let’s get the money when I leave the house!”

Thinking about the one hundred thousand yuan, Zhang Yuan felt very beautiful.

In less than ten minutes, he arrived at the door of Lianqing Bar. In this weather, there were few pedestrians and few cars on the road. Once on the main road, he could drive to 70 miles.

When Zhao Haixue reminded Zhang Yuan not to forget to come to the bar at noon, Zhang Yuan knew something.

The lingering bar opens after eight o'clock in the evening and closes at two o'clock in the morning.

During the day, Zhao Haixue and his band rehearse. Zhang Yuan really envies this kind of rich woman.

Most of the bands are in the empty suburbs of abandoned factories or old warehouses.

Ladies, my dad just set up a bar and played a band for everyone.

"The big star has arrived."

As soon as Zhang Yuan pushed the door open and entered, Zhao Haixue stood up to welcome him.

"Ahem, what kind of transaction method?"

Now Zhang Yuan's only thought is to quickly increase his balance to six figures.

"It's very neat. You sing first, and after you finish singing, I will decide whether to give you 50,000 or 100,000."

"Okay, an acoustic guitar."

The other members of the band didn't react at all, so Zhao Haixue probably told them his decision.

But since you have been in a band, you need to know one thing. A band that spends its life covering other people's songs, a band that wants to try all styles, but always stays in the exploratory stage, is destined to be a bar band.

Zhang Yuan has never even asked for the name of Zhao Haixue's band. A band without its own style cannot leave people with memories.

Zhang Yuan held the guitar in one hand and sat down in the same position he had done last night.

After adjusting the tune, I pressed my fingers on the strings and started playing the prelude of "Summer Wind".

Zhao Haixue became nervous immediately, clenching her hands into fists and placing them under her chin.

She most hopes that the song will be good. If she is asked to spend 100,000 yuan to buy a good song, or 50,000 yuan to buy a better song, she will definitely spend 100,000 yuan without saying a word.

As soon as the prelude was accompanied by Zhang Yuan's elongated "yeah", Zhang Yuan sang softly.

"The wind in July is lazy, and even the clouds are getting hot. The day after tomorrow will be stuffy, and a burst of clouds and rain will come, wooyeah..."

The four members of the band present were all dumbfounded. They originally thought that Zhang Yuan could write a high-quality song.

But the current song "Summer Wind" is completely different from yesterday's "The Past You".

Zhao Haixue met Zhang Yuan because Zhang Yuan came to this bar to have a reunion with classmates.

Although she was only twenty years old, she looked in disbelief.

Could it be that ninety-nine points of hard work are not as good as that one point of talent?

Zhang Yuan didn't understand the romance of this song, and he would never know that the lyrics "the warm wind, the mountain wind, blowing into the mountain wind" happened to be Wen Lan's name.

To be honest, Zhang Yuan didn't express the romance in it until he finished singing this four-minute song.

But everyone present heard the summer temperature, taste and story in the song.

Zhao Haixue could no longer suppress the trembling of her body.

Because she is going to be the original singer of this song.

"Sister Angel, one hundred thousand yuan is well spent."

Zhang Yuan walked towards Zhao Haixue with a smile on his face.

The more excited Zhao Haixue is, the happier he is.

“It’s worth it!”

"Then transfer the money now?"

Fortunately, the transfer limit of vx is higher than 200,000, which directly saves a lot of things.

The few people present were not very old, and they did not remember that there was a contract after the transaction was completed.

A transaction worth 100,000 yuan is like playing house for a child.

"Give me the lyrics and music."

After Zhao Haixue finished transferring the money, she extended her hand towards Zhang Yuan.

"Forehead..."

Zhang Yuan suddenly realized that he hadn't finished these things yet.

"How about I send it to you tomorrow?"

"You didn't write it, did you?"

The lyrics are quite simple to create, but the music score is really difficult.

It would take Zhang Yuan a long time to compose the melody in his head on guitar.

"Ahem, I was so drunk yesterday that I forgot about this."

"Don't you even write down the sheet music when you write a song?"

"Brother is a genius. Once every song is written, the melody and lyrics are as if they are engraved in the brain cells."

Zhao Haixue nodded.

Zhang Yuan's guitar playing is mediocre, which shows that his musical skills are not very good, but being able to write such high-quality songs can only be said to be a matter of talent.

"Then you sing it a few more times, and I'll take the score."

"You okay?"

Half an hour later, Zhang Yuan stopped talking.

Zhao Haixue is really good.

Her music teachers not only lied to her that hard work would lead to success, but also taught her some real skills.

Just after I finished my work, Xue Ren called.

"Hello."

"Brother Yuan, where are you?"

"What's going on outside? I haven't had time to go to the Internet cafe to play games recently."

"Brother Yuan, you know you are popular!"

"Am I angry?"

"Open Douyin and take a look. Yesterday, you were live-streamed singing in a bar, and the video of your singing went viral on the Internet!"

Zhang Yuan hung up the phone and was a little unresponsive.

"Sister Angel, is your phone equipped with Douyin?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Open it and see the hot search list."

An otaku like Zhang Yuan who is loyal to Two-Spined Salamander is naturally in an ecosystem where video platforms despise chains.

There are no Douyin or Slowhand platforms on his mobile phone.

Zhao Haixue turned on Douyin on her phone and clicked on the hot search list. The first one was a video of Zhang Yuan singing.

Three of the first five items are about Zhang Yuan.

'Shocking! An original song by an 18-year-old high school graduate sings about the distance of middle-aged people!'

'A young man talks about his sorrow, is it a flash in the pan or a singing genius?'

"Why do we all become the most annoying people when we were young? How is she?"

The way Zhao Haixue looked at Zhang Yuan began to change.

She was the first to realize that Zhang Yuan's nickname "Yiyun" might no longer be a joke.

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly opened his own network Yiyun.

The simple version of "The Time You Were" that he recorded has already received 999+ comments, and that's an astonishing over 6,000 comments.

This era is really the best era.

"It's okay to suddenly become famous. Don't be like this."

Zhao Haixue saw Zhang Yuan frozen and staring at the phone, fearing that Zhang Yuan's mentality would be unbalanced.

Zhang Yuan stood still just to suppress the ecstasy in his heart.

Because of his nickname Yiyun on the Internet, one-third of the comments are trolling him.
Chapter completed!