The phone number linked to the postman account of Shen Xian has been bombarded with calls.
He received hundreds of text messages, even a selfie of a woman. Although her face was blurred, her figure was very good.
"Mr. Postman, give me a song and I'll be yours for the next month."
"Mr. Postman, do you like it? Write a song for me. I can do all the poses."
"Mr. Postman, do you want a date?"
Even Liu Ruyun sent a text message again, asking for a meeting.
Shen Xian just deleted the text messages with an expressionless face.
Wang Tianqi, Li Xiurong and Ning Cai sat together to eat barbecue.
"Mr. Shen, this is my toast to you." Li Xiurong was very grateful. He poured a full glass of beer, stood up, and toasted Chen Xian with the first glass.
If it weren't for Chen Xian, Wang Tianqi would still be an unemployed vagrant.
"Wang Tianqi will be able to earn money from his songs next month. Then you can take him to the hospital to get a cornea transplant." Chen Xian stood up and clinked glasses with her.
Wang Tianqi said, "Don't worry, Mr. Shen. While I'm still popular, I want to take on some commercial performances and announcements to make more money for you. When I have some free time, I'll consider this matter. Besides, it's not something that can be changed just like that. We need to wait."
Shen Xian hummed.
Li Xiurong poured another glass and toasted Ning Cai: "Boss Ning, this is a toast to you. Thank you for giving me this opportunity."
When Shen Xian brought Wang Tianqi to Ning Cai, he was insulted.
Wang Tianqi remembered clearly Chen Rumeng's ridicule towards Chen Xian.
Ning Cai also responded very politely: "If you want to thank someone, thank Chen Xian. It was he who got the postman's song and gave it to Wang Tianqi. Wang Tianqi's success today is all thanks to Chen Xian."
Chen Xian laughed: "I was lucky, I just happened to see the postman selling songs on the original music base, so I bought it."
Wang Tianqi lowered his head and ate in silence.
"Have you arranged everything at home?" Shen Xian asked.
Li Xiurong frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "It's arranged."
How can it be so easy to arrange things with that gangster brother and those terrible parents at home?
A lot of messages have been sent just now, saying that Wang Tianqi has made a lot of money, so just giving him 500,000 is not enough. He must get another 500,000, otherwise he will make trouble at the company.
Li Xiurong didn't reply and just turned off the phone.
Shen Xian naturally noticed it, but he didn't ask any more questions.
The phone beeped, and when I opened it, it was a message from Zhou Wan: "What are you doing, Mr. Postman? This Is Love is so well written, I like this song too."
Zhou Wan has been interacting with me quite frequently recently.
Frequent chatting will give the other person a feeling that I like her.
Shen Xian was a little worried, and he couldn't let others misunderstand him.
He didn't want to communicate with her anymore, but he was a very polite person, or he was not good at rejecting others.
When I see a message, I want to reply immediately, and I would feel embarrassed if I don’t.
Many scumbags are like this too.
So many men don’t think they are scumbags, but what they do is exactly what scumbags do.
"Thank you for your likes. Have you eaten it?" Shen Xian asked.
You see, this is another scumbag’s style.
He could have ended the topic by saying "thank you", but he asked if the other person had eaten, which brought up another topic.
When faced with a chat with a man who does nothing but suck up, many women usually just reply with "Yeah", "Oh, OK", or "I'm going to take a shower" to end the topic, and will never bring up another topic.
Chen Xian was different. He felt that replying to messages like this was very dry.
This is his chatting habit and he can't change it in a short time.
"I've already eaten. I just want to ask you what you are doing." Zhou Wan asked.
Isn't the scope a bit too broad?
"I'm eating." Shen Xian said.
Zhou Wan didn't reply immediately, for fear of disturbing Shen Xian.
It was another sleepless night. Although Liu Ruyun won third place, she was not happy at all.
This was already her best result on the music show, but she felt heavy in her heart.
The feeling of oppression brought by the postman is too strong.
"You didn't lose to Wang Tianqi, but to the postman. Even if a dog sang those songs, it could still get high scores." Chen Feng comforted.
Liu Ruyun was regretting.
If I had known, I would have broken up with Chen Xian a month later.
It's really fate that plays tricks on me.
It had only been more than half a month since I broke up with Chen Xian, and Chen Xian had already gotten the postman's song.
If we hadn't broken up, would those songs be mine now?
Also, how many songs of The Postman does Shen Xian have in his hands?
If there are more than ten songs, then the release of your album will be delayed for a while.
Besides, Postman himself hasn’t released any new songs for several days.
The three songs "After I Leave", "Fall", and "Wait a Minute" are currently only on Douyin's own music platform and have not been authorized to a third party. Once authorized to a third party, they will top the charts.
Can I maintain the popularity of my new song?
"The postman deserves to die!" Chen Feng cursed bitterly.
He was the one who felt the most aggrieved.
Originally, the excuse of Chen Xian intercepting the email, coupled with a few of his own songs, should have been able to make a splash in the Chinese music scene.
Who the hell knew that a postman would show up halfway.
Compared with the postman, my talent is nothing but rubbish!
Don't waste seconds without leaving any residue.
Zhou Wan had just coaxed her daughter Qingqing when the phone rang.
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