"Okay, Mr. Lin, don't worry, I'll definitely pass it on when they get back. I'm really sorry, they're doing a closed-door shoot this time, so I really can't get in touch with them."
"Of course, of course. Don't worry, I'll contact you as soon as Feng Xiaoyun gets back! No need, no need. It's my duty!"
Sister Chen hung up the phone helplessly. Mr. Lin from Hotwind Entertainment had made countless calls recently just to contact Feng Xiaoyun.
Because Feng Xiaoyun wrote a European song for a mixed-race singer of Hot Wind at that time, but unexpectedly the song became extremely popular in Europe and the United States.
Unlike other songs written by Feng Xiaoyun, if it is a Chinese song, he wrote so many in one breath. Even if he is asked to write two more classic songs, he has to shoot them slowly and wait for the release of the album.
He has only written this one song in the European language, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is now well-known in Europe. Therefore, Hot Wind Entertainment wants to ask Feng Xiaoyun to strike while the iron is hot and help them write another European language song to consolidate the market.
The person who called ranged from an agent and singer to the president of Hotwind Entertainment, and the fee quoted was an exaggerated 50%, which means that for every 100 yuan of revenue from this song, Feng Xiaoyun would get 50 yuan.
Of course, it is impossible for Sister Chen to not be able to contact Yan Zi and Feng Xiaoyun, but even though they are all familiar with each other, Yan Zi and the others are the bosses after all, so Sister Chen still knows what to do.
When the two of them left, they were told not to look for them unless it was something important. Although Sister Chen knew that the two of them probably just wanted to find an opportunity to be alone, since the boss said so, of course she would do it.
Before Yan Zi makes a decision, she can offer suggestions and advice, but once a decision is made, she will be a faithful executor.
In her opinion, the matter of Hot Wind Entertainment has not yet risen to the level of an important matter. Well, it may be very important to Hot Wind Entertainment, but to Feng Xiaoyun, those so-called high copyright fees are really not important at all.
But you have to say, this song "baby, baby" is really brainwashing. Sister Chen put the matter behind her while humming the song.
And now Feng Xiaoyun and Yan Zi are doing something that they, oh no, Yan Zi thinks is extremely important - making snacks.
Ever since the success of the fortune cookies last time, Yan Zi has been interested in making snacks by himself.
It is said that what the superior likes, the subordinates will like even more. Although Feng Xiaoyun and Yan Zi have not yet figured out who is superior and who is inferior, Feng Xiaoyun still recorded teaching videos with many pastry masters he knows.
Now Yan Zi is learning to make a dish of honey rose taro.
The finished product was not yet made, but Feng Xiaoyun felt a little full, because Yan Zi could never make it as perfect as in the video, so those semi-finished products went into Feng Xiaoyun's stomach in accordance with the principle of not wasting them.
"Ding Dong!" The doorbell rang. The two were a little surprised. With the recent new round of temperature drop in Hong Kong, few people came to drink tea in the morning.
"Welcome!" Of course, you have to greet people when they come. Yan Zi has no time, so Feng Xiaoyun walked out.
The man who came was a fat man, not particularly fat, but a little wider than a normal person. He had a pair of squinting eyes, and it looked like he was smiling with his eyes closed at any time.
"This is Yixin Teahouse, right?" asked the fat man, who seemed to have come here because of its reputation.
Feng Xiaoyun smiled and nodded, inviting him to sit down: "Would you like some tea?"
"No need~" As soon as the fat man said that, he remembered that this was a teahouse where people did business, so he immediately changed his words and said, "Okay, just a cup of tea will be fine."
"How about black tea? Lapsang Souchong, perfect for this weather."
"Okay!" The fat man replied absentmindedly and then looked around at the teahouse recommended by his friend.
Soon a cup of tea was served. Feng Xiaoyun was about to leave when the fat man stopped him.
"Um~" After hesitating for a moment, the fat man seemed very embarrassed, but for his own happiness, he still mustered up the courage to ask: "Can you~~"
After thinking about the wording, the fat man finally managed to say, "I heard that you can help people find love here?"
Before Feng Xiaoyun could say anything, Yan Zi, who was making refreshments behind the bar, couldn't help but chuckle. "What the hell? A matchmaking? This is a teahouse, not a temple!"
Feng Xiaoyun was also stunned, and then said uncertainly: "We can indeed provide some small help to men and women who are on blind dates or dates, but in fact, whether two people can be together still depends on whether they are suitable for each other."
After all, some people are not very suitable for each other, and even with the help of Feng Xiaoyun and Yan Zi, it is still difficult for them to get together.
"Well~" The fat man thought about it and made up his mind, then told his situation in detail.
It turns out that the fat man's surname is Li, and he is an artist, not the traditional kind of artist, but a comic artist.
He is not very famous. Although the comics he drew were serialized, they were not very popular and even a single volume has not been published yet.
Then last month, a friend in the industry took him to an art exhibition, saying that he wanted to be influenced by the art of painting.
As a result, by chance, I met a woman at the art exhibition, and we got along quite well. Later, we exchanged contact information and became friends.
Then the fat man found that he couldn't continue painting recently. It seemed that he was thinking about that woman all the time, to the point that he couldn't eat or drink.
Even someone like Fatty, who has been single since birth, knew he was in love with the other person, but what should he do next? They were just ordinary friends now, chatting only about paintings or news gossip. He didn't even know whether he should confess his feelings.
Then he accidentally heard a friend say that he had a blind date in this teahouse and it was successful with the help of the waiters and tea artists in the teahouse, so he became interested.
I asked indirectly about the location of the teahouse and mustered up the courage to make an appointment with the person I liked to meet there in the afternoon.
But he always felt uneasy in his heart, so he ran here early in the morning. As for what he was going to do, he actually didn't know.
After listening to Fatty Li's story, Feng Xiaoyun asked uncertainly, "So, Fatty, do you need me to give you some relationship training first?"
"That's right!" The fat man asked doubtfully, "You are so young, are you really..."
Well, this is a lack of confidence in one's own abilities. Feng Xiaoyun pointed at Yan Zi, who was listening to gossip at the bar counter and said, "My wife, the nationally certified one, how is she? Is she pretty?"
Although Yan Zi wore a wig and glasses, his appearance was still one in a million. Although he felt that he was a little inferior to the person he liked, he still nodded in agreement.
However, this also made the fat man believe Feng Xiaoyun. After all, when a person says that he is rich, others may not believe it, but if you find that his house is decorated in ancient Chinese style, then it means that he is most likely really rich.
Anyway, he had already said it, and for his own happiness, the fat man was willing to risk it all: "If you can help me chase this girl, you are my brother, Brother Yun!"
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