don't call me singer

Chapter 575 Brother Han, Your Heart Is Too Dirty

Fu Han withdrew from the music scene at the peak moment, causing a wave of nostalgia on the Internet.

The number of downloads of major music apps has soared.

Some of Fu Han's classic songs airborne into the top ten of the major music charts overnight, almost dominating the charts directly.

At this time, even Gu Xiaobai and Fu Wenyao had to avoid their sharp edge for the time being.

Fu Han has released six or seven albums in more than ten years since his debut. Each album is of a high standard, and there are many popular songs among them.

At this time, under these popular songs, there are also crooked discussions among various sand sculpture fans.

"The last time I went to Brother Han's concert, I also said that I must bring my girlfriend with me the next time I go to see it. I didn't expect it to be the last time..."

"What's the reason upstairs that you didn't take your girlfriend to see Brother Han's concert? Could it be that your girlfriend has a leak?"

A group of sand sculptures below liked it.

"I also said that I would take the baby to see Brother Han's concert. The baby's due date is still three months away, so Brother Han is leaving first."

"Hey, hey, let me tell you clearly upstairs, where did Brother Han go? He is temporarily retiring, maybe he will come back sometime."

"Online request, is there any way to get Brother Han to come back and continue singing?"

"When Brother Yao grows up and takes away Brother Han's property, and Brother Han has no money to eat, he will come back and sing..."

Another group of sand sculpture netizens praised it.

"I've already figured out a story about a wealthy family fighting for property..."

"Hey, hey, you think about our Yao brother's fans, okay? Yao brother went to take Han's family property. Doesn't that mean that Yao brother is going to quit the arena and take care of the family business?"

"I'd rather let your family be rich than let you quit the music world!"

"I don't want your family to be rich, I just want you to keep singing!"

"Yo, Xiao Mian, are you still fighting me?"

"Brother fans gather."

"Brother fans come here to report!"

Brothers Fu, after such a crazy second half of the year, they are now the top traffic in China.

The three groups of Gu Xiaobai's fans, brother fans, and younger brothers' fans are intertwined with each other, coupled with the popular "inheriting billions of family property", it has become a carnival for netizens.

Fu Han has debuted for more than ten years. Since his debut, he has been known as the "Teacher Killer" and has fans ranging from girls to aunts.

Recently, because of his outstanding performance in "Battle of the Kings of Songs", there are also many more male fans.

It can really be said that he is a very national singer.

Those who regretted his withdrawal were not only young people on the Internet, but netizens also exposed their parents' "sand sculpture" practices.

"Why is a middle-aged woman crying so much? The picture is my mother, who suddenly cried out of shape yesterday, and didn't cook for me this morning. I asked my dad and found out that a singer she liked has quit the music scene." ...It is said that this is the only person my father dare not compete with..."

"An old song was played in the activity center for the elderly, and there was a lot of crying at the scene. I am quite confused now. What song is this?"

"My mother and her college sisters reunited after 15 years. They ordered four bottles of beer and suffocated in one gulp. Then they broke down in tears and frightened the baby... After asking for a long time, I found out that it was a singer named Fu Han who quit the music scene. Already, I'm asking for advice...is the post letter very popular?"

Below this, a group of sand sculpture netizens told her: "Go back and ask your mother."

"Go back and ask your aunt."

"Go back and ask your aunt."

"Go back and ask your aunt..."

On the high-speed train from Dongcheng to Beijing, Fu Han and his assistant sat quietly in the business seat, looking out the window.

Today, I will go back to the headquarters in the capital to take over the work of the overseas investment department of the investment company that my uncle is in charge of.

Next, he will be a trapeze man, flying from various countries every day.

In fact, Fu Han has also done a global tour before, but from now on, in his life, there is only money, no music.

Will I be able to adapt to this kind of life?
Can I do this new job well?

Can I take on this heavy responsibility?
In the past, he made music for himself and for his fans.

Now, on his shoulders is the well-being of the investors and employees of Dening Group.

At this time, he was wearing a hat and sunglasses, and there were very few customers in the business class, but when he arrived at a certain station, he was still recognized.

"Are you... Fu Xin?"

"Ah, it's really you! I told my sister just now that you quit the music scene..."

"I'm your fan, and I'm also Xiaobai's fan... Could you please sign me?"

After chatting with this fan, Fu Han's cell phone beeped.

Feng He: "Don't forget to talk about our endorsement!"

"Don't worry, the first thing I do when I go back is to talk to my third uncle about endorsement." Fu Han said.

Feng He sent a "yes" expression.

Next, Fu Han saw Fenghe post a message in the group next door:

"Brother Han's endorsement fee will be shared with me in half, and brother is going to get rich soon! La la la la la!"

Fu Han couldn't help but want to laugh, because he was afraid that he would go back on his word, so hurry up and announce it?
"Really?" Immediately, Wang Haixia jumped out, "Brother Feng treats guests to a big meal! I've been stuck in the classroom every day, and the cafeteria is too late, and the birds are fading out of my mouth..."

"Didn't you study hard and prepare for the final exam? You still have time to eat a big meal? I heard from Xiaobai that you only sleep four hours a day now." Feng He and Wang Haixia don't know each other, and they have a good relationship .

"I usually work so hard just to have time to eat a big meal!" Wang Haixia sent a fat boy clenched his fist emoji.

Feng He suddenly felt that what Wang Haixia said made sense.

"Okay, as long as you get the endorsement contract, brother will treat you to a big meal!"

"What about me? What about me?" Another person jumped out.

"Please! Please! How can you make my brother poor?" Feng He said proudly.

Immediately, the group became lively, and many divers appeared.

Everyone counted and gathered more than a dozen people, and then began to think about where to go for a big meal, so that Fenghe would be poor.

Fu Han looked at it for a while, put away his phone, closed his eyes, and took a nap.

Next, it's a busy day.

I have just taken over a brand new job, and it is inevitable that I will be in a hurry to pay the letter.

At night, when I had time to pick up my phone, I saw Fenghe's message:

"Have you got our endorsement contract?"

"Hey, did you get it... These brats are clamoring for me to treat you today!"

"I'm going to treat guests...give me good news!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

"It's over, woo woo, I don't even dare to look at the bill... I have to go back and write songs to make money. These guys are obviously richer than me, why do people eat me so much!"

"I'm going to lose money today, so hurry up and tell me that I got a big order!"

"Where did you go? You shouldn't have absconded with the money! Come out quickly!"

With a lot of information, it was obvious that Feng He was going crazy.

"Got it!" Fu Han replied with a message.

"Really? It's agreed, I will share half of the endorsement fee!" Feng He seemed to be guarding by the phone all the time, and the message came back immediately.

Then, he seemed to feel that he was a little too much, and said, "Otherwise...you can give me a third..."

What a good brother, it also helps me think.

Fu Han moved for a few seconds.

"I'll give it all to you." Fu Han said generously, and then sent a red envelope.

Seeing the red envelope, Feng He looked confused.

As we all know, WeChat’s red envelopes are up to 200 yuan!
What the hell sent me a red envelope, and you want to send me away?

But... Feng He still opened the red envelope with a little bit of hope.

The WeChat of the local tyrants, is it a customized WeChat? What if they can send large red envelopes?

Then he sees the number: "0.01"

Wind and sluggish for a while.

"What the hell are you playing with me?" Feng He went crazy.

"No..." Fu Han smiled and took a photo of the contract and sent it.

"The letter is to endorse the XX product of Dening Group. The duration of the endorsement is two years; the endorsement fee: 0.01 yuan..."

Feng He: "...I'll never end with you when I send you a letter!"

Through the screen, it seemed that Feng He could see the frantic expression.

"Now that I'm an executive of Dening Group, I have to save money for the company and investors!" Fu Han replied confidently, without any shame.

"I'm going, you're going too far... Is 0.01 inseparable, or you will give me half of it, and save yourself 0.005?"

"You know me too well, you are indeed my good brother."

"Bah, Fu Han, your heart is so dirty! You capitalists...I%...&@!!@@&" This time, Feng He was so angry that he uttered a voice.

"Thank you for the compliment." Fu Han sent the message back, then dropped the phone, laughing loudly.

After laughing, he pinched his chin and thought to himself: "Well, maybe I'm quite suitable for this job..."

Seems better than singing?

Could this be the genes of our Fu family?
"Mr. Han, it's time to go to the evening reception." Fu Han took a break from his busy schedule for a while, and after arguing with Feng He, his assistant came in and called him.

Fu Han got in the luxury car that came to pick him up, took out his mobile phone, watched Feng He scolding him for being a heartless person in the group for a while, and smiled slightly.

The car stopped, Fu Han raised his head, looked at the red carpet outside the door, and put on a serious look on his face.

At midnight, Fu Han returned home smelling of alcohol, lying on the bed, and sent another message to Feng He.

"Our studio and recording studio, please take care of us..."

Feng He didn't reply to him, he might have fallen asleep.

Otherwise, I feel sorry for losing the money for the treat, and I don't bother to talk to him.

Fu Han put down his phone, looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, and took a deep breath.

Pay the letter, come on.

You are the king of singing, and you will also be the king of shopping malls.

There is nothing in this world you can't do.

Become stronger, and then let your friends be carefree and not bend down for five buckets of rice to make the music they love.

(End of this chapter)