I'm not a lawyer anymore

Chapter 163 Mid-Autumn Festival

Chapter 160 Two Mid-Autumn Festival
September NO.13, the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Lin Huan studio, recording studio.

"Exchanging the rest of my life, it's me, it's not me, suffering and happiness~~"

Lin Huan wore headphones and recorded the song sent by JJ Lin.

This is Lin Huan's first song that belongs to him in his life. When recording, everyone in the studio was extremely serious. He would rather be slow than fill it up.

At the end of the first chorus, Lin Huan took a sip from the water glass beside him and moistened his throat.

Then he hung the earphones on the microphone and walked out of the recording studio.

"How is it?" Lin Huan put the water glass on the table and asked the sound engineer.

The sound engineer didn't speak, but just handed Lin Huan an earphone.

Putting on the headphones, the music came out, and along with it came the part that Lin Huan had just recorded.

I listened quietly for a while.

"It's okay." Lin Huan put down the earphones and said, the sound engineer nodded in agreement.

"That's it for today." Lin Huan glanced at the time, clapped his hands and said, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone should go home early."

"Meng Meng."

"Brother Lin." Meng Meng responded.

"Send a notice in the group, get off work at 04:30 today, get off work early, and have a good Mid-Autumn Festival." Lin Huan instructed.

"Okay." Meng Meng agreed.

"Brother Luo, I'm leaving first." Lin Huan greeted the sound engineer.

"Well, you go first, I'll finish this paragraph."

He greeted the sound engineer and left the studio with Meng Meng.

Instead of going home immediately, he went to the supermarket first, chatted with his little aunt for a while, looked at the current situation and running water of the supermarket, and waited until it was dark before rushing to school.

Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, but the university does not have a holiday today, Lin's mother specially arranged for Lin Huan to go to school to see Lin Ying.

Cousin, this guy is a sophomore, old fellow, he can run as soon as he wants, Lin Ying is not good enough, he is currently in military training, and he can't run away even if he wants to.

"Are the mooncakes at the supermarket ready?" Lin Huan asked suddenly while sitting in the car.

"The delivery started in the morning. All customers who come to the supermarket, whether they shop or not, can receive a mooncake. Customers who purchase more than [-] can receive a whole box of mooncakes."

"Store Manager Liu also opened a window for the Mid-Autumn Festival in the supermarket two days in advance. There are many kinds of moon cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus wine for sale."

Lin Huan nodded when he heard the words. There are three special side-by-side windows in the supermarket that have been idle for these traditional festivals.

Moon cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus wine are sold during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Tangyuan is sold during the Lantern Festival.

The winter solstice sells dumplings.

and many more.

Domestic product supermarket Domestic product supermarket, Chinese traditional festivals are naturally indispensable.

In Lin Huan's mind, if possible, he also wants to open a restaurant that includes all the dishes of the eight major cuisines, so that people can taste food from all over the country in one city.

But later I found that there were too many problems, so I gave up.

The first is the most basic chef and ingredients.

The well-known home-cooked ingredients of the eight major cuisines are easy to find, and the chef is not difficult to find.But the question is how many dishes are there in the eight major cuisines?There are some dishes that Lin Huan has never heard of. The chef is naturally a chef with a special cuisine, but it is difficult to keep the ingredients for a long time.

Assuming that the problem of chefs and ingredients has been dealt with, there is another big problem-the scale of the restaurant.

Needless to say, a small restaurant, a cuisine is enough.

How big is the big restaurant?
Like a state banquet?

How big is the restaurant, and how many chefs does it support?

Then there is the issue of income.

Lin Huan didn't care about the loss, but no matter how he calculated it, it was all a loss.

A loss of 200 million a year is okay, but a loss of millions or more is too tortured.

Unless the price is extremely high, it is benchmarked against top Chinese restaurants, and the daily turnover is guaranteed to be full, so that Lin Huan's idea can be turned into a profit.

However, the high price has already conflicted with Lin Huan's original idea and completely lost its meaning.

The idea is good, but there are too many problems in practice, so I had to give up in the end.

Lin Huan had a lot of ideas like this, but in the end they were shelved because the practical operation was too difficult. Some things are not enough to be passionate, and there are many aspects to consider.

The car drove steadily, and arrived at the school in a blink of an eye.

In summer, it gets dark very slowly, and it usually doesn't get completely dark until seven or eight o'clock.

When Lin Huan came to the playground, all the freshmen on the playground were sitting facing the rostrum. Everyone was holding a mobile phone, turned on the light, and gently waved the mobile phone in their hands.

"The taste of saury, the cat and you both want to know"

Gradually, the voice of one person on the rostrum was covered by the chorus from the audience.

"It rains all night, my love overflows like rain"

"Falling leaves in the yard, my longing..."

Lin Huan stood in the distance, surrounded by darkness, only the flash of the mobile phone in front of him brought some light.

Quietly listen to this chorus version of "Qilixiang".

Screams, shouts, and with the end of a song, the chaotic sounds suddenly went straight into the sky.

But Lin Huan listened carefully, and seemed to hear a few vague sounds...

Lin Ying?

In the next moment, Lin Huan's excellent eyesight saw a familiar figure in the crowd who was half-pushed and half-way onto the rostrum.

In the darkness, Lin Huan quietly showed a smile on his face.

this kid.

hum!
The moment the music started, Lin Huan froze for a moment.

The music of "The Wind Rises" sounded quietly.

Lin Huan watched from afar Lin Ying who was trying to sing better on the stage. Although there were many things that needed to be corrected, Lin Huan could feel that Lin Ying had practiced this song, and not only once.

Vaguely, Lin Huan seemed to see Lin Ying secretly practicing songs behind his back.

"Walk through this world now, nostalgia in every way"

"Looking at the sky as if in front of my eyes, I am willing to go through fire and water to walk him once"

……

"I used to be unable to extricate myself from the size of the world, and I was also addicted to it in my sleep"

Lin Huan hummed softly this song that really made him famous in the music world. This song meant a lot to him.

"Aren't you going to sing a song?" Meng Meng's voice rang in my ears.

"I'm not going." Lin Huan came back to his senses, looked at Lin Ying on the rostrum, and said with a smile.

"It's all here." Meng Meng said with a smile.

"Such a scene may be once in the entire college career. Let them play by themselves. This is their moment, and I won't get involved in it."

"That's right." Meng Meng nodded, "Their chorus reminded me of when I was in college. At that time, we also sang like this. We also sang "Qilixiang" at that time."

"Hehe, Jay Chou has also become the voice of youth for the new generation. Isn't that what good music is like, passed down from generation to generation."

　Isn't this fist official pure ÷?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)