I have to teach the world a lesson.

Chapter 112 The Sword That Lights Up the Night!

"Almost, okay, not bad, not bad, pretty good..."

"I don't like that word very much."

"You have been running around for so many years, and finally came across this opportunity. Not only must you firmly grasp this opportunity, but you must also prove to everyone that you are unique!"

"In this world, if we want to succeed, we have to push all our potential..."

"Don't doubt yourself, and definitely don't think you can't do it!"

"No matter how rusty and mottled a sword is, as long as it is not broken, you sharpen it repeatedly until your shadow is imprinted, and the sharpness is revealed, and the sword light can illuminate the dark night!"

"..."

Du Hui followed Zhang Sheng out of the door.

Say goodbye to Xu Shengnan and Hu Zongxian.

The sun had already set, and the earth was getting dark, but the sunset glow in the sky was unusually bright red.

Like blood, and like raging fire.

Zhang Sheng looked at Du Hui with extremely serious eyes.

Du Hui nodded, his body was still exhausted, as if overdrawn, but his spirit was abnormally excited, as if a wave of heat was rushing through his chest.

His heart is beating.

In these years of ups and downs, the dream has not been shattered by the wind and rain.

He came up with an album!
But his dream is not only to release an album.

He wants to be popular, and he wants many people, even the world, to hear his singing.

Some people probably live for their dreams.

"Mr. Zhang, what should I do next?"

"Record a video."

"How should I record what?"

"Record whatever you want..."

Du Hui was at a loss.

But Zhang Sheng patted him on the shoulder and pointed not far away.

Not far away, a few students carrying cameras came over.

These students he knew...

Under the flyover in the early morning of that day, these students were running around carrying cameras.

He watched a girl walking over with a microphone: "Hi, did you just finish recording the song?"

"Yes!"

"How does it feel to record a song?"

"Very hard, but very happy..."

"How many years have you been wandering?"

"Has it been five or six years?"

"What keeps you going?"

"Dream!"

"Did you choose this path after graduating from high school?"

"Yes!"

"..."

Du Hui smiled brightly, and although his face was soaked in sweat, he still answered optimistically.

Not far away, Zhang Sheng saw this scene and nodded in satisfaction.

After a few minutes of interviews, the students got into the car and left.

Zhang Sheng walked over.

"Get a good night's sleep."

"Tomorrow I……"

"Come with us to the country."

"What are you doing in the country?"

"Help the business of electric cars, record some of your documentary clips, can be used as MV..."

"Oh."

"Du Hui..."

"Ok?"

"How much more pain can you bear?"

After Du Hui saw Zhang Sheng's serious expression, he was stunned, and then smiled wryly: "Mr. Zhang, do you still want to torture me?"

"It's not that I want to torture you, it's that life wants to torture you!"

"OK then!"

"By the way, I got a battery endorsement for you. I'll help you choose one of the photos you took before. When the battery sells well, I'll give you a commission on the pure profit. I brought the contract. You Look carefully, if there is no problem, you can sign it."

"..."

Under the street lamp, Zhang Sheng took out a contract and handed it to Du Hui.

Du Hui looked at the contract, both excited and at a loss: "Mr. Zhang, I don't have any name now, and I can accept the endorsement?"

"Sign it, the future king of music!"

"it is good!"

........................

Du Hui left.

Take the contract and leave excitedly.

Tonight, he will probably get a good night's sleep.

Zhang Sheng looked at Du Hui's leaving back for a long time.

In the early morning of that day, he saw the ardor of a dream chaser from Du Hui...

Among the waves of wandering singers, Zhang Sheng only saw this kind of enthusiasm in Du Hui.

Such a person probably needs a chance.

Zhang Sheng thinks he can succeed.

Zhang Sheng got into the car and closed his eyes.

Although the eyes are resting, but the mind is always planning the next thing.

Now that the platform is almost built, and the people on the platform are almost here, the only time is missing.

He leaned back habitually.

So far, although he still hasn't made any money, he has a lot more cards in his hands, which is completely different from the situation in August when he first came to this world with nothing.

With more hole cards, there are more possibilities, and with more possibilities, the probability of success will be higher.

Now, just a little bit of success!
His whole game of chess was completely revived.

Of course, before that, he still needs to pave the way and add more chips for this game.

The car soon arrived at Yan Petrochemical.

As soon as he got out of the car, the phone rang.

The call was from Li Bin.

"Liu Kaili was also detained?"

"..."

"It seems that Xu Bowen, the security guard, still has a bottom line. At that time, he was probably really obsessed with ghosts..."

"..."

"I can guess what Liu Kaili said, I know what kind of person Liu Kaili is, nothing..."

"..."

"Li Bin, there's no need to be angry about these things!"

"..."

"I can't tell you how long you have to endure, but when you can handle everything calmly and orderly, you don't have to bear it anymore..."

"..."

"Li Bin, I'm very happy that you can make this call with me, but I'm not happy with what you said on the phone. Don't you just want to be an ordinary small owner of a decoration and building materials store?"

On the phone, Li Bin fell into a long silence.

Zhang Sheng hung up Li Bin's call.

Li Bin's personal ability is not bad, but it is far from being able to stand alone.

If he can't become the material that can be his own, then he can only grind it until he can be his own.

This is the law of survival for ordinary people in this world who want to succeed, especially in Yanjing, a city under extreme pressure, this bottom-level survival method needs to be more profound.

As for Liu Kaili...

Zhang Sheng never had any expectations of him.

Zhang Sheng, who had stayed in the dark for a long time and was used to seeing all kinds of people, did not have any emotional waves after hearing Liu Kaili's "throwing the pot".

He was like that.

Such a person is destined not to be an ally. To put it bluntly, it can only be an ordinary springboard.

Zhang Sheng put his phone in his pocket and walked into [Master Zhao Noodle House] next to the college.

"coming?"

"Come on, Uncle Zhao, how is business doing recently?"

"It's not bad, but there are fewer people today."

"Oh."

The owner of Master Zhao's noodle restaurant is Zhao Zhiming, who is from Guangzhou.

One day more than a month ago, he and Zhang Sheng always liked to chat a few words in their spare time. Somehow, the entrepreneurial dream in their hearts was aroused.

After suffering from insomnia all night, he finally decided to quit his job in the college cafeteria and rent a store at the school gate.

He is skilled.

His sliced ​​noodles are delicious, and he has a special apprenticeship with the master. Although he has to pay high rent and various expenses outside the academy, it is much harder than in the academy, but at least he earns more.

In the store, Master Zhao made another bowl of sliced ​​noodles and brought it to Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng was eating the sliced ​​noodles while looking at the decorations in the shop.

He shook his head.

"What's wrong? The noodles are not delicious?"

"No, the decoration is almost meaningless..."

"I just decorated it casually. The key is to make some money first and stabilize the business."

"Well, Master Zhao, what is the identity of the teacher I worshiped before, the imperial chef of the Qing Dynasty?"

"It can be regarded as an imperial chef. There are many rules. I have studied for three or four years, but I haven't learned all the skills, so the old man left..."

"Does the old man have children?"

"The old man's status in the court is quite special. After leaving the palace, something happened. He had no children. When I first became a teacher, he was already very old..."

"Is there anything left for you?"

"After something happened, all those things fell on the road when I was running around. I vaguely remembered a plaque before, but then my mother-in-law used the plaque to burn it...In the 60s, everyone's life was not easy... "

"Nothing left?"

"It seems that there is nothing, old things, not antiques... but I left a few pots and spoons, which were so dilapidated that I sold them to scrap collectors."

"Cough, cough..."

Zhang Sheng choked on the noodle soup, and after seeing Master Zhao's innocent face, he finally swallowed the words in his stomach.

He knew that there were some things he couldn't say.

After eating the noodles, Master Zhao refused to accept Zhang Sheng's money no matter what, and even sent Zhang Sheng to the door himself.

Looking at the simple-minded Master Zhao, Zhang Sheng felt a little warm in his heart.

During the time when he was cooking at school, Master Zhao was very kind to him. If there were any good things, such as meat and soup, as long as there were leftovers, they would be poured into his bowl.

These Zhang Sheng naturally keep in mind.

When he walked into the gate of the college, Zhang Sheng turned his head and glanced at the plaque of Master Zhao's noodle shop, and looked at it silently for a long time.

Then walked into the academy.

At the entrance of Master Zhao's noodle shop.

A middle-aged woman came out.

"You confiscated the baby's money again?"

"It's not easy for that child. She has no father and no mother. I heard that she still owes a lot of debts. She has to work hard to go to college. We should help and help..."

"Yo, as long as you have a bodhisattva heart... It's not easy for him, but it's easy for us? Our son hasn't been seen for ten years. Whether it's life or death, why don't you send a letter to your family?"

"Stop nagging, here comes the guest."

"alright."

Zhao Zhiming's eyes darkened slightly when he heard his mother-in-law's words, and then he bowed his back and greeted the guests who had just walked in with a smile on his face.

........................

in the office.

Chen Mengting got the first batch of invitation letter samples.

On the invitation letter, it says [Southern California International Film Awards] in English.

Looking at the invitation letter, Chen Mengting looked at it for a long time, and then called Zhang Sheng.

"Who do we send invitations to?"

"To the director..."

"Which directors?"

"A director who has potential but is depressed and unsuccessful. By the way, is the official website ready?"

"it is done!"

"Is there a voting system?"

"Have!"

"Can it be manipulated?"

"can!"

"Is the membership system open?"

"Not yet, still testing!"

"Okay, I'll come and have a look tomorrow."

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)