1novels Chapter 26 I only let you work because I value you.
Chapter 26 I only let you work because I value you.
"She just slapped him like that in front of everyone?"
"No way! That's way too outrageous!"
Ning Hao and Yue Xiaojun's expressions of watching the drama unfold were comparable to those of the old ladies at the village intelligence station.
Huang Bo didn't answer, only staring speechlessly at the two good brothers in front of him.
"I told you two that you were both squatting here washing dishes, and when I called you, you didn't even remind me to go to the ATM to withdraw some money," Huang Bo said angrily as he added dish soap to the plastic basin.
Three unlucky guys were squatting in the back alley of a small restaurant, washing dishes noisily around a large plastic basin.
Yue Xiaojun: "That's what true brothers are! We share both good times and bad!"
Ning Hao: "Exactly, if we ask you to withdraw money, would you withdraw it?"
Huang Bo shook his head decisively: "Of course not, washing dishes all night would save you several hundred yuan."
"I'm mainly upset about the 232 yuan in my pocket. If you had just reminded me, I would have stuffed the money into the sole of my shoe, and it wouldn't have all been stolen."
"Hey—!"
Ning Hao and Yue Xiaojun gave Huang Bo the middle finger together: "He even said he was going to the ATM to withdraw money."
Huang Bo wasn't angry. While washing the dishes, he boasted to Ning Hao and Yue Xiaojun about how awesome Huang Yiliang was in the recording studio, how talented he was, and how shocked Wang Fei and Zhang Yadong were.
I was particularly annoyed that I forgot to buy a Wang Fei album on the way, otherwise I could have gotten Wang Fei's autograph and sold it for at least twenty times the price.
This guy is obviously a fake fan.
......
Wang Fei's home.
Huang Yiliang's treatment wasn't much better than Ning Hao, Huang Bo, and Yue Xiaojun's. He was wearing an apron and was miserably cutting mutton.
Wang Fei is really a good friend. To comfort Zhang Yadong, who was heartbroken, she gathered a group of their mutual friends and threw a party to celebrate Zhang Yadong's return to single life.
Zhang Yadong: "..."
"Ah Dong, you really got dumped. Serves you right for cheating on someone. Did you get castrated?" Na Ying said gloatingly, her voice blaring in his face.
Zhang Yadong wiped the spittle off his face. If it weren't for the two bottles of 82 Lafite in the other person's hand, he would have lost his temper.
"His face was only a little red, not deformed, so you hit him too lightly."
After carefully scrutinizing Zhang Yadong's handsome face, Nayoung concluded, "You know, Yuanyuan, she's so weak, can't she just whip herself with the sole of her shoe?"
Zhang Yadong: "..."
"Are you here to comfort me?" Zhang Yadong said irritably.
"Which eye of yours saw us come to comfort you? I came all the way from the TV station because I heard there was a chance to laugh at you. I was performing on my show over there." Na-young's mouth was really foul.
Seeing that Yu Feihong was also coming over to tease him, Zhang Yadong knew he couldn't stay there any longer and quickly slipped away to where Huang Yiliang was cutting mutton.
"Wow! You've practiced this! The beef is sliced so well, so thin and neat." Zhang Yadong said, trying to make conversation.
He felt that this young man was a good person and the only one who truly comforted him.
Look at those women over there, publicly criticizing me again, especially Nayoung, who's speaking so loudly as if she's afraid I won't hear her.
"This is mutton, brother!" Huang Yiliang replied.
Zhang Yadong scratched his head awkwardly.
"Do you need any help?" Huang Yiliang asked casually.
Zhang Yadong quickly waved his hand: "No, I'm not interested in kitchen matters."
"Should we marinate the lamb slices?" Huang Yiliang called out to Guo Jing, who was grilling meat not far away.
"No need to marinate, good meat doesn't need to be marinated," Guo Jing replied without looking up as he expertly flipped the lamb skewers on the grill.
"Just cut five, six, seven, or eight plates of mutton slices, and cut everything else into chunks. When skewering, place a piece of mutton fat between every other piece of mutton, so that you don't skewer all the meat together," Guo Jing continued.
Huang Yiliang was numb.
Damn it, I'm doing the work of three or four people, and you're treating me like a donkey.
"You must be tired!" Wang Fei walked over with two glasses of red wine.
Huang Yiliang remained silent; wasn't that obvious?
Since I arrived, first I set up the grill, then I lit the charcoal, and now I have to cut meat. My hands haven't stopped moving. I wish I hadn't come.
He even said he'd introduce me to some beautiful women.
It turned out to be a bunch of middle-aged women who showed up. I wasn't there to deliver freebies.
Wang Fei noticed Huang Yiliang's mood and said with a smile, "Didn't you say yourself that adding more money would be enough?"
"Although you granted me a free license to use your song, I paid you 50,000 yuan for the lyrics, and that wasn't even the full copyright."
Huang Yiliang quickly thanked her, "Thank you, Sister Fei! It's all thanks to you for looking after me!"
Huang Yiliang definitely benefited greatly from this. If Wang Fei hadn't particularly appreciated him, it would have been a pipe dream for a newcomer like him to receive 50,000 yuan in lyric writing fees.
Although Wang Fei will definitely earn hundreds of times more from this song in the future, people don't know that now and are even willing to help raise the price for you.
If someone wants to ask Huang Yiliang to write lyrics again, and they hear that Wang Fei gave him 50,000, they'll be too embarrassed to take out 5,000.
"No need, Sister Fei, I don't have hands, and I'll just drink beer." Huang Yiliang quickly stepped back when he saw Wang Fei about to feed him the beer.
"Holy crap, are all musicians this outrageous? Your husband's watching right there."
Zhou Mengdie corrected Huang Yiliang, saying, "They're not married yet, and it's not even certain if he's won her over. Didn't you see him working just as hard as you did?"
Huang Yiliang glanced at Guo Jing, who then turned around, and the two met eyes.
There's a murderous aura about it.
"Damn it, is this guy trying to get me?"
"I can't beat those wrestlers."
"Have you forgotten about me? Don't be a coward, glare at him." Zhou Mengdie urged, as if she didn't want the world to be too peaceful.
"Brother Dong, hey you over there, could you ask him to come over and help with some work, like stringing some chives?" Huang Yiliang said, gesturing with his chin.
Zhang Yadong followed Huang Yiliang's gaze.
It's Yang Kun.
This guy came with Guo Jing, and he mingled among the women, flirting with them and occasionally telling a few risqué jokes, making a group of middle-aged women laugh out loud.
"Yang Kun, come help me!" Zhang Yadong waved and called out, "And bring me two cans of beer, ice cold."
"That's just how Fei is. She only asks you to do work for her close friends. Didn't you see she didn't even call Yang Kun?" Zhang Yadong explained for Wang Fei after she left.
"I know, thank you, Brother Dong!" Huang Yiliang nodded.
He was well aware of this; Wang Fei was indeed rather cold, and if she didn't like you, she wouldn't even bother to glance at you.
"No need to thank me, just ask Yuanyuan to get that breakup song back," Zhang Yadong said.
"No, you really don't care?"
"I thought you didn't even want to mention the other person's name," Huang Yiliang said admiringly to Zhang Yadong.
Putting everything else aside, this person has a really good temper and a really thick skin.
"You young people! You have too little life experience."
"Don't you think about how many relationships I've been through? I've dated, been married, and even divorced twice. Breaking up and getting back together is a normal thing."
Zhang Yadong waved his hand casually, thoroughly enjoying the admiring glances from Huang Yiliang and the other young people.