Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

"Of course it wasn't sung by my son."

Hao Jianjun turned off the music, and then a hint of pride appeared in his tone. "But these two songs were indeed written by my son. He cooperated with the entertainment company and made a lot of money from it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers around him laughed even louder. They felt that Hao Jianjun was bragging again.

"Hey, I'm telling the truth, but you all don't believe me!"

Hao Jianjun anxiously defended himself, "My son got full marks on his college entrance exam essay. What's the big deal about him writing a few songs?"

"Jianjun, being able to write essays does not necessarily mean being able to write songs. These two things cannot be confused. One thing is one thing, and the other is another." A villager responded.

"That's right, my son is very good at math, but I asked him to guess the Mark Six lottery numbers, but he just couldn't guess correctly."

"Yes, even if we ask college students to research it, they won't be able to come up with anything."

The villagers soon started talking about the lottery. It was almost New Year, and the villagers got some of the money from the sugarcane and gambled bigger.

Especially during the Chinese New Year, wow, more than half of the villagers' homes become gambling dens.

However, the police station did not dare to arrest anyone during the Spring Festival.

"I really didn't lie to you. Oops, let me search for you." Hao Jianjun said, taking out his mobile phone and quickly searching for the lyrics of "Has Anyone Told You".

He originally wanted to search for "Yu Xi Tan", but he forgot how to pronounce the song title and didn't remember the specific strokes.

Not long after, he found the relevant information and handed his phone to the villager next to him, saying proudly: "Look, isn't the lyricist and composer of this song Hao Qiang? It was written by my son."

Seeing the content on the phone, the villagers showed surprised expressions: "Huh, it's true."

"Oh, let me see that too."

The villagers around came over to take a look and found that the author of the lyrics was indeed Hao Qiang.

However, some villagers believe that they just have the same name and surname. After all, in their opinion, how could Hao Jianjun's son write songs?

After the surrounding villagers had finished watching, Hao Jianjun took back his phone and said to everyone, "I didn't lie, did I?"

He didn't want to talk too much about his son opening a hot pot restaurant, mainly because he was afraid that the villagers would ask him to find a job, which would cause trouble for his son.

Feeling that he had explained enough, Hao Jianjun proudly took back his phone and pushed his suitcase towards home.

He was really tired after rushing back today, and he was also very curious about how the house decoration was going.

His figure gradually walked away, and some villagers who loved gossip started talking about him.

A few minutes later, Hao Jianjun returned home.

I saw a lot of miscellaneous items placed in the yard and my son's room was being plastered.

Three decoration masters were busy at work. After putting down his luggage, Hao Jianjun gave cigarettes to the masters.

After seeing the houses in the city, I have gained some knowledge and know how to decorate them better.

My son said that the tiles should be simple and elegant, not too fancy, and there is no need to decorate the exterior walls, as the old house will only be used for two years.

……

After sending her father home, Hao Qiang took Han Qingying to a hotel near Zhengjia Plaza to stay for eight days so that she could conveniently work part-time in the store.

She studied computer and was responsible for checkout at the cash register.

He returned to live in the rental house, but he didn't dare bring Han Qingying there. In the future, he would try to let Han Qingying come to CUHK as little as possible.

Han Qingying is a girl who is emotionally conservative. Hao Qiang only kisses and hugs with her, and there is no deeper action. He needs to take it slowly and is not in a hurry.

After the university holidays, the streets around the school became deserted and the sales of Renjianhuahuo also dropped significantly, only two-thirds of the usual level.

This is already considered good, as many restaurants that rely on college students to run their business have few customers throughout the day.

Hao Qiang had expected this. Even if the business was cut in half, it would still be good.

The old shop has become famous in the surrounding area, and many office workers come to dine at his shop, and it is not entirely dependent on Chinese university students.

Such a business is envied by other peers.

March 29th, morning.

Hao Qiang sat in a booth by the window in his flagship store, drinking coffee and typing silently.

There are a lot of fruits and melon seeds on his desk. When he gets tired of typing, he chews on the seeds and eats some fruits.

When he is hungry, the chef will personally cook his favorite dishes for him.

This kind of life is really leisurely.

He had just been typing for about half an hour when Yang Qiuhong walked towards him quickly, holding two newspapers.

"Boss, you're in the newspaper!"

Hao Qiang was slightly surprised and took the newspaper.

One is the Nanfang Daily and the other is the Yuecheng Evening News.

The flagship store subscribes to newspapers and magazines, which are placed in the waiting area for customers to read.

He first opened the Nanfang Daily and followed the page that Yang Qiuhong pointed to.

The composer of "Yu Xi Tan" is revealed to be a freshman

When Hao Qiang saw this title, he knew that his information had really been exposed. Lin Nan had already reminded him, so he was mentally prepared.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself and read the content carefully.

[In today's society, there are thousands of paths to success, but a freshman has written a shocking legend with his talent and hard work.

What is shocking is that he is actually a freshman who is less than 20 years old!

In the past three months, the three songs "Yu Xi Tan", "Has Anyone Told You" and "Cao Cao" have been very popular and the ringtones have been selling very well.

Perhaps many listeners saw that the lyricist and composer was "Hao Qiang", but they didn't know who he was, or even that he was a freshman in college, less than 20 years old!

It is reported that in three months, he earned nearly 10 million yuan in ringtone fees by composing songs.

What is even more shocking is that he has made great strides in the catering business and achieved remarkable results.

Zhongda's Renjian Yanhuo Hot Pot Restaurant is extremely popular in the surrounding area and is doing booming business, with monthly profits reaching an astonishing 200,000 yuan...

Hao Qiang quickly read the article. It seemed that the media didn't know about the flagship store he opened.

He then picked up another newspaper and quickly found the report about himself.

The title is "Shocking: A freshman earns millions of yuan a month by selling ringtones"

The content of the article was somewhat exaggerated, claiming that he could earn nearly 10 million yuan a month, but it is undeniable that his three songs were indeed popular all over the country.

Hao Qiang finished reading the report happily, then picked up a cup of tea and savored it carefully.

"Boss, you are going to be famous!" Yang Qiuhong took the teapot and added some tea for him with a smile.

It is no longer a secret in the company that the boss can sing and make money by writing songs. Most of the employees already know about it.

Hao Qiang curled his lips and said cheerfully, "Sister Yang, I'm already famous enough in Zhongda. I've had countless notes stuffed in my car. You have no idea how much trouble this is."

"Hehe, this shows that you, boss, are very popular among college students, especially the girls. They all like you very much." Yang Qiuhong responded with a smile.

Hao Qiang sighed. It was just too much and it bothered him.

Yang Qiuhong saw the boss sighing, glanced at the graceful Han Qingying at the cashier counter, and probably understood why he was worried.

The other one is Qiu Yuqing, each has his own spring and autumn.

She had known about these things about the boss for a long time, and some of the store employees knew about it too.

Therefore, she specifically instructed the store clerks not to talk about the boss's love affairs casually, especially in front of the two of them.

Hao Qiang is very generous to his employees. Everyone feels that working at Renjian Yanhuo is very pleasant and has good career prospects. They all hope to work here for a long time.

Not to mention anything else, Yang Qiuhong herself is an example. Her position was promoted from an ordinary employee to deputy manager of the flagship store, and her monthly salary also increased from 2300 yuan to 4000 yuan, which is higher than the salary of many white-collar workers.

Yang Qiuhong pondered for a moment, then said to Hao Qiang bluntly, "Boss, I think we can use this wave of news to attract traffic to our flagship store.

At the same time, you can also manage your personal fame and use your influence to advertise for fireworks, just like a star.

If successful, I believe we can replicate the flagship store model in other large shopping malls. I foresee that there will be no problem opening more than a dozen flagship stores in Yuecheng."

Seeing that her boss was silent, she was worried that her words would make him unhappy, so she quickly added: "Of course, boss, if you don't want to do this, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Recently, she and the store manager have been thinking about how to improve the performance of the flagship store.

At the same time, they felt that if they wanted to open a chain store, Renjian Fireworks had to do a good job of marketing.

She personally felt that a talented and handsome boss might be a starting point.

Hao Qiang put down his teacup, raised his head, and looked at Yang Qiuhong with deep eyes. He knew that the deputy manager was thinking about him and the future of Renjian Yanhuo.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said: “Sister Yang, your idea is very creative, I have also thought about this matter.

but……"

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed that it was Wang Li, the manager of the old store.

Hao Qiang answered the phone without hesitation and asked directly, "Lao Wang, what's going on?"

On the other end of the phone, 35-year-old Wang Li replied, "Boss, reporters from Yuecheng TV are in the old store now, and they want to interview you.

I would like to ask the boss, what do you think? Should we accept the interview or reject them? "

He knew his boss's character well and added, "If you don't want to be interviewed, I'll find a way to politely decline their offer."