How did I become famous?

Chapter 136 Writing a Song (Three Updates, 10,000 Words! Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

Liu Mang, who had been stood up all day, finally arrived.

He moved stealthily, like a thief, glancing left and right as if afraid of being discovered. He even had a guitar case slung over his back.

When he arrived at the company building, he quietly took out his keys and went into the nail salon next door, which had already closed down. Then he quietly sent a message to Fang Bie.

"The person has arrived; is the target at the company?"

"The target just left for school today, come on up, hurry up!"

Liu Mang then swaggered back to the company.

Fang was already waiting for him in the living room.

"Old Fang, what are you doing? You're making me feel like a thief." Liu Mang started complaining as soon as he arrived.

Fang tossed him a cigarette: "Stop talking nonsense, you have to help me with this. My future depends on you."

Liu Mang lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and said, "No way, you can't write your own songs? Are you kidding me?"

Someone like you, who can write songs that top the charts, is asking me, Liu Mang, to write songs for you?

Although I, Fatty Liu, am awesome, there are still different kinds of awesomeness.

Fang Bie sighed: "I actually don't know how to write songs at all. What you saw before was all guesswork. Besides, Miss Su helped me complete the lyrics, music, and arrangement for that song. In fact, her name should be on the list of lyricists and composers."

Liu Mang: "."

He wanted to pick up his guitar and turn around and leave. He'd never seen anyone so tactless!

"I've never been in a relationship, so I can't write love songs."

Liu Mang's answer was cold and indifferent.

Fang Bie found it strange: "How did you know it was a love song?"

"hehe."

Liu Mang sneered, too lazy to answer.

You called me and said the young lady might like you, and then you said you wanted to write a song.

What else could it be besides a love song written for Miss Su?

This is exactly what artsy young people like to do.

Fang grabbed him, saying, "Brother, you have to help me with this. For the sake of the movie idea I gave you, lend me a hand!"

Liu Mang smiled wryly: "It's not that I don't want to help, brother, it's just that with my skills, what help can I possibly give you?"

"Didn't you crush me before and get the end credits song for that movie? And it's not like I'm asking you to help me come up with a song." Fang Bie pulled out a piece of paper and slammed it on the table. "I've been pretty busy lately, so I just hummed a few lines of sheet music and lyrics. Could you do me a favor and finish the whole song, and also arrange the music?"

Liu Mang raised an eyebrow and took the piece of white paper.

There are two halves of a song on it.

One song is titled "I DO," and the other is titled "Secret."

Liu Mang held the paper, looked at the sheet music and lyrics, and unconsciously hummed a tune.

"Tired of having dinner alone, even if it's just simple food."

With you by my side, life has become so wonderful.

I dream of a happy future, but a perfect moment is missing.

It remains a chord of loneliness.

I think I would be willing to accept the challenge.

And then there's the following: "This winter, the story will have a different beginning. I'm ready, to snuggle up beside you. When companionship becomes lifelong companionship, the table setting will no longer be lonely. I wish for romance to last forever."

And then there's the tagline, "Using the habit of having you by my side, in the future storyline, let's co-star in the best actor and actress awards."

Liu Mang gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine. He was utterly horrified.

The reason, of course, wasn't the half-song he saw—after being shocked so many times, there was nothing to be shocked about anymore. In his opinion, Fang Bie writing a song of this caliber was simply a normal performance.

Of course, it's not because of the following line, "The most beautiful thing is not a rainy day, but the eaves where we once sheltered from the rain."

The real reason he gasped was that even after writing these two and a half poems, Fang Bie still asked with a nervous look, "Fatty, is what I wrote bad?"

Liu Mang felt that if Fang Bie were a criminal, he could beat him to death.

I'll just smear his face with the guitar I have in my bag.

"Sigh," Fang Bie sighed when Liu Mang remained silent. "I really don't have much talent."

boom--!

Liu Mang slammed his hand on the table: "Are you even speaking human language? No, Lao Fang, what exactly do you want me to do? Did you call me here just to watch you show off? Now that you've done your thing, can I leave? Or do I have to yell '666' for you before I go?"

Fang Bie had no idea why he was so angry: "Damn it! You're not going to help your brother when he needs it? Fine, Fatty, don't even think about getting scripts from me again. I'm telling you, this is the end of our relationship."

Liu Mang was furious but couldn't vent his anger.

Was he tricked?

Of course I was tricked!

What else can we do? Just stare in disbelief and shout "666"?

He felt that Fang Bie's actions were not very ethical.

Why can't you show off your knowledge by writing songs for other people? Why do you have to show off to me, Fatty Liu? Don't you think I, Fatty Liu, have been beaten down enough?

He's really pathetic, really.

He used to be a very confident and chubby man.

Even when suppressed by the film and television industry, he never backed down and managed to carve out a niche for himself by writing songs.

As a result, not only did his original profession of filmmaking suffer a ruthless blow from Fang Bie, but even his songwriting was severely impacted.

Afterwards, Miss Su's perfect attitude towards other people made Liu Mang and the others collectively envious.

But they were a perfect match, and it wasn't their place to object.

If Fang is going to show off, then so be it. He goes and shows off to the people outside, and Liu Mang and the others watch with amusement.

But why did you put on this act for me, Liu Mang?

That's fine, if it just happens to happen, then so be it.

But you even called me, Liu, early in the morning to wake me up and come over to watch you show off?

That won't do!

although

Okay, he admits, he was indeed fooled.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work!" Fang Bie took out the guitar that Liu Mang had brought. "You just eat for free and get paid without doing any work, so I have to find you something to do."

"By the way, how do you play the guitar?"

Liu Mang: "."

Several hours later, the ashtray on the table was piled high with cigarette butts.

Liu Mang said weakly, "No, I really can't."

"Hurry up!" Fang Bie patted him on the shoulder. "A man can't say no! Besides, Miss Su was able to finish the song for me in one night, how come you're so unhelpful?"

"Then why don't you go and get that rich girl to finish it for you!"

Fang Bie chuckled, took a card out of his pocket and stuffed it into Liu Mang's pocket: "Ten thousand yuan, just a small token, please help me out."

This was his last available bank account.

The majority of his assets are held by his young mistress.

He gave all the money he kept to Lao Wu and the others to cover their expenses for renting a house and making games.

Now all he has left is this 100,000 yuan.

He practically squandered his entire fortune in order to produce a song for the young lady.

Liu Mang understood immediately and clicked his tongue: "Old Fang, I always thought you had nothing but talent, and I didn't know why the young lady would fall for you. But now I know."

He stroked his chin and looked Fang Bie up and down: "You're an average-looking person, and your clothes are even a bit outdated, but when you spend money like this, you really become quite handsome."

"Get lost!" Fang Bie cursed irritably. "By tomorrow, put in some effort to finish the song, then teach me how to play the guitar, and while you're at it, go and find someone to compose the music."

"Alright, I'm paid to do what I'm supposed to do. What can I do? I'm a workaholic, Liu Fatty." Liu Mang chuckled as he packed his things. "Can I mooch a meal tonight?"

Fang Bie nodded: "Alright, this is a good opportunity for you to try our company's young lady's cooking; it's truly amazing!"

As the two were chatting, the meeting room door opened, and Miss Su, who had just returned from school, walked in.

As soon as she entered the room, she frowned and looked directly at the ashtray on the table piled with cigarette butts.

Fang Bie pointed at Liu Mang: "He's the one who smoked them all. I smoked three today, really."

Miss Su turned her head, her low-key tone pressing down on Liu Mang: "From now on, whoever smokes in the company should be more mindful of their behavior."

She then looked at Fang Bie: "Don't smoke any more than three cigarettes. It's not good to be surrounded by Liu Mang and the others and inhale secondhand smoke every day."

Fang nodded hurriedly, "No problem!"

Liu Mang: "."

Are our "special brothers" just there to take the blame and betray us?

You bastard Fang Bie! I, Liu Mang, will remember this grudge!

"By the way, what are we making for dinner?"

The young lady smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear: "Stir-fried mutton with scallions, braised prawns, pan-fried crab meat, and seaweed and egg drop soup."

Liu Mang's throat moved, and he quietly kicked Fang Bie's trouser leg.

Fang Bieliao said, "By the way, Fatty Liu came to report to me today. It's so late, why don't we invite him to stay for dinner? It'll also be a good opportunity for him to see your cooking skills."

The young lady didn't speak, but the gentle and serene expression on her face visibly turned cold.

"No, no." Liu Mang quickly stood up. "Old Nie and the others invited me to dinner after work tonight, I have to go right away."

He's now considered a shrewd and competent lackey.

Of course, it's Miss Su's lackey.

"Alright then," Fang Bie readily agreed. "Don't drink too much tonight; they have filming to do tomorrow."

"I know." Liu Mang waved his hand, then said to Su Mulin, "President Su, shall I head over now?"

"Hmm," Su Mulin responded indifferently.

As Liu Mang walked out of the company, he wrapped his coat tighter around himself.

He glanced back at the brightly lit company and spat:

"Damn it! You two are a scumbag!"

Then he quickly ran to the supermarket on the corner and bought a bucket of instant noodles, two braised eggs, and two sausages.

This is his dinner tonight.

After dinner, Fang Bie, having finished washing the dishes, sat on the living room sofa as usual with the young lady to watch TV and aid digestion.

The young lady was casually changing channels with the remote control in her hand.

I randomly switched to a different channel, and a TV series was playing on the screen.

It tells the love story between a man in his early thirties and a young woman in her early twenties.

Fang glanced at Su Mulin.

She pursed her lips, not daring to look at Fang Bie, and immediately changed the channel with the remote control in her hand.

This is another TV series, telling the love story of a rich girl and a poor boy. The show is currently showing the rich girl's father secretly meeting with the poor boy and throwing three million at him, saying, "Here's three million. Take the money and leave my daughter."

A blush rose to Su Mulin's face, and she immediately changed the channel.

"Why are all the TV dramas these days so boring?"

"Yeah, it's unbelievable," Fang Bie casually replied. "They want people to leave for only three million? If it were me, I'd ask for at least three hundred million."

The young lady tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing: "You betrayed your girlfriend for just three hundred million?"

"That's impossible." Fang Bie shrugged. "The female lead in that TV series is old, ugly, and has a terrible personality. I think the male lead is only with her for her money."

"Only a fool would accept money from a rich girl who is beautiful, has a great figure, is young, has a good personality, and can cook! That's a priceless treasure!"

"You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth." Although that's true, the young lady's upturned lips betrayed her true feelings.

Seeing that she was in a good mood, Fang Bie asked the question she hadn't answered yet: "Xiao Lin, how's the song finishing going?"

Su Mulin instantly switched to a dark expression: "What, you're so eager to get rid of me?"

Sleep now! To be continued tomorrow! 6000+ as a minimum! Aiming for 9000+ or ​​even 10,000!

By the way, a new Pokémon book.

"The Elf Master" by the author Qingquan Liuxiang.

As a writer who reached LV5 with just one book, The Garden of Elves, his elf stories need no further introduction.

I remember reading his book "The Garden Tree" a few years ago when I was still a young reader.

Another advantage of becoming an author is that you can occasionally get to know those author giants who seemed like they were from another world.

(End of this chapter)