That evening, Ling Yi took Hong Qigong and Huang Rong out for a barbecue.
Upon returning, Huang Rong made a request to Ling Yi.
Both Hong Qigong and Huang Rong developed a strong interest in the world's cuisine.
However, the two had different areas of interest.
Hong Qigong was simply a glutton, always craving delicious food. This longing only intensified after learning about the culinary culture of this world, or more precisely, the culinary culture of the Ancient Country.
At this moment, I already have the idea of eating all the delicious food in the world.
Huang Rong, however, was interested in cooking.
The next day, Ling Yi bought Huang Rong a bunch of recipes.
It's clear that Huang Rong genuinely enjoys cooking.
However, Huang Rong has not cooked a single meal yet, and it remains to be seen how Huang Rong culinary skills will Changes after learning the recipes of this world.
"Hello, you can process certificates there, right?"
At this moment, Ling Yi was standing in front of a telephone pole, dialing the number on the "document processing" advertisement.
Ling Yi wasn't sure if it would work; after all, he didn't have any connections in this area, and it wasn't appropriate for him to ask others.
If Hong Qigong and Huang Rong's identities were exposed, it would be troublesome.
Half an hour later, Ling Yi arrived at a residential building in Heng District 11.
Ling Yi knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" came a middle-aged man's voice from inside.
"8096!" Ling Yi said.
This was the code word agreed upon during the phone call, and it was also the middle four digits of Ling Yi's phone number.
The door opened, and a bald man in a vest looked Ling Yi up and down before saying, "Come in!"
This room has been converted into an office.
It's about 120 square meters, which is quite a large area.
The living room was divided into two sections; one side was an office area where five people were answering phone calls.
They all look very busy.
The other side of the partition appears to be an office.
This environment is really quite rudimentary.
Ling Yi really didn't expect that someone would turn their home into an office.
However, since this industry is considered shady, it's understandable that they can't do things openly.
The bald man led Ling Yi into the office. After they sat down, the other party asked, "Do you want a real certificate or a fake one?"
"You guys can actually do real stuff here?" Ling Yi, somewhat surprised.
"As for your ID card, I suggest you get a real one. It's a bit more expensive, but it saves you a lot of trouble."
"It's fake; it doesn't work in some legitimate places."
"Can you guarantee it's true?" Ling Yi asked.
The bald man wasn't angry; instead, he smiled and said, "We're businessmen."
Ling Yi really wanted to ask how they got the real documents, but then he realized that it was their top secret and they wouldn't tell him anyway. Asking would only arouse their suspicion and cause unnecessary trouble.
He didn't care how the other party did it, as long as it was done.
What followed went surprisingly smoothly.
In the morning, Ling Yi handed over the photos of Hong Qigong and Huang Rong to the other party, and in the afternoon, Ling Yi received the ID card.
Hong Qigong's name was changed to Hong Qi, and Huang Rong's name was changed to Huang Mei.
The photos are of the two of them, and they look just like the real thing.
However, when Ling Yi received the documents, the other party told her that the documents could only be used after midnight today.
They said they needed to handle the subsequent warehousing issues.
As for what "warehousing" meant, Ling Yi didn't understand and didn't ask.
The two were very happy to receive their documents.
They already understand the importance of ID cards. Without an ID card, while it's not impossible to get around in this world, it certainly causes a lot of trouble.
Around 3 PM, Ling Yi received a call from Brother Feng, also known as the big fat guy Zhao Feng.
Ling Yi will join the film crew tomorrow afternoon.
I had just hung up with Brother Feng when Brother Fatty called.
Twenty minutes later, Ling Yi arrived at Brother Fatty's house.
Brother Fatty also lives in Heng District 12, not far from where Ling Yi lives.
Seeing Brother Fatty's bright smile, Ling Yi knew that the song sale was most likely a done deal, and the price should be good.
"One song costs 300,000, totaling 600,000. Once these two contracts are signed, the money will be in your account."
Ling Yi was somewhat surprised; there were so many? However, he remained outwardly calm.
How did you do that?
"It was just good luck. The person I contacted happened to have received a request to sing songs from the Legend of the Legend of the Condor Heroes production team. Originally, they only quoted 200,000 yuan for two songs."
"But I'm well aware of the value of these two songs. I only managed to get this price Brother Fatty to my silver tongue."
Although 600,000 is a lot, Ling Yi is very clear about the true value of these two songs.
The potential benefits and impacts will be immeasurable in the future.
Unfortunately, Ling Yi didn't have the resources himself.
"This contract is a confidentiality agreement; once sold, the authorship rights must never be disclosed."
Ling Yi picked up the so-called confidentiality agreement and looked at it, unsure whether it had any legal effect.
It seems I'll have to go back and study the legal aspects.
Having Photographic Memory memory, memorizing legal provisions is not a problem.
I don't aspire to become a lawyer, but at least I can ensure I won't get scammed.
Although Ling Yi doesn't understand law, he still picked up the contract and read it carefully.
I didn't see any large pit.
"This is our contract; I'm using an artist management contract."
Brother Fatty's company is called Jinyu Film and Television, named after himself, Bai Jinyu.
It sounds impressive, but it's actually just a group-hunting company.
"Broker?"
Ling Yi certainly knew what an artist's agent meant.
"Yes, my job is no different from being a talent agent to you. I help you find work, get jobs, and get a share of the profits."
"However, only the song sales credits will be your 30% cut. Brother Fatty the other jobs I get for you, I'll only Brother Fatty 20% of the profits."
Ling Yi carefully read the contract, not missing a single word.
I still can't see any problem.
Brother Fatty wasn't angry at Ling Yi's attitude; on the contrary, he greatly appreciated it.
Moreover, Brother Fatty really didn't intend to harm Ling Yi.
He knew very well that without Ling Yi, his life would likely have remained just that—mediocre, unremarkable, and simply a life of idleness and waiting to die.
As he gets older and his network of contacts expands, he might be phased out at any time.
I haven't even earned enough for Old Qian yet!
He knew very well that Ling Yi was the only opportunity he could seize right now.
"Let's change the timeframe to one year!" Ling Yi said, pointing to the contract period.
The original contract was for five years, but Ling Yi didn't want to sign for that long. It wasn't that he looked down on Brother Fatty, but Ling Yi didn't have a choice at the moment.
The main issue is that he himself is unsure about what the future holds.
Ling Yi had a feeling that Hong Qigong and Huang Rong's time travel might not be so simple, and that he might not actually end up in this circle in the future.
We'll take it one step at a time.
"This, Ling Yi, this contract is not binding on you."
"I probably won't stay in this industry in the future."
Even if you're not in this industry, you won't be affected by the contract!
"Let's do it for one year, one year at a time!" Ling Yi shook his head and said.
Seeing Ling Yi's unwavering gaze, Brother Fatty shook his head helplessly, but ultimately said nothing.
The dynamic has shifted; now it's him who needs Ling Yi's help, not the Ling Yi around.
After signing the two contracts, Brother Fatty breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, this round of money was secured; the rest could be dealt with later.
They both shared roughly the same thought.
To put it bluntly, it's all the thinking of ordinary people.
The contract was signed around 4 PM, and the money arrived in my account before 6 PM. They were incredibly efficient.
Afterwards, Ling Yi gave Brother Fatty two more songs: one was " Drowning Sorrows," a song almost always found in plagiarized entertainment articles, and the other was " Glorious Years."
They are all classics, needless to say.
When Brother Fatty got the two songs, he almost jumped for joy. He looked at Ling Yi as if he were looking at a mountain of gold.
Having worked as a lyricist and composer before, his appreciation skills are naturally not a problem.
He was well aware of the value of these two songs, which were far more classic than the previous two, since the previous two songs had certain limitations.
He repeatedly assured him that he would sell the two songs for a good price before leaving happily.
With the money, the first thing Ling Yi did was transfer 50,000 yuan home, and then transferred 10,000 yuan each to his older and younger sisters.
He didn't make many calls, but Ling Yi wasn't ready to face the original owner's family yet, so he didn't call.
When Ling Yi returned to his rented room that evening, he immediately smelled an extremely rich aroma of stewed meat.
In the kitchen, Huang Rong, wearing a blue shirt and blue jeans, was busy working on an apron.
Ling Yi's eyes lit up; he was finally going to witness Huang Rong's culinary skills.
Putting everything else aside, the smell alone is enough to make your mouth water.
Hong Qigong kept glancing at the kitchen from time to time, swallowing his saliva repeatedly, looking anxious.
"We're in for a treat tonight," Hong Qigong said with a smile when he saw Ling Yi return.
Ling Yi was in a great mood after making money today, and he was also looking forward to a delicious meal when he got home that evening, cooked by Huang Rong, the universally acknowledged culinary queen of Combined Martial Arts and literature.
My mood naturally improved.
"Good food deserves good wine, I'll go buy some."
Ling Yi turned and went out. A moment later, he came back with two bottles of Moutai. He wasn't short of money now, and he could afford to drink Moutai.
Around 7:30, the three sat down at the dining table, where Huang Rong had prepared a total of eight dishes.
Ling Yi poured A Cup of Wine for Hong Qigong and himself, and a glass of beverage for Huang Rong.
I want to drink too.
"You're still young, you shouldn't drink." Ling Yi shook his head and refused.
Ling Yi had previously thought Huang Rong was around seventeen years old. Yesterday, when buying her ID card, Ling Yi specifically asked Huang Rong her age.
Damn it, Huang Rong is only fifteen years old.
He only looks older than sixteen or seventeen because of his training.
"Why? We're all people of the Jianghu, what does drinking have to do with age?" Huang Rong said, dissatisfied, and tried to snatch the bottle.
"No, in our world, fifteen is the age when a person is still growing, there's no room for negotiation on that." Ling Yi snatched the wine bottle away and said.
"Ugh, Seventh Master, control your disciple! Now he's even interfering with my drinking!"
Hong Qigong chuckled and said, " Ling Yi is right. If you want to drink, wait a few more years. I can't help you with that."