Chapter 407 [Extra: Bamboo Sheng] (2) Fall step by step
Early morning.
Yan Zhusheng woke up from her sleep, raised her hand to turn off the alarm clock on her phone, and then consciously got up and washed up.
While brushing your teeth and washing your face, take a look at the time.
Six thirty in the morning.
After washing up, Yan Zhusheng put on a pair of sportswear, went downstairs, walked around the community and the park next to it, and started running slowly.
While passing by the bushes in the park, I saw a thin orange cat jumping out of it. It looked up at her with its big eyes.
Yan Zhusheng took out the biscuits he brought from home from his pocket, broke them into pieces, threw them on the ground, and gave some to the orange cat.
Then she continued jogging.
After returning home, Yan Zhusheng heated up a glass of milk for herself, went to the bathroom on the second floor to take a shower, went out to eat two biscuits, drank the milk, and went to the balcony to open her voice.
It wasn't until the doorbell rang that Yan Zhusheng returned from the balcony to the living room. She walked all the way to the door, glanced at the person in the cat's eyes, and after confirming the person's identity, she opened the door.
Li Luo stood at the door and greeted politely: "Good morning, boss."
"No need to call me boss." Yan Zhusheng shook his head, "Come in."
"Why don't you call me the boss?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment, then walked into the door, put on his slippers, and couldn't help but ask, "There has to be a title."
"Hmm ..." Yan Zhusheng was a little confused by this question.
It doesn't seem right to call her by her first name. After all, she is her employee.
It is impossible to let him call me Zhusheng, it seems too intimate.
So Yan Zhusheng threw the question back to Li Luo: "Anyway, don't call me boss, I'm not old."
Li Luo: "..."
There are only two people at home. , it doesn’t matter if you call me by name or not, if you have something to say, you can talk directly.
Li Luo followed Yan Zhusheng into the recording studio on the second floor and started today's work.
“If you don’t rush today, let’s get familiar with the work process.” Yan Zhusheng said, “I usually practice singing in the morning and piano in the afternoon. I will take a break in between, reading books, watching movies, etc., while practicing singing and practicing piano. , that is, when you record the video, you edit the video at other times."
Li Luo nodded and started working according to Yan Zhusheng's rhythm.
But soon, he discovered that during the interview, he thought the job was a bit too easy.
After actually trying it, Li Luo realized that this was not only overly simple, but also did not require any high-end abilities at all.
It was just a matter of setting up the camera when Yan Zhusheng wanted to sing or play the piano.
When Yan Zhusheng was tired from practicing and went to rest, Li Luo went to the study room to upload the recorded material and process it briefly.
In fact, there was nothing to deal with...
Because Yan Zhusheng sang so well, he felt that he didn’t even need to edit it, he just cut out the best part and it was a perfect short video clip.
What is even easier is that Yan Zhusheng did not set any corresponding performance and data indicator requirements for him.
For example, how many videos should be played in each issue, the video promotion plan, the specific requirements for video content, and even the output of video quantity, there are no requirements at all...
At noon, The cooking aunt came to cook. After Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng finished eating, he returned to the study and started editing the video.
In the afternoon, Li Luo finished editing a video and stretched out on the chair in the study.
With nothing to do, Yan Zhusheng didn’t call him upstairs to continue recording.
If it were before, he would probably just fish.
But today was the first day at work after all. After Li Luo finished the work at hand, he immediately stood up and walked towards the recording studio on the second floor.
As soon as I walked to the door of the recording studio, I vaguely heard the sound of a piano coming from inside.
Li Luo waited silently for a moment, listening to the unfamiliar piano melody inside. It was not until there was a temporary pause that he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Hearing Yan Zhusheng's cold voice, Li Luo pushed open the door of the recording studio, walked in curiously, and asked doubtfully: "The song just now... doesn't need to be recorded ”
"No need." Yan Zhusheng's fingers jumped randomly on the keys, "This is an order I received. I composed the music myself and will not post it online."
"Huh?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment, " The order? Isn't it an advertisement?"
"No." Yan Zhusheng looked at Li Luo, "An order for a series of level background music."
"... So you’re not a short video blogger?”
“Entertainment in my spare time,” Yan Zhusheng said, “My main job is to compose music and occasionally write songs.”
"Can I ask the data of your short video account?"
"Data?" Yan Zhusheng tilted his head, showing a confused expression.
“It’s just the number of fans, the number of views, etc.”
“It seems like there are tens of thousands of fans, and the number of views of the video is usually only a few thousand.”
Li Luo After falling silent, I recalled the decoration and area of the house, and then looked at the recording studio, which looked expensive at first glance.
If she only relied on the account with tens of thousands of fans that Yan Zhusheng mentioned, it would really be impossible for her to support herself.
Looking at it this way... could it be that the boss in front of me is actually a well-known composition teacher in the industry?
After all, I can afford his salary of 8,000 yuan a month. No matter what, my monthly income must be more than 30,000 yuan to be considered barely affordable, right?
Is composing so profitable these days?
Li Luo was a little unsure, but it was hard to ask too many questions.
But the good news is that since short videos are the entertainment of this cheap boss in his spare time, it is normal that there are no specific requirements. Li Luo can relax and don't have to worry about any traps here.
But the bad news is.
Since it is just entertainment for the boss in his spare time, it is likely to stop at any time due to lack of interest.
In other words, Li Luo may lose his job at any time.
Thinking of this, Li Luo also felt a little sore in his balls, and couldn't help but ask Yan Zhusheng: "Um...old...ahem...I have a question."
"You ask."
"Is the creation of this short video part of your personal long-term plan, or is it just for fun in the short term?"
Hearing Li Luo ask this question, Yan Zhusheng watched it He glanced at it and then said: "Don't worry, I won't fire you suddenly. Just do your job with peace of mind."
"If the account is well operated and there is extra income, I can give you an additional commission. ”
“There will be no changes for at least a year.”
After listening to what Yan Zhusheng said, Li Luo felt a little relieved.
Although verbal promises are useless, Yan Zhusheng doesn't seem like the kind of person who would make casual promises.
And at first glance, it seems that he is not the owner of money.
After thinking about this clearly, Li Luo continued to work honestly.
When the cooking aunt came to make dinner in the evening, Li Luo had another meal here, then left and went home.
One thing to say, aside from this completely fragmented and unplanned form of work, Li Luo is already very satisfied with the benefits of this job.
It is probably rare to find such a job on the market, with a monthly income of 8,000, casual work, simple tasks, free fishing, a good-looking boss, simple requirements, and free lunch and dinner.
Li Luo felt that if he lost this job, he would probably not be able to find such a good job again in the future.
You have to cherish it.
This is a time when the family is in urgent need of money and cannot afford to slack off.
Thinking of this, Li Luo made some calculations while walking towards the subway entrance.
When working during the day, it is easy to record and edit videos, and it probably won’t take much time.
Yan Zhusheng doesn't care whether he fishes or not, so when he has free time, he can try to accept some sketch scripts.
Whether you earn more or less, you can at least add to your income. Counting the salary of 8,000 yuan, you can earn more than 10,000 yuan no matter what.
Then I go home in the evening and I can’t stop selling fried noodles at the stall. I still have to continue and I can’t waste the good time in the evening.
If you calculate it this way, you can earn at least 20,000 yuan a month, and my mother can still afford the medicine.
Waiting for the house to be sold and saving up enough money for the operation, maybe it will be cured...
Li Luo pursed her lips and took a deep breath after boarding the subway. .
Obviously the job this time was quite easy, but the burden of life still made him mentally exhausted.
The subway at this point had no seats and was crowded with people. He could only lean against the wall, frowning in thought.
Fortunately, there is finally some hope in life. I hope my mother's condition can be controlled.
……
[Xixi]: How? How are others?
[Bamboo Sheng]: It’s okay, there’s no problem with my work.
[Xixi]: He didn’t do anything bad, right?
[Zhusheng]: What bad thing are you referring to?
[Xixi]: Don’t ask questions knowingly.
【Bamboo Sheng】: Apart from occasionally liking to look at my legs, I don’t have any other problems.
[Xixi]:...
[Zhusheng]: I feel that he is a very ordinary person. I don’t understand why you like him. He is completely unworthy of you.
[Xixi]: I don’t like him now, so don’t lie.
[Zhusheng]: Oh, was he very good before?
[Xixi]: Oh, you don’t understand. Whether you like someone or not has nothing to do with whether a person is good enough.
[Zhu Sheng]: Anyway, I don’t see what you like about him.
[Xixi]: If you don’t see it, then you don’t see it. Anyway, I just asked you to give him a job, not to check for me.
[Zhusheng]: I thought you would still find him to be with.
[Xixi]: It’s impossible. It’s all over. Who is still looking for him?
[Zhusheng]: Then you still have to find a job for him?
[Xixi]: Just think of it as an explanation to me when I was a child.
[Bamboo Piper]: As you wish.
[Xixi]: When will he get paid? Remember to tell me and I will transfer the eight thousand to you.
[Zhusheng]: No, I don’t need you to pay this little money. Anyway, I originally planned to find someone to edit the video.
[Xixi]: Okay...but can you find some excuse when paying wages and give him a little more bonus or commission?
[Xixi]: Or you can ask him if he wants to work overtime on weekends, etc. Then I will give him some overtime pay, and I will pay for this part of the money.
[Bamboo Piper]: OK.
In the evening, after finishing chatting with Ying Chanxi about Li Luo, Yan Zhusheng leaned on the bedside and was about to find a movie to watch.
But Ying Chanxi on the opposite side obviously didn’t want to end the chat yet, so he sent her a photo.
The photo shows a living room with three people sitting on the sofa, a middle-aged couple and a tall and thin boy.
[Xixi]: I haven’t been here for a long time, and I feel like Ying Xiangtao has suddenly grown a lot taller, and his facial features are quite similar to those of Aunt Yuan.
[Zhusheng]: If you don’t have anything else to do, I won’t talk anymore.
[Xixi]: Aunt Yuan said she misses you very much, but do you really want to come over and take a look?
[Zhusheng]: It doesn’t matter, I’m fine alone.
[Xixi]: She doesn’t plan to go on a blind date with you now, so why can’t she find a chance to reconcile?
[Zhusheng]: She wants to live a new life with your dad. I am already an adult and can support myself. I don’t think there is any need to force them together.
[Xixi]: Okay, okay, let’s not talk about this.
[Zhusheng]: Are you sure you don’t want to come to my place to meet that Li Luo?
[Xixi]: No need, just keep it as it is now, it’s pretty good.
[Bamboo Sheng]: That’s it, no more chatting.
[Xixi]: OK.
After turning off her phone, Yan Zhusheng flipped through the movies on the projection screen. She didn't find what she wanted to watch, and she felt a little bored, so she got out of bed and walked to the balcony to enjoy the night breeze.
But just like that, my mood still didn't improve much. The photo that Ying Chanxi just sent me kept spinning in my mind, and my chest felt clogged.
Yan Zhusheng frowned and touched his slightly uncomfortable chest, then turned back to the house, changed his clothes, went out and went downstairs for a walk, intending to change his mood.
As a result, when he walked all the way to the intersection near Yintai City, where there was a large flow of people, Yan Zhusheng caught a glimpse of a familiar figure at a mobile vendor.
The man was still wearing the white shirt and apron he had worn during the day, standing behind an electric tricycle, skillfully frying portions of fried noodles.
Looking at him sweating profusely, Yan Zhusheng paused and frowned slightly when he thought about Ying Chanxi having to provide him with a job.
A salary of 8,000 is already not low, but you still have to sell fried rice noodles at night. Are you so short of money?
In the past, when Yan Zhusheng saw this kind of stall, he would stay away, feeling somewhat unclean.
But this time, with a hint of curiosity, she silently walked to the stall and observed it closely for a while.
Probably because she stood there for too long, after Li Luo finished making a portion of fried noodles and there were no customers for the time being, he turned to look at the figure next to him, with a warm smile on his face, and looked at her Said: "Would you like a piece of fried rice noodles? It's very...um..."
It was late at night, and Yan Zhusheng was standing to the side again. Li Luo just caught a glimpse of someone standing there from the corner of his eye. Didn't see clearly who it was.
At this time, he turned his head and when he was halfway through greeting, Li Luo saw clearly that the other person was actually his boss, and his face suddenly stiffened.
Yan Zhusheng realized that he had been discovered, so he walked forward and stood in front of the stall and took a look. Finally, he still did not order. He felt that the food was still a bit dirty.
So she shook her head at Li Luo and said, "I don't want to eat, I just happened to be out for a walk and saw you."
"Oh, it's okay." Li Luo responded and nodded repeatedly , "I just...well...I have nothing to do when I have nothing to do at night, so I just go out and make a little money. It won't delay my work during the day."
"It doesn't matter." Yan Zhusheng shook his head and sniffed the smell emanating from the stall. The kind of fragrance makes your mouth feel a little drooling.
But she still held back and looked at Li Luo a few more times. Then she remembered Ying Chanxi's request, so she asked Li Luo, "You have two weekends, are you okay during the day?" "It's okay. What's wrong?" Li Luo I was stunned for a moment, wondering why she asked this?
"Then do you want to work on weekends?" Yan Zhusheng asked, "I can give you overtime pay."
When Li Luo heard this, he felt Thinking that there was still such a good thing, he immediately nodded and agreed: "No problem."
"That's it." Yan Zhusheng nodded and didn't linger any longer. After saying this, Then he said goodbye and left.
Watching Yan Zhusheng's back gradually walking away, Li Luo subconsciously took a second look at Yan Zhusheng's long legs. Thinking of Yan Zhusheng's sudden proposal for overtime pay, Li Luo pursed his lips.
This boss... although he looks quite cold on the face, he seems to be a warm-hearted person?
You can see that he is short of money, so do you offer to pay him overtime?
Thinking of this, Li Luo took a deep breath, shook his head, and continued to sell fried noodles.
……
On Sunday, according to Yan Zhusheng, Li Luo still came to work on time at eight o'clock in the morning.
But today is different from the previous week. By noon, the cooking aunt didn’t even come to cook.
On the contrary, someone knocked on the door.
Li Luo went to open the door, took a large bag of takeaway from the delivery boy, carried it to the dining table in the living room, and fell into deep thought for a moment.
Yan Zhusheng also obviously received the news that the takeout had been delivered. He walked down from the second floor and saw that Li Luo had put the takeout on the table, so he said, "Let's have lunch."
Li Luo opened the takeout boxes one by one. There were four dishes and one soup, which was quite a normal home-style stir-fry.
But the taste is not as good as the cooking aunt, it smells like prepared dishes.
As a veteran in the kitchen, Li Luo basically eats it as soon as he eats it.
Either the chef is too spicy, or the food is prepared, there is no second possibility.
However, Yan Zhusheng was not very picky about food, so she ate quietly.
Li Luo sat aside. Although he was not picky, he couldn't help but asked: "Isn't the cooking aunt coming today?"
"Today is Sunday." Yan Zhusheng glanced at him, " Auntie has a rest, so I’ll order takeout.”
“You don’t know how to cook?”
“Then…” Li Luo considered it. After a while, in order to leave a good impression on his boss, he decided to show off his skills, "How about I cook dinner today?"
"You?" Yan Zhusheng blinked and was stunned for a moment, then realized immediately, "You want to make fried noodles?"
"...I don't only know how to make fried noodles." The corners of Li Luo's mouth twitched. After a while, "Of course, if you want to eat it, stir-fried noodles are also available."
"I won't eat that." Yan Zhusheng shook his head, "Just normal stir-fry, can you do it?"
>"Yes." Li Luo nodded, "I have a chef's certificate."
"Oh." Yan Zhusheng blinked and recalled seeing Li Luo standing on the street the night before, sweating profusely. He looked like he was waving the iron pot and shovel, so he nodded and said, "Then you do it."
"Then I'll buy some groceries in the afternoon."
"No problem." Yan Zhusheng nodded and took out his cell phone.
The next second, Li Luo felt his phone vibrate.
When he took it out, he found that Yan Zhusheng had transferred 500 yuan to him on WeChat.
"What are you..."
"The money to buy food."
"It won't be that much."
"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded, "The rest is the labor fee for cooking."
>Hearing this, Li Luo fell silent for a moment.
By the way, the cooking aunt is not young anymore, so why not retire early?
Li Luo suddenly became interested in the position of chef at Yan Zhusheng's family.
But that’s what Li Luo thought about. After taking the money, he began to figure out what to do in the evening.
“Do you have any taboos?”
“Probably not.”
“Okay.”
……
Evening.
Yan Zhusheng heard movement at the door and knew that it was Li Luo who had returned from shopping for groceries.
She walked down from the second floor and glanced at the kitchen.
At this time, Li Luo had already started washing vegetables in the kitchen, put on an apron, and listened to the chopping sound of chopping vegetables, looking serious and professional.
Yan Zhusheng had nothing to do, so he sat on the dining table, facing the direction of the kitchen, flipping through his phone and watching Li Luo operate in the kitchen.
On a whim, she pointed her phone camera at the back of Li Luo chopping vegetables, took a photo, and sent it to Ying Chanxi.
【Bamboo Sheng】: (photo)
【Stream】：?
[Bamboo Sheng]: The one you like.
[Xixi]: I know, I can tell without you having to tell me.
[Bamboo Sheng]: Haven’t you seen each other for a long time? Can you tell by looking at the back?
[Xixi]: There is no one else but him who can come in and out of your house now. You can guess it all.
[Bamboo Sheng]: So you guessed it, not saw it?
[Xixi]: I can see it.
[Zhusheng]: Then why are you talking so much?
[Xixi]: It’s just an intuition, but why is he in your kitchen wearing an apron?
[Bamboo Sheng]: He is cooking for me.
[Xixi]:?
[Bamboo Sheng]: The cooking aunt has a holiday on Sunday. She said she could make dinner, so I let her do it.
[Xixi]: Is this considered extra labor?
[Bamboo Sheng]: I paid the labor fee.
[Xixi]: That’s pretty much it.
[Bamboo Piper]: Do you want to eat it? If you want to eat, you can come and eat now.
[Xixi]: Don’t seduce me casually. I won’t go over when he is with you.
[Zhusheng]: Did you know that he would go to the street to sell fried noodles at night?
[Xixi]: I know, did he tell you?
[Bamboo Sheng]: No, I went out for a walk a few nights ago and I happened to meet him.
[Xixi]: He is short of money now.
[Bamboo Sheng]: I can see it.
[Xixi]: Anyway, thank you.
[Zhu Sheng]: You're welcome. I hope the food he cooks won't be too unpalatable.
[Xixi]: When the food is on the table, take another photo for me.
[Bamboo Piper]: Look at the plum blossoms to quench your thirst?
[Xixi]: Nosy.
...
At half past six in the evening, Li Luo's four dishes and one soup were served.
Yan Zhusheng picked up her phone, took a photo of the steaming dishes on the table, sent it to Ying Chanxi, and then put down her phone.
When Li Luo saw this, he didn’t think much about it and just thought it was Yan Zhusheng taking a photo as a souvenir.
He served each of them a bowl of rice, gave Yan Zhusheng chopsticks, and then sat down.
"I made something simple, you can eat it and see." Li Luo said, "See if it suits your taste."
"Yeah." Yan Zhusheng smelled the aroma of the dishes on the table, and it felt really different from takeout, even It's a little different from what the cooking aunt makes.
But she couldn’t tell exactly what was different.
Trying to pick up a piece of pork belly fried with chili pepper, Yan Zhusheng took it into his mouth, savored it carefully, and then took a big mouthful of rice.
I have to say that the food Li Luo cooks is indeed delicious.
Yan Zhusheng thought so and tasted several other dishes one by one, such as cola chicken wings, tomato scrambled eggs, minced meat and eggplant...
Well, they were all delicious.
It’s much more delicious than what the cooking aunt makes.
Yan Zhusheng thought so in his heart, but there was no expression on his face.
She is used to having a paralyzed face and doesn't usually interact with many people. Living alone for a long time has resulted in her rarely showing any expressions.
In Li Luo's eyes, he thought it was because she had a more sophisticated taste. It was probably because rich people had eaten delicacies from the mountains and seas, so eating a homely meal like his was just like that.
But it should be much more delicious than takeout, right?
Li Luo thought so while secretly observing Yan Zhusheng's face while eating.
As a result, after finishing the meal, Yan Zhusheng didn't express any opinions. He just put down the bowls and chopsticks after finishing the meal and went back to the room as usual.
Seeing this, Li Luo didn't say much. He just finished his meal in silence and planned to clear the table.
But Yan Zhusheng turned around and said: "Leave it alone, just ask auntie to clean it tomorrow."
"Then I'll put the dishes in the sink." Li Luo was also happy not to wash the dishes and put the dishes in the sink. I poured the leftovers into a garbage bag and put the plates in the sink to soak, leaving it to the cooking aunt.
Yan Zhusheng ignored him and went straight back to the room.
After finishing his work, Li Luo picked up the garbage bags of kitchen waste, went downstairs to throw away the garbage, and then continued to sell his fried noodles.
……
[Xixi]: He did all this?
[Bamboo Sheng]: Yes, what’s wrong?
[Xixi]: How does it taste?
[Bamboo Piper]: It’s quite delicious.
[Xixi]: These are my favorite dishes.
[Zhusheng]: If you want to eat, just come over next time.
[Xixi]: I won’t go, I’m just talking.
[Zhusheng]: I can leave some food on purpose, and you can come back after he leaves.
[Xixi]: ...Let’s talk about it next time.
……
Another weekend.
On Sunday morning, Yan Zhusheng looked at Li Luo from time to time, which made Li Luo feel a little strange.
But what he didn’t know was that Yan Zhusheng had been enduring it for a week.
Having never eaten the food cooked by Li Luo, Yan Zhusheng felt that the food cooked by the cooking aunt was quite delicious.
But since eating Li Luo's food, Yan Zhusheng always feels that the food tastes very ordinary and tastes like nothing when eating the cooking aunt's food these days.
So subconsciously, she began to look forward to Sunday when the cooking aunt had a rest.
On this day, Li Luo did not offer to cook like last time.
So much so that Yan Zhusheng glanced at him from time to time, hoping that this employee could take the initiative.
But as lunch time approached, Yan Zhusheng finally couldn't hold it back and transferred another five hundred to Li Luo.
Feeling his phone vibrate, Li Luo took it out and looked at it. He was stunned and looked up at Yan Zhusheng sitting on the piano.
Yan Zhusheng noticed his gaze, but turned her head, looked out the window, and then said: "The cooking aunt has taken a break today."
...
After the meal.
Yan Zhusheng secretly licked her lips, looked at Li Luo who was clearing the table, and said softly: "Li Luo."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"The contract of the cooking aunt will expire in half a month."
"Um...what do you mean?"
"Being my full-time chef, besides cutting hair every day In addition to the video, he is also responsible for cooking." Yan Zhusheng looked at Li Luo and said seriously, "How about I give you a monthly salary of 15,000?"
At this moment.
I have to say.
Li Luo was moved.
(End of this chapter)