Early in the morning, after Yang Yi finished his exercise, he continued to practice his voice.
Although he was not with Murphy and it was boring to practice alone, Yang Yi did not slack off. After all, he was also a man with a dream of music! (Note 1)
However, today, Yang Yi was pleasantly surprised to find that he had a breakthrough.
The accident happened when he suddenly wanted to use his internal strength to expand his vocal cords. Just by gently injecting some internal strength into his throat, his vocal cords, which were no longer youthful, actually loosened a little!
Yang Yi tried to sing a few lines and found that although it was still a little unnatural, he felt that he could now reach the range that he could not sing before!
This was a good sign!
After Yang Yi increased the injection of internal strength, he seemed to have stepped into a new world, a world full of music!
Of course, this was very tiring, especially since this body had only been practicing internal strength for a few months. Yang Yi could not hold on for more than a few minutes, and soon his internal strength was almost exhausted.
Obviously, it was impossible for him to become a peerless master who could cross N ranges through internal strength.
However, the surprise was not over yet. After Yang Yi withdrew his internal strength, he could still keenly feel that although his vocal cords had returned to their original state, they were not as stiff as before. His vocal cords and vocal ligaments seemed to have a little elasticity!
The change was not very obvious, but Yang Yi was very sure that it was there!
"There's hope!" Yang Yi pondered with some surprise.
Was it because when he practiced his voice every day, he added internal strength as a stimulus, and gradually, the benign change of his vocal cords would lead to a qualitative change? In the future, he would not need internal strength to sing in the range that he could not sing now?
Yang Yi decided to observe for a while more before coming to a conclusion!
… …
"Papa, hurry up, we're going to be late!" Just after breakfast, the little girl pulled her small schoolbag and shouted in the living room.
This was the fourth day that Xi Xi went to kindergarten. She made friends, talked, and played games with her peers in the kindergarten. Xi Xi was becoming more and more cheerful day by day. She was becoming less and less like the shy little girl who would stick to her father and hide behind him whenever she saw a stranger.
This was a good thing. Yang Yi didn't want Xi Xi to be like him and Murphy, who were cold and didn't have many close friends!
The little guy seemed to be a little impatient, but Yang Yi was very slow. He wasn't considered slow, but after he started to enjoy the life of an ordinary person, this guy liked to do things slowly like a tortoise. He even complacently said, "This is life!"
"Do you want to leave Dad so badly to play with Zhaoyu and your friends? Daddy is not happy, Daddy is very sad, "Yang Yi pretended to be jealous as he helped Xi Xi pack today's lunch in a plastic bag.
However, he didn't know how much of it was fake, and how much of it was sincere!
"Okay!" Xi Xi sighed heavily. Her shoulders drooped as if she was crushed by a heavy burden. She helplessly spread out her hands and said like a little adult, "Actually, I also want to play with Daddy, but the teacher said that children who are late for class are not obedient and have to apologize to other children! So I don't want to be late! "
Facing the little girl's appearance, Yang Yi couldn't help but laugh. He rubbed Xi Xi's little head and said dotingly, "Don't worry, Daddy won't let you be late. This is a promise from the God of Racing of Mount Akina!"
Unfortunately, his car was Tyrannical Wolf, not Wuling Hongguang, and not the legendary Wuling Hongguang S.
…
After sending the little girl to the kindergarten, Yang Yi began to write a recruitment notice in the morning when there weren't so many customers coming to drink coffee.
For this recruitment notice, Yang Yi specially bought the Ten Thousand Year Red Xuan Paper for the Spring Festival, as well as a brush and ink.
Among the four arts of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, his zither skills were superb, his painting skills were good, his chess skills were the most average, and his calligraphy skills were barely acceptable.
He hadn't learned calligraphy for a long time. Yang Yi also found the feeling on the ordinary white paper before he wrote it on the red xuan paper in one go.
"Recruitment notice.
Due to business needs, we are looking for one or two coffee shop employees. You can work part-time. You are required to be skilled in handmade coffee, be humble, polite, and diligent. Salary will be discussed in person! "
Yang Yi didn't write his name, but wrote "the coffee shop on the corner".
The content was very simple, and the number of words was not many, so on such a big piece of red xuan paper, Yang Yi wrote very big words, which satisfied his desire to write big words.
Fortunately, he was rational and didn't have the impulse to show off the running script, so the neat regular script didn't look difficult.
Yang Yi blew on the ink. While waiting for the ink to dry, he also admired the words.
What an iron-like stroke! What a powerful word!
He hadn't practiced much over the years, but his calligraphy hadn't fallen too far behind!
At first glance, a lot of people came to apply for the job after the recruitment notice was posted! Yang Yi felt that his calligraphy would have a magical effect!
But it was useless …
In the afternoon, when Yang Yi closed the shop and was ready to pick up Xi Xi, he glanced at the big red notice posted at the door of the shop.
He looked forward to it all day, but there wasn't a single person who wanted to apply!
If only there was one, it would be good! It was really too embarrassing …
…
At night, after Yang Yi coaxed Xi Xi to sleep with a story, he went to the study. He wanted to send the manuscripts and illustrations that he had saved over the past few days to Qiang Zi, the editor, to help arrange the typesetting and publishing.
However, when he opened his mailbox, Yang Yi saw a letter from a stranger.
Yang Yi frowned. Looking at the title, he knew it was a song. Tianmei and the others, after knowing his mailbox, were really persistent! How many emails have they sent?
He didn't intend to pay attention to it, but looking at the little red dot there, Yang Yi clicked on it and was ready to cross it.
However, when he saw the content of the email, Yang Yi stopped his right index finger that was clicking the mouse.
"Ju Jie?" Yang Yi's face showed a smile.
This guy, just like Murphy complained to him in the past, used the name of Murphy's colleague to buy songs from him, and bought songs that Yang Yi hadn't registered the copyright.
This idea was disgusting, but it was also extremely daring!
In this world, copyright organizations that were supported by a lot of money were very powerful! Unless it was approved by the original author, not to mention plagiarizing other people's songs, even if it was a song written by someone else on the copyright organization's website, as long as the original author sued, all the details would be investigated by the copyright organization.
Correspondingly, the person who snatched the copyright would also be severely punished — that is to say, the legendary bankruptcy and jail time!
Then, wasn't Ju Jie afraid that he would go back on his words?
"Walking on a tightrope, interesting!" Yang Yi had some ideas in his heart, but he first sent an email to ask Ju Jie what he wanted to do.
At the end, he added, "If I really sold a complete song to you, how much can you pay for the buyout?"
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