"Okay, Miss Deng, let's talk some other time. Remember to leave me some tickets for the next concert. A friend of mine and I are your loyal fans."

"She's my girlfriend, right?" Deng Lanqi smiled at Zhang Menglong, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I will definitely keep all the tickets in the front row of my concert for you!"

"Hong Yi, help me see Miss Deng off, and directly arrange for my private plane to take Miss Deng back to Baodao Province." Zhang Mengyu ordered.

"Okay sir," Hong Yiyi said with a meticulous work attitude, "Miss Deng, please."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. You're welcome." Deng Lanqi said without shirk. Anyway, this has become a routine.

Baodao Province is a place where singers come out in large numbers, and a large number of singers are active in the music scene. In recent times, Zhang Menglong has made appointments with countless people to discuss copyright matters, and most of them are picked up and dropped off by private planes.

This incident has already spread in the music scene of Baodao Province, and now there is a new standard for evaluating the quality of a singer, that is, those who have flown on Zhang Menglong's private plane and those who have not flown on Zhang Menglong's private plane.

It is a great honor to even have the opportunity to sign a copyright agreement with Zhang Mengyu.

"Gan! It's so inhumane!" Wang Ling had nothing to do today, so he went directly to deal with the copyright matter with Zhang Menglong. After all, Zhang Menglong's plane flew dozens more flights today.

When every singer left, Zhang Mengyu would have people send him off directly by plane.

The most important thing is that he didn't send them back in batches at all, but sent them one by one after signing. He really wanted to curse when he saw this scene. Waiting half an hour longer can save money on a flight, but

But he chose a flight to send someone off.

The most important thing is that there is no need to queue for his private jet. According to this number, he has at least twenty or thirty private jets at the airport in this magical city.

Thinking of this terrifying fact, Wang Ling had the urge to kidnap Zhang Mengwu. If Zhang Mengwu could be kidnapped in exchange for a ransom, he should be able to become the leader of the earth, right?

"When can I also fly on your private jet?" Wang Ling said with some envy. His father also had a private jet, but he was so precious that even his biological son had only flown it once or twice.

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"If you want, you can do it now," Zhang Menglong said, "I have an African singer's copyright to negotiate with. It just so happens that the singer is busy recently. How about you fly to Africa for me?"

"I'll fly you like a geoduck!" Wang Ling said straight away, "Are you trying to sell me to Africa to mine coal? Don't think I don't know about your operation. I heard from Hong Yi that you acquired Weibo

This is how you deal with a Weibo equity owner when you are blogging."

"Damn, she told you all this!" Zhang Menglong muttered, "Deduct 90% of Hong Yi's salary next month and only give her 100 million a month. Let's see how she survives!"

"I bought a watch last year!" Wang Ling didn't know if this salary was true, but he knew that as long as Zhang Mengyong wanted to, he could afford it.

"That's sloppy, let's do it next time!" Zhang Mengyu said casually

"Next time, your sister!" Wang Ling thought in his heart, but could only smile on his face, "By the way, where is that guy Ding Yuxi? Are you still resisting?"

"I don't know. I think if he had any brains, he would know that Wangyi Music is about to be unable to continue its business!"

"Here! Look, Cao Cao is about to arrive," Zhang Mengyu's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, I'm Zhang Menglong."

"I am Ma Hua."

"What the hell, is that you?" Zhang Mengyu thought the call was either from Ding Yuxi or Ding Sanshi, but he didn't expect that the call was actually from Ma Hua.

"Mr. Ma is so busy that he still has time to call me. Is there something wrong?" Zhang Mengyu asked.

"Are you okay?" Ma Hua's face turned green during that part of the phone call. You bought countless copyrights and are about to revolutionize the Chinese music market. You actually asked me if I'm okay?

But Ma Hua still suppressed his anger. After the last experience, he no longer dared to treat this young man as his junior.

"Mr. Zhang, has Tengxun offended you in any way recently?" Ma Hua asked.

"Offend me? No?" Zhang Mengyu was a little confused. "Last time, I was very satisfied with the speed and efficiency of Tengxun's processing of information. I give you 33 likes! I don't care about the money that Tengxun Games cheated me of before.

I care about it."

"Why did Mr. Zhang buy out all the copyrights? Are you trying to unify China's music application market?"

"Oh, you're talking about this!"

"Nonsense, what else could it be?" Ma Hua was almost going crazy. Is this a trivial matter? Why did Zhang Mengyu not seem to take it to heart at all.

"Mr. Zhang, you are embarrassing us by doing this. Those songs can no longer be distributed and downloaded on our platform in the future. Isn't this pushing us to a dead end?" Ma Hua couldn't express the pain.

He called and asked several singers he had collaborated with before, and some of the singers he had good relationships with even revealed the price Zhang Mengyu offered them. Ma Hua admitted that even he could not refuse this price, but he would never be able to pay it.

After the review, they came to the conclusion that Zhang Mengyu spent so much money to buy the copyright. Even if the copyright expires, he will never be able to earn back the investment in copyright just by relying on traffic and advertising. Even if he is a national recharge member, the profit will probably be slim.

"And doing this will do you no good at all. Will you make any money?"

"Who said I'm going to make money?" Zhang Menglong said with integrity, "I'm not interested in money at all!"

"Of course you are not interested in money, money is just a number to you!" Ma Hua was about to collapse.

"Actually, you can't blame me for this! You have to blame yourself for this!" Zhang Mengyu said.

"I blame myself?" Ma Hua suddenly fell into doubt. What does this have to do with himself? Apart from games, they didn't seem to have done anything deceptive, right?

"Could it be that Zhang Mengyu is playing our Tencent games and his face is too dark?" Ma Hua secretly sent Zhang Mengyu's mobile phone number to the technical director, asking him to quickly check how many games the mobile phone number is bound to, and then let the technology send him

The explosion rate is changed to 100%. It starts with a dog and all its equipment depends on cutting.

"If you don't work in this industry, wouldn't it affect you?" Zhang Mengyu directly gave an inexplicable answer.

"I accept this logic!" Wang Ling, who was standing next to Zhang Mengyu, knelt down directly.

"It's not you that I want to deal with. It's just because you happen to be in this industry. If you want to blame, blame Ding Sanshi and his son! Ding Sanshi's pot is called stone pot for short!"

"How do you say this?" Ma Hua asked.

"They bullied my brother's girlfriend. Do you think this is serious?" Zhang Menglong said in a solemn tone, "Originally, it was a matter that could be solved with a little mental damage fee, but they insisted on bargaining with me and paying for the mental damage."

The fee has been reduced to less than 1/500 of the original price. Do you think this is too much?"

"This... this is quite excessive," Ma Hua said instinctively, "Wait a minute, how much mental damages did you ask them for?"
Chapter completed!