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I was busy until 11pm.
However, after almost searching through Chaoge's entertainment gossip news, I couldn't find even one rumored heroine.
"As a member of the entertainment industry, why don't you keep yourself so clean..."
Meng Lang was helpless. This guy's low-key and reclusive personal style fit the characteristics of a spy.
I checked the time and was about to close my laptop, wash up and go to bed when my phone suddenly rang.
At first glance, it was Duan Xian.
"Hey! What are you doing so late?"
"What do you mean? Who on earth is encouraging me to enter the entertainment industry... You don't care about killing me or burying me?"
Now that this is the beginning, why don't you give me a little attention to your best friend's life events? I'm very nervous now, okay?"
"Why are you nervous?"
"After the song is finished, the next step is to publish it online, but I feel a little unsure..."
"Done it? So quickly?" Meng Lang was slightly surprised.
"Well...Sister Xiaoqin taught me a lot..."
"Sister Xiaoqin? You changed your title so quickly? Tsk tsk! As expected of Teacher Duan, keep up this affinity and you will definitely become famous!
Now that the songs are ready, what are you waiting for? Publish them!"
"Really?" Duan Xian on the other end of the phone was obviously still a little confused.
"What else? You are heavily in debt now. If you don't want to work in the entertainment industry, do you really plan to work in a club and sell yourself?"
"Too much debt? Didn't you say you don't have to pay back the money you owe..." Duan Xian was speechless.
"I'm talking about the money you spent to buy the song this time! Chenghui! 1 million buyout! The song is yours!"
"What? One million?! Are you trying to steal the money?"
"Hey! Don't believe it. If I can write it, it will definitely not be an unknown song. 1 million is definitely the price of friendship!
Moreover, this is my debut novel. If the price is too low, will it be worthy of my brothers?"
"If the co-author's price is high, will you be worthy of me?" Duan Xian was speechless.
It’s your debut novel, so should I give you an extra red envelope?
"The brother I'm talking about is not you... Oh, forget it. In short, this matter is settled like this. It's best if you don't have any opinions. Reserve your opinions if you have them. Thank you!"
"Are you so forceful in buying and selling? Speaking of which...when did you learn to write songs?
The moment you did it, I was completely shocked. If I didn’t trust you as a person, I would have almost suspected whether you plagiarized it.”
Meng Lang twitched his lips when he heard this.
Brother, believe in yourself, don’t believe in me as a person...
"Ahem! After living for so long, you are not allowed to let me vent my emotions occasionally?"
"But the problem is that we have been together for so long, why don't I know anything about it?"
Meng Lang's eyes widened when he heard this.
"Then we've been together for so long, and you still don't know my bank card password?"
Duan Xian: "..."
Are you speechless?
Don’t you understand me very well? Explain it! You should explain it!
You still have the nerve to keep asking blind questions!
"Ahem! What about that? I'm going to release a song. We'll talk about it later!"
"Dudududu!"
Listening to the busy signal coming from the phone, Meng Lang snorted and then covered himself with a quilt with a relieved look on his face.
Sure enough, you still need to vent your emotions occasionally, especially before going to bed...
Sleep aid!
…
Late at night, in a community in Yangcheng.
Auditor Wang Feng, who was dressed in sloppy pajamas, opened his Penguin Musician backstage, put on his headphones, took a sip of strong tea, then buttoned his feet and started today's late-night audit...
[Friction, friction, friction on this rough ground...]
The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, next song!
[This noodle is long and wide, just like this bowl, which is big and round...]
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, next song!
[I miss the smell of your black socks and your shirt...]
emm…
This is a tasteful song, pass!
[I have blown the evening breeze that you have blown, so do we embrace each other...]
Um?
It's like a cool sea breeze suddenly blew in on a hot dog day, and the ears that were already full of filth seemed to have been washed repeatedly and regained their perception of music.
Wang Feng squinted his eyes slightly, immersed in this moving melody...
"This song... is going to be a hit!"
Ten minutes later, Wang Feng, who had listened to the song three times in a row, took off his headphones and felt convinced.
Although he is not a great music critic, Wang Feng, who has extremely rich experience in the industry, still has his own basic judgment.
To be fair, the singer's singing skills are mediocre, and the transition between true and false voices in certain positions is a bit stiff and not smooth enough.
But the lyrics and music of the song completely cover up this flaw.
"The lyrics are written by Meng Changjun, the composer is Meng Changjun, the singer is Duan Xiaoxian...
Mr. Mengchang? I’ve never heard of it. When did such a big shot appear on the road? Is it the big shot’s trumpet?
Duan Xiaoxian...this stage name is also very unfamiliar, could it be that he is really an amateur?"
After thinking for a while, he clicked "Approval" and then submitted the song to the superior review department.
It is easy for ordinary songs to pass the review, but it is difficult to get exposure.
Original songs with potential will be reviewed twice. If the superiors think they are good, they will be given certain promotion resources, and there will even be a dedicated person responsible for signing a more in-depth platform promotion contract with the publisher.
In a simple word - the song is so good!
…
At the same time, Fuso Kingdom, Kyoto.
"Dong~dong~" In the exquisite Japanese garden, the frightened deer in the pool beat rhythmically.
This is a typical dry landscape garden with a history dating back to the Edo period.
The cone-shaped gravel is placed on an open space covered with white sand, creating a texture that symbolizes the vast expanse of waves in the sea, forming an extremely abstract landscape painting.
This classical courtyard located in the core circle of Kyoto not only represents Fuso's top financial resources in the country, but also its unparalleled power...
At this time, in a room in the courtyard, a man in a black suit put his hands on his forehead and knelt on the ground.
Opposite him was an old man with silver hair and wearing a black kimono.
"Failed?"
"Hi!"
"Why did it fail?"
To be continued...