Chapter 14 Meng Ruohua’s Tears

The exam ended just before the fourth self-study class in the afternoon. After collecting all the test papers, Wang Ying turned to the door of Class 3 and frowned: "I heard you guys making trouble from afar."

"Our class is the slowest in the entire grade to be quiet after the bell rings for self-study class."

As soon as these words came out, the chatter in the classroom suddenly disappeared. Wang Ying walked into the classroom and patted Lu Ming on the back: "Teacher Zhang is looking for you."

Lu Ming was a little confused and followed Wang Ying out of the classroom. The two stopped in the corridor, right next to the stairs and away from the classroom.

"I don't know Teacher Zhang. Which office is he in? Is he here to talk to me about the school song?"

"Yes. He is in the office on the fourth floor near the stairs. Go back quickly. Don't wander around the school after it's over."

Lu Ming nodded, then turned left and went down two floors. He turned around and saw the teaching and research office. He knocked on the door twice: "I'm looking for Teacher Zhang."

"Enter."

The teaching and research office is completely different from the homeroom teacher's office. There are only two desks in it, which are quite spacious. There are only two or three books on them, and there is a pot of small leaves in the corner.

Lu Ming looked in following the sound and saw a bald middle-aged man wearing red short-sleeves, sitting on an office chair and holding a thermos cup.

"Are you Teacher Zhang?"

"Yes. You are Lu Ming. You are a talented young man. I think your song is very good. Would you like to make a school song for the school?" Zhang Shengdong tapped the music score on the table with his fingertips and expressed his appreciation to Lu Ming.

Gaze.

"How much is the school willing to pay for copyright fees?"

After rebirth, Lu Ming did not have the mentality of a student, and he would definitely be very indifferent to teachers. If the eighteen-year-old had heard the grade director's praise for him, he would have given the copyright with both hands and worked for free.

When money was mentioned, Zhang Shengdong suppressed his smile and pondered for a moment: "Indeed, I'll give you three thousand yuan."

"If you weren't a student of our school, this song would only cost a few hundred yuan. After all, it was written by a student of our school. It's different. I'll give you three thousand yuan."

"Three thousand?" In my previous life, this song became well-known to everyone. Even if the song I composed was a little too sexy, it wouldn't be worth only three thousand.

Moreover, Lu Ming remembered that the school spent more than 200,000 yuan to find a has-been singer and write a new school song that was extremely unpleasant. The price of "The Lone Warrior" cannot be lower than that.

Lu Ming met Zhang Shengdong's gaze and said: "Fifty thousand. I'm offering five hundred thousand for the copyright of this song."

"Half a million, what are you thinking about? Students put academics first, and praising you for your talent is not just for you to ask for extortionate prices and blackmail the school!" Zhang Shengdong took out the other three music scores from the drawer and patted them on the desk, sinking.

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"The three pieces of music competing with you were all written by professional music students, and they only cost a few hundred yuan."

Lu Ming lowered his head and glanced at the three pieces of music. Among them was the school song from the previous life. His pupils narrowed slightly and he said in a calm tone: "If Teacher Zhang thinks my asking price is too high, I can only transfer the use rights, two hundred and fifty thousand and fifty thousand."

Annual usage rights."

"You have a beautiful idea." Zhang Shengdong left his desk, patted Lu Ming's shoulder, and said sincerely: "I do appreciate your songs, but the school's funding is not decided by me, it is under the financial management."
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"If I spend hundreds of thousands on something worth several thousand yuan, it is impossible for the finance department to approve it. In this way, I will try my best to talk to the finance department, how about giving you an extra two thousand yuan. At the same time, I see that you have artistic talent, so I will arrange it for you.

How about the art exam class?"

Lu Ming didn't say anything, but looked at Zhang Shengdong quietly, with complicated emotions.

The scene was at a stalemate, and Zhang Shengdong was unwilling to take the initiative to speak. He sat in an office chair and drank tea.

"I can use my bare points to get admitted to prestigious schools. I don't need to take the art exam."

"Teacher Zhang, if I have nothing to do, I will go back and study on my own." As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ming took the score of "The Lonely Warrior" from his desk and walked out the door.

Just as he was taking a step out of the office, Zhang Shengdong's voice came from behind his ears.

"Wait a minute, I personally like this song. Aren't you selling the right to use it? There is no place other than schools that will accept your song."

"I'll give you two choices. First, sell the full copyright to the school, and I'll talk to the finance department and quote you 50,000 yuan; second, the school will buy the right to use your song for two years and pay you 30,000 yuan."

Lu Ming turned around and came back, put the music score on his desk, and said: "I choose the second option. Shanshui Middle School is my alma mater. I can sell the two-year use rights for 30,000 yuan at a low price."

"Too much confidence is arrogance. Are you over eighteen?"

"Full, eighteen years and two months."

"Okay, go back to self-study, wait for me to report to the finance department and draw up a contract for you, and then ask Wang Ying to ask you to sign it."

Lu Ming turned to look at the big banyan tree outside the window. After making money, he felt as calm as dead water. Perhaps he didn't expect that the school could lower the price so much, so he said: "I accept cash."

However, when the school comes to him to renew the fee two years later, the less money will be returned. Perhaps Zhang Shengdong felt that his authority was challenged and did not reply to Lu Ming.

Lu Ming didn't have the patience to wait for his reply and walked out of the office directly.

During class time, almost no teachers could be seen in the corridor, and a dead atmosphere spread. After Lu Ming took a few steps up the stairs, he turned around and went down, rushing out of the teaching building and running towards the playground.

He stood on the green plastic track and ran desperately until he was gasping for breath and his limbs began to ache. He simply gave up his strength and lay down on the plastic lawn. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Class 3 classroom, and saw Tao Xinyi at a glance.

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After he calmed down, Lu Ming stood up and searched all the osmanthus trees in the school. He broke off the unbroken osmanthus branches and kicked them into his pocket. The smell of rice from the cafeteria made his stomach growl.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he walked into the cafeteria and ordered a luxurious set meal worth 32 yuan, which included four meat and two vegetables, attracting the attention of the cook.

On normal days, Lu Ming would certainly not be willing to eat such a luxurious meal, so he would only order one meat and one vegetarian dish for six yuan.

I made money today, so I ate it so deliciously that I fed it to him, feeling like the rice was in his throat.

When he returned to the classroom, there were only two or three people in the classroom, and Tao Xinyi was the only female classmate in the classroom. Lu Ming walked quietly behind her, held his breath and patted her shoulder.

Tao Xinyi was suddenly startled. When she turned around and saw Lu Ming, the corner of her mouth curled down: "Childish!"

"Why did you eat so fast today?" Lu Ming pulled out the chair, sat astride it, and touched the sweet-scented osmanthus in his pocket with his right hand.

"I don't know, I've lost my appetite." Tao Xinyi lay on the table with a depressed expression, her good figure straining her school uniform under the pressure, making Lu Ming couldn't help but glance around.

Holding the osmanthus flower in his hand, he stopped in front of Tao Xinyi's eyes and shook it.

"The osmanthus flowers in the school haven't finished fading yet, but there are so few that you can't see them from the classroom."

Tao Xinyi's eyes lit up, she took the sweet-scented osmanthus and said, "My mood has improved. Come and have dinner with me."
Chapter completed!