"Didn't we say it's getting better in the morning? Why is it getting worse again?"

"Sister Yan, don't listen to Fangfang. I accidentally sprained again when I went down the stairs. Now it's fine."

At noon, in a superior suite at the Hilton Hotel.

Lin Yao talked with Mo Yan on the phone, and covered Fangfang's mouth with the other hand.

The little assistant wanted to break free from speaking, but was afraid of hurting Lin Yao, so he had to be obediently suppressed by his own uneasy artist.

"You!"

Mo Yan knew Lin Yao's personality and knew that her injuries might not be that light. She sighed and said:

"Forget it, I'll record the third episode of "Super Challenge" in a few days. You'll have a few days off in Jiangrong. I've contacted you a recording studio and you've recorded "Roof" by the way."

After returning to the hotel, Lin Yao told Mo Yan that Fang Xiaole had agreed to sell the song to her.

"By the way, what do you mean by the price? I will go to the company tomorrow to continue talking to Mr. Chen about your new album, and just let him send someone to follow up on payment and song copyright."

After arranging Lin Yao’s schedule for the past few days, Mo Yan asked by the way.

In her opinion, the songs written by grassroots singers like Fang Xiaole, plus personal favors, are only 30,000 to 40,000 yuan, and this little money is just something that the company mentioned casually.

"Four hundred thousand." Lin Yao replied calmly.

"What?!" Mo Yan's voice suddenly rose, and she said in disbelief: "400,000?! Are you really talking to others like this?"

"Yes, I agreed that it only costs 400,000." Lin Yao said for granted.

"It's only 400,000?" Mo Yan was a little speechless.

"Why should my aunt, a song written by an unknown man, give him 400,000? Did your company's money fall from the sky?"

"What anonymous little man? I think Fang Xiaole is quite talented, no worse than those famous songwriters!"

Lin Yao was unhappy and rarely spoke loudly to people: "And 400,000 is not too much. I remember the copyright of a song you talked about last time was 200,000."

"The last time that song was a well-known lyricist, and it was only 200,000 yuan. No matter how good this song is, Fang Xiaole, cannot be twice the price, right?"

Mo Yan felt a little strange. Lin Yao is not so reckless in daily life. How could he rashly promise others a sky-high price this time?

She tried to continue to persuade Lin Yao: "And think about it, how could the company agree to use 400,000 yuan to buy an unknown lyricist's work. No matter how good it sounds, it will only be 100,000 yuan at most."

Lin Yao was silent, and after a moment, he whispered: "I'm sorry, Sister Yan, I'm too willful."

"It's okay, I'll explain to Fang Xiaole." Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, he was still the gentle and well-behaved little fairy in his home.

"I will record the chorus with Fang Xiaole as soon as possible. After listening to it, the company will give you as much as you want. I will pay for the rest of the song. I will pay for 400,000 yuan myself."

But Lin Yao's next words were like a series of high-altitude bombings, making Mo Yandou dizzy.

"Is this song you and Fang Xiaole sang?"

"No matter how much the company pays, you have to pay for the 400,000 yuan yourself?"

"Lin Yao, are you crazy?!" Mo Yan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, couldn't help but roar at his "gentle and well-behaved little fairy".

“Do you know what your fans would react if they heard you sing a love song with an unknown man on your new album? There will be a lot of people who will lose their fans!

Also, why do you have to pay for yourself? You are stupid. Fang Xiaole, the one who sells songs, and the one who buys songs is the company. Just sing good songs, why are you involved in it?"

"Yes, Sister Yan, what you said makes sense!" Lin Yao suddenly woke up.

"What makes sense?" Mo Yan suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Fang Xiaole, the singer who bought the song, is me. The copyright of this song belongs to me and him. It belongs to me. The 400,000 yuan should be paid by me. This has nothing to do with the company. The company only needs to agree to include this song in my new album."

Sure enough, Lin Yao's words almost made Mo Yan faint on the spot.

"Lin Yao!!"

"Sister Yan, I'm serious. I really like this song. I don't want to give the copyright to others. And I have negotiated the price with Fang Xiaole. I don't want to be a person who doesn't speak out."

Lin Yao interrupted Mo Yan and said in a firm tone that she had never seen before.

Mo Yan was speechless for a moment. She understood Lin Yao. Although she seemed weak, once she insisted on something, no one could change it.

"Okay, I'll send the studio's address and contact person to Fangfang, Lin Yao later... I hope this song won't disappoint me."

"Thank you Sister Yan, you're the best." Lin Yao happily held the phone and microphone, her voice sweet.

"Oh, you! Just do that, you have a good rest and don't get hurt anymore."

Mo Yan was very efficient in his work. Soon after he hung up the phone, he sent Fangfang the address and contact information of the recording studio.

After Fangfang contacted the other party, she agreed to go and record songs at 1:00 p.m. The next day, Lin Yao could also practice singing there in the past two days.

This time was also negotiated with the other party according to Lin Yao's request, because entering the recording studio is not an easy task.

Before this, singers must practice the songs, polish the details, and integrate them into their emotions, so that they can record the best results.

Otherwise it will waste equipment and time.

Moreover, "Roof" is a song sang by a man and a woman. The chorus also needs to be integrated into each other and improve the tacit understanding.

From now on, there are less than two days left. If you want to practice and get to the best condition, you will be very nervous.

In other words, Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole must practice together for more than the next day.

And this is Lin Yao's purpose.

Wow, I can be with him for two days this time, so happy!

Lin Yao's heart was so excited that she flew up, her face was calm, and she sent a voice to Fang Xiaole in front of Fangfang:

"I've contacted the time to record the song. It's 1:00 p.m. the day after tomorrow. If you have time these two days, can we practice this song more? "

Soon, Fang Xiaole replied: "It just so happened that Director Li notified the preparations for the third phase recording the night after tomorrow. There was nothing wrong in the past two days."

Lin Yao pursed her lips and replied immediately: "Then let's start now. Send me the address and I'll pick you up."

Fang Xiaole sent the address location: "Okay, I'm really bothering you."

"It's okay, I'll thank you for your songs."

The two finished chatting on WeChat, and Lin Yao immediately stood up from the sofa.

"Let's go quickly, don't let others wait for a long time."

Fangfang didn't move, held her hands in front of her chest, walked to Lin Yao, staring at her with a suspicious look on her face:

"Sister Yao, are you lying to me?"

Lin Yao smiled and subconsciously stroked her hair in her ears, "What have I lie to you?"

"You said you were looking for Assistant Fang just to buy songs and have no other ideas."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Then why did you laugh so hard that you couldn't even close your mouth when you chatted with him on WeChat? Sister Yao, are you in love?"
Chapter completed!