Chapter 88: A Dangerous Thought
Faced with Tadao Okazaki's problem, Ye Zhao nodded, "Now Miss Kawamoto's agent is in my firm's name. There is only one condition here, that is, I will serve as the producer and control her music style throughout the process." If Kawamoto Kawamoto's right to speak is not in his hands, but entrusted to Sony with full rights, then history will continue according to the original trajectory. Kawamoto Kawamoto's new star will still fall at her brightest moment, and his plan will be out of reach, and everything will lose its meaning.
"I don't know if Ye Zhaosang knows it. Composer and being a producer are different."
The producer's rights over all the work of writing, lyrics, composing and arrangement. It can be said that he is an absolute authoritative figure who holds the power of life and death of singers. The producer's sensitivity to the market and control of singer style directly determines the singer's career. Giving such rights to Ye Zhao, an inexperienced person is a huge risk.
Ye Zhao said: "Of course I know about this. Or I decided to be the producer of Miss Kawamoto after knowing this. Although it was a bit rude, in comparison, I was the one who knew Miss Kawamoto better. I signed her into my company, prepared songs for her and recorded performance videos. The importance she paid was self-evident. Therefore, we hoped that she would succeed was definitely the same."
Tadao Okazaki hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "I personally do not object to let Ye Zhaosang be the producer. At least your compositional ability is unquestionable. Through these singles released over the past year, you can also see your sensitivity to the market. However, the introduction of producers and contracted singers are still different. If possible, can we ask Ye Zhaosang to hold a meeting and discuss it? Before that, we should also ask Ye Zhaosang to come up with a more specific plan for Miss Kawamoto's career so that we can also evaluate the content of the planning book."
"No problem." Ye Zhao agreed very readily, "The specific plan has a general template in my mind. After that, I will send a fax to Mr. Okazaki through the office." Speaking of this, he said half-jokingly: "Mr. Okazaki remember to confirm the inspection."
Tadao Okazaki also laughed, "Don't worry, no one will miss Ye Zhaosang's if you miss this time."
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Opening the car door, Yuki Nakama smiled shyly, "Long time no see, Brother Ye Zhao." She just came out of school, was still wearing the school uniform of Sunrise Women's Academy, and the bow tie tie tied to her shirt slightly turned to the right. This unexpectedly uncensored place has a kind of girlish vitality.
"Monday's school should be quite busy, right?" Ye Zhao took the black handbag from her and asked casually.
Yuki Nakama, who was wearing a seat belt, looked up at him: "Fortunately, it's not much different from usual."
Yuki Nakama, who had just entered school for about two weeks, is still trying to adapt to school life in Tokyo. Although she speaks standard language, she is born and raised in Okinawa and still has several syllable pronunciations that are unique, such as the pronunciation of "La" always sounds like "Le" in French.
Since she promised her mother to take care of her, Ye Zhao also consciously took on the role of an adult. Although it was impossible to really become her "guardian" in Tokyo, it would be fine if she came out to have a meal with her when she had time, listened to her talk about her life in Tokyo, and fulfilled her brother's responsibilities.
Uemura Yuki, who was responsible for going to the school to take Yukiki Nakama, was already in the driver's seat at this time. After the car started, he drove towards the restaurant in Yurakucho.
"Last time I was chatting with you, I saw that you like Tomosaka Sang so much," Ye Zhao took his bag and took out the signature book from it. "So when I met her at the crew meeting two days ago, I asked for an autograph for you."
"Hey~" Yuki Nakama took the signature book with an incredible look on his face, "I actually wrote my name. This is really precious. Thank you Brother Ye Zhao!"
Ye Zhao looked at Yuki Nakama who carefully put the signature book into the mezzanine of the schoolbag, "It's good if you like it."
"By the way, Brother Ye Zhao just said the meeting, is he going to cooperate with Tomosaka Sang again?"
"Yes, it's still "Kinda Ichiko's Event Book", but this time it will be made into a regular series, Tomosaka Sang will continue to serve as an actor of Miyuki Nanase."
"It's so good." Yuki Ei Nakama nodded, "Is Brother Ye Zhao still making the soundtrack?"
"Not only, I'll participate in the performance this time."
"Really? Which role does Brother Ye Zhao want to play?" Asked, he judged himself first, "But there seems to be no particularly suitable role in Kindaichi. If he can play wise police... Although his personality is completely incompatible with Brother Ye Zhao and his age is not very suitable, his appearance is definitely fine..."
"Don't think about it anymore. There are no wise police officers in the case to be adapted this time," Ye Zhao stopped him with a smile, "and, I am not going to play such a 'positive' role, but the murderer."
"Murderer?!" Yuki Nakama was a little startled.
Ye Zhao repeated the answer to Masaki Fukasawa again, "Because I want to be a character who plays the protagonist more than being the foil of the protagonist."
"I always feel that this sentence is bloody by Brother Ye Zhao."
"At this time, even if you are complimenting, you have to say 'Brother Ye Zhao is so handsome'."
Yuki Nakama smiled, "Brother Ye Zhao just wants me to praise you for being handsome, right?"
"See through it and don't say it out loud!"
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The specialty dishes of this restaurant that Ye Ao took Yukie Nakama to be made of hot pot and fried pork chops made from black hair pork delivered directly from the Kagoshima area. The meat of Kagoshima black hair pork is delicious and soft, and is known as RB first.
Before getting off the car, Uemura Yuki handed over the backpack from the passenger seat, "Ye Zhaosang, do you want to disguise?"
Open the backpack, with a hat, sunglasses, masks and masks inside, and even a chestnut wig. Ye Zhao sighed while looking through: "Are you going to let me play an agent, or do you want me to play a scheming show?"
"There is no way, if you are recognized, it will be very troublesome." Uemura Yuki paused, "If it was just Ye Zhaosang, it would be fine, but if he accidentally injured Miss Nakama, it would be hard to explain to Oki Production."
"It's because of dressing up like this, so I'm recognized." Although Ye Zhao complained about him, he still picked up the wig that was about the length of his neck with interest. "You really can't think of bringing this out." While gesturing on his head, he asked Yuki Nakama, "How do you feel?"
Yuki Nakama smiled: "I was surprised and very casual."
"Is that true?" Ye Zhao's enthusiasm suddenly increased, "Or I'll leave my long hair and play with it some other day."
"Now?" Uemura Yuki asked.
"Of course, I must not dress like this." I took off my wig and stuffed it back into my backpack. After thinking about it, I took out the brown octagonal hat from my backpack and put it on. "As long as I didn't deliberately show off, no one will care who is around me."
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The store is not very busy. The three of them sat down at a four-person table in the corner. After picking up the menu, Ye Zhao asked: "Are Xiaohui used to pork dishes?" Although the signature dish is Kagoshima black-haired pork dishes, the store also provides other dishes.
"It's absolutely fine. People in Okinawa often eat pork."
"I have forgotten that the reputation of the black pigs in Okinawa is comparable to that of Kagoshima." Ye Zhao said with a smile. Not only is the reputation comparable, it is said that the ancestor of the black pigs in Kagoshima was the black pigs in Okinawa.
The three ordered the signature hot pot and potato cakes, as well as hand-rolled udon noodles. As the hot pot dishes, in addition to the standard green vegetables, mushrooms, and other green onions that came from Satsuma with black pork. The sauce was made from the restaurant's homemade yuzu hot sauce. Of course, the wine must not be ordered. As a substitute, Ye Showa and Nakama Yukie drank oolong tea, while Uemura Yuki ordered a refreshing drink of ginger.
"By the way, will there be Brother Ye Zhao's HEY3 tonight?"
Ye Zhao paused the chopsticks in his hand, "Do you know this?" He didn't tell her.
"Because I'm watching this season's Yuejiu drama, in order to miss the plot, I will tune the TV channel in advance. Then, just at the end of HEY3 last week, I saw the performance trailer of Brother Ye Zhao."
"You are still chasing Yuejiu?"
Yuki Nakama nodded, "This season is "Please Love Me" starring Eguchi Yosukesan. The plot is super interesting. Just go back tonight and watch Brother Ye Zhao's HEY3 first, and then take over Yue Jiu immediately. It's great."
"Actually, you can't watch this episode of HEY3 I starred in. Anyway, you can just talk and sing, and there is nothing worth watching."
"This kind of words sounds suspicious."
"This is for your own good. DOWNTOWN Sang talked to us about some topics that are not suitable for children. I'm afraid that you will be affected if you read it."
"I'm sixteen years old and I'm no longer a child." Yuki Nakama announced proudly, "And it's because Brother Ye Zhao said that I want to see it even more. Not only do I want to see it myself, but I also want to see it with Brother Ye Zhao. If Brother Ye Zhao says something strange, I will laugh at you mercilessly."
Ye Zhao shivered, "It's too dangerous to have such an idea, Xiaohui."
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Even though he said danger and said not to watch it, it was still three minutes away from 8 o'clock. When the phone in the apartment rang, Ye Zhao still dragged the phone line to the sofa and turned on the TV, "Here, it has been transferred to Fuji Station."
Of course, Ye Zhao couldn't run to Nakama Yuki Hui's place to watch TV with her or take her home to watch TV together. If she really did this, then she really didn't know where to spit out of this slap.
Chapter completed!