Shao Qing had a slight smile on his lips, his eyes flickering between Yan Qing and Miao Miao, with no intention of continuing to speak.
"Hey, I think I'm doing okay here. There's nothing abnormal about her. Weng...she's actually quite natural, and even if someone spots her one day, it won't be a big problem."
Yan Qing continued the topic mentioned by Shao Qing with a natural expression, thinking in his mind: "Come on, old fox, tell me something I don't know..."
When Shao Qing heard what Yan Qing said, he looked at Miao Miao next to him, who lowered her head and raised her ears.
Yan Qing spread his palms to indicate that there was no need to avoid her.
"Crack!"
Shao Qing lit another cigarette and then said with a smile:
"Brother Qing, are you really not acting abnormally?"
Shao Qing leaned out, held the cigarette between two fingers of his left hand, and made a money-counting movement with his right hand that everyone on Earth would understand.
Shao Qing's flaming red lips poked out a string of eye circles and smiled jokingly:
"It is recognized by insiders that a song like "Light Chaser" can easily sell nine million songs even if it is released as a digital single. You just asked her to sing it without even thinking about it. Is this normal?"
Yan Qing smiled and prepared a few words of defense: "It's not because..."
Shao Qing spoke quickly and said, "Our Menghulu is even more unnatural. You heard about her changing dance, right?"
Seeing Yan Qing nod, Shao Qing smiled bitterly and said:
"I told Luo Bing the truth. She did reply that she could change it if she wanted. But..."
Shao Qing frowned and bit his lip, as if he was thinking about how to explain Weng Huaijing's reason for changing dances on the spot.
Yan Qing blurted out:
"The song that follows the Serenade playlist, Heitrich's "Happy Birthday Variations"?"
Shao Qing nodded and let out a long sigh: "Yes, you can hide it so deeply when you say happy birthday, Guan Jian, you can still catch it."
Shao Qing took only one puff and threw the naturally burned cigarette butt into the ashtray, and said leisurely:
"It took me a long time to figure it out. As soon as I asked her, she turned her back to me. But I'm not stupid. Sister Qing is also young, okay?"
"You are young!"
Yan Qing flattered Shao Qing and tried to explain:
"I really didn't think too much about "Light Chaser". I originally prepared a song, and the final result proved that this song is more suitable for her."
"Of course it's more suitable for her. You wrote it specifically for her, is it suitable?"
Shao Qing had an expression on his face that said I understand, I know everything.
"We are planning to release a digital single EP for this song on Xiyu. Do we need to talk about licensing it?"
Shao Qing raised his eyebrows and asked, and immediately added another sentence before Yan Qing could answer:
"Dingxin doesn't take a commission, and I don't take a commission from the 10% that the agent appointed for the shots I made. By the way, Brother Qing, please recommend a recording studio. I want you to supervise the production of this song for her, and
Arrangement.”
"Sister Shao, Brother Qing, the China Copyright Association stipulates that the lyrics, music, and arrangers each have at least 2%, 2%, and 1% of the income from the work. We got the song "The Beginning of Autumn" from Chu Tian
But the top 12%.”
When it comes to income related to the studio, Miao Miao no longer remains silent.
"Okay, I have no objection. We can also give you the highest 12%."
Shao Qing picked up the coffee and took a sip, leaving a slight lip mark on the wall of the white porcelain cup. When he put down the porcelain cup, he also adjusted the order of crossing his calves.
Yan Qing paid attention to Shao Qing's every move and thought: "The old fox must know something. He looks like he is convinced of me. This money is hot, so I can't expose myself."
After deciding on the scenario, Yan Qing skillfully played the image of a man who is very attached to his ex-girlfriend:
"Xiao Meow, have we finished registering our copyright? Can you help me write an authorization email to Sister Shao? Oh, and add a copy of the income rights transfer document, stating that we voluntarily transfer the author income rights of "Light Chaser" to Weng Huaijing.
"
Miao Miao stood up with a pouted look on her face.
"Okay, Xiaomiao, she doesn't have much money, so technically she is considered a co-author of this song."
Yan Qing did not dwell on the income rights. After coaxing Miao Miao, he continued to say to Shao Qing:
"There's no problem with the arrangement. There's really no need for a prison cell. She understands the song better than I do."
Shao Qing covered his mouth and said with a smile: "We have already agreed to arrange the music. What big deal can we do to supervise a studio? Brother Qing, isn't it because he is afraid of our family's jealousy?"
Yan Qing had no choice but to give in: "Okay, I plan to make "Li Sao" tomorrow, so we'll meet at Caochangdi Art Village on the North Fifth Ring Road at nine o'clock in the morning, Flashing Star Recording Studio."
"I know Flashing Star. I met their manager Deng Wenbin once. He is a pretty nice person."
"Sister Shao, you are here today just because of this, a phone call."
Yan Qing was thinking about how to use Shao Qing's words.
Shao Qing glanced at Miao Miao, who was bending over the desk to write the authorization document, and said seriously to Yan Qing:
"In August 2015, we at Dingxin had been considering whether to sign a management contract with Weng Huaijing. At that time, she had just been invited back from New York by Principal Deng of the Imperial Dance Academy to teach."
Yan Qing secretly said that the drama finally came, and his body naturally adjusted to a posture of listening attentively.
"In February of that year, she had just won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress. Far more than one agency from Dingxin extended an olive branch to her. The three demands she made almost scared everyone away."
Shao Qing stretched out three fingers as he spoke.
"First, her focus will be on teaching at the Imperial Dance Academy, and she will only consider accepting ballet solo performances from surrounding areas.
Second, the movie must let her choose the script first and read the storyboards, and the shooting period must not conflict with her teaching tasks.
Third, she has to make her own decisions about commercial activities and product endorsements."
Yan Qing nodded lightly and sighed inwardly: "I really have you, and I am worthy of being the one who admires you."
"At that time, the management actually thought it was a loss-making deal. In the end, in September, I persisted and gave the company a guarantee before signing her. I also specially arranged for Liang Youtang, who specializes in the management of classical artists from Dingxin, to come.
Take care of her agency."
Shao Qing looked at the LED digital clock on the wall:
"It has been four years, the ballet has been performed 34 times, and the movie has not been filmed at all. Fortunately, the chief designer of "Lu", Mark Jagbus, has always been very fond of her cool image."
Yan Qing remembered the old-fashioned messenger bag she was carrying when she first met Weng Huaijing in the imperial capital.
"The image of Weng Huaijing is really suitable for LV. Fortunately, I haven't been called a donkey in this life."
Shao Qing sounded a little happy:
"The contract she signed in New York as the image spokesperson for the entire "Lv" line of products in the Asia-Pacific region supported her resources and reputation in the fashion circle. Later, I helped her negotiate a contract renewal, which also made it difficult for Dingxin's executives to
An opportunity to settle old scores with me.
The contract period in the past four years has been relatively smooth, except for the Shanghai incident. But if Liang Youtang hadn't accepted that notice by accident, I would never have known that she had a story with you.
"
Shao Qing showed some true feelings and lit up his third cigarette:
"I have always liked to look forward to it, and she has a lot of my youthful appearance."
Shao Qing closed his eyes as if thinking about something.
"I also know very well how she endured it for the past four years."
Shao Qing pronounced the word "forbearance" very strongly.
"I don't know what happened between you, and I don't want to care about what will happen to you two in the future."
Shao Qing's always affectionate and smiling eyebrows were sharply pointed towards Yan Qing at this moment. She gritted her silver teeth and said domineeringly:
"But I hope she doesn't get hurt again!"
Yan Qing had been listening to Shao Qing's words quietly. Unexpectedly, the hat of "scumbag" flew to his head before he could speak out to defend himself.
Miao Miao slapped the two authorization documents on the coffee table and glared at Shao Qing with red eyes:
"Mr. Shao, I'm afraid you have forgotten that the injured person is our brother Qing."
Upon seeing this, Yan Qing quickly stood up and supported Miao Miao, who was trembling with anger.
Miao Miao shed tears and continued to look at Shao Qing:
"Could it be that Brother Qing has lived a good life in the past four years? He often spends all day in a daze, staying away from the Internet, and living in self-exile. Even the piano he loved to play before is rarely touched again."
Seeing Miao Miao losing her composure, Shao Qing's red lips twitched as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed.
"Xiao Meow, it's okay. Those things have really passed. Now I play the piano every morning. I have come out of it."
Realizing that the plot did not go as he had imagined, Yan Qing first chose to coax Miao Miao into tears.
After realizing that Miao Miao had calmed down a little, Yan Qing turned to Shao Qing and said:
"Sister Shao, I understand your concern for Weng Huaijing. The story between us is very complicated, but it has indeed passed. I can't promise you anything..."
The muscles on Yan Qing's face pulled at his thin lips and smiled bitterly:
"I have no intention of hurting anyone, including what happened in Shanghai last time. I have a peaceful mind and have no resentment towards her."
Yan Qing apologized to Shao Qing:
"How about that's it for today, I'll take you out, little meow, take a good rest."
Shao Qing silently collected the two authorization documents and stood up to leave.
Miao Miao wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, gently pushed away Yan Qing who was still holding her arm, and bowed slightly to Shao Qing:
"I'm sorry, Sister Shao, I lost my temper just now."
Shao Qing waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.
Miao Miao bowed to Yan Qing again:
"Brother Qing, you'd better let me see Sister Shao off, otherwise it would be too rude."
Yan Qing thought for a while and looked at Shao Qing.
Shao Qing returned your reassuring look instantly.
"Okay, then don't cry. We have business to do later."
Yan Qing pointed to the computer on his desk and reminded Miao Miao about draft selection.
Miao Miao led Shao Qing out and downstairs.
When the two of them walked through the small front courtyard and walked into the porch, Shao Qing stopped, turned around and whispered to Miao Miao, who was hesitant to speak:
"Silly girl, it must be hard to like him."
Shao Qing's ten words softly made Miao Miao stunned as if hearing a yellow bell. She shook her head first, then nodded, and the tears that had stopped flowing began to flow down her eyes again.
Shao Qing stretched out his arms to hug the petite Miao Miao into his arms, and gently patted Miao Miao's back with his right hand.
"He doesn't know your thoughts yet, and treats you as a treasure like his younger sister. Sister Qing also loved a man like this back then, and she kept it hidden for many years."
Miao Miao sobbed: "Sister Qing, I'm sorry. Every time I see Brother Qing'er sad, I can't help it. That's why I'm so rude. I've always hidden it well..."
Shao Qing didn't wait for Miao Miao to continue what she said, and took out the silk scarf of the same brand from his lock bag. He held Miao Miao's face distressedly, wiped Miao Miao's face with the silk scarf, and comforted her softly:
"Don't worry, he didn't notice it. Sister Qing, please wipe your face clean. You should go back quickly. Men are very dull when it comes to little girls.
Sister Qing has liked that person for sixteen years. Every time he introduces me to others, he still says:
Look, everyone, this is my most proud disciple, Shao Qing, this little girl is amazing."
Shao Qing imitated the man's tone very vividly.
Miao Miao was so amused by her that she burst into laughter and hugged Shao Qing with a little force.
"Then I will go up, Sister Qing, and I will call you Sister Qing from now on.
After Brother Qing'er met you for the first time, he told me at the door that he felt that Xiao Meow would be as cool as an old fox when he grows up, and I will try my best to be a little fox in the future."
Shao Qing let go of his hand, put away the silk scarf, waved and turned around to leave the house, maintaining an elegant and dignified posture all the way.
It wasn't until she got into her car parked outside the alley, kicked off her high heels, and put on flat shoes for driving that Shao Qing put her head on her hands, rubbed her temples heavily, and then sighed deeply:
"The person they like is at least still alive and healthy in this world. As for me, until that person passed away suddenly, I never expressed my feelings. Instead, I accepted a gift from him before his death."
Start the engine, pull down the handbrake, and pump the gas with a bang.
Shao Qing drove this behemoth navigator away into the distance.