In the past month or so, Xia Zhihe mentioned to his colleagues more than once that he should learn more about the artists in Zhongzhou.
As the central region of China, Zhongzhou’s economic, political, and cultural status are unquestionable!
It is true that many people in Central Continent look down on South Continent.
But there will always be some people who maintain neutral opinions.
Chen Ming is such a person!
Even if the song written by Chen Ming did not satisfy him in the end, he would still be willing to make friends with Chen Ming.
Not to mention, Chen Ming's song "Numb" has completely ignited his heart.
With this song as the theme song, this year's championship will definitely be more lively than last year.
Thinking of this, Xia Zhihe couldn't wait to send this new song to his boss's mailbox.
Furthermore, I made a special call to my boss to talk about this matter.
An hour later, Xia Zhihe's cell phone rang again.
The others looked at Xia Zhihe curiously, and saw that Xia Zhihe kept nodding in agreement, with a very humble attitude, and of course, a deep joy.
After a while, Xia Zhihe hung up the phone.
"Boss, what did the boss say?"
Everyone looked at Xia Zhihe.
Judging from Xia Zhihe's expression, he knew that this matter should be praised by his boss.
really!
Xia Zhihe said happily: "The boss said that he would personally come to Zhongzhou to meet this artist. He also said that this song is very good. I have never heard such a touching song."
Hearing this, the others cheered.
If they get this done, their bonuses will be indispensable.
Xia Zhihe calmed down his joy slightly and said angrily: "Now you know how happy you are? Why did you only know how to show off to others in the beginning!"
For a moment, the atmosphere was a little awkward.
Xia Zhihe just complained and didn't say much: "I'm going to prepare a song sales contract immediately. I'll go to Xingyu Entertainment to sign the contract in person."
Fifty million in five years!
It’s really a bloody profit!
Xia Zhihe breathed a long sigh of relief.
However, he felt a little regretful. It would be even better if Sun Qingxuan could be the spokesperson and Chen Ming could write the songs.
Of course, he also knew that this was just a thought. If Sun Qingxuan's net worth was added, the five-year signing and endorsement fee would be far more than 50 million.
Everyone got busy and began to prepare the contract hurriedly.
Xia Zhihe leisurely clicked the play button again and started listening to it a second time.
Really good! Listen to it again...
........
Listen to it one last time!
...........
It’s really the last time!!
One day passed.
Xia Zhihe did everything but stay in the hotel room and listen to this song. When he heard the rest, it seemed like there was an echo in his mind.
At this time, Xia Zhihe closed the laptop with satisfaction.
the other side.
After Chen Ming handed the song to Xia Zhihe, he didn't care about it anymore.
He has absolute confidence in this song. If Xia Zhihe is not satisfied, there is nothing Chen Ming can do.
the next day.
Chen Ming went to the hospital.
Han Bingbing University has already started school, so there are often only two people in the ward, the nurse and the old dean.
When Chen Ming rushed to the hospital, the old director was looking at the scenery outside the window in a daze.
After the rain, the sky clears up.
The air is the freshest at this time.
The nurse specially opened the window to let the old dean breathe fresh air.
"grandfather."
Chen Ming put a lot of gifts on the table and spoke softly.
When the nurse saw the gift brought by Chen Ming, she hesitated to speak.
In the end, she just said: "The patient needs to rest and not stay for a long time."
The old dean turned back to look at Chen Ming.
I don’t know if it’s Chen Ming’s imagination, but the old dean seems to be getting older.
Although his complexion is still rosy and he does not seem to be a patient, from the demeanor and breath, the old dean is much more depressed than last year.
"Child, sit down."
The old dean patted the edge of his bed and motioned for Chen Ming to sit on the bed.
Chen Ming sat down obediently and took the old dean's hand. It was very rough, the purple veins were beating slightly, and the dying breath was flowing in the blood vessels.
"Are you busy lately?"
The old dean looked at Chen Ming lovingly, his cloudy eyes clearing a bit now.
Chen Ming scratched his head and said with a smile: "Fortunately, it's not very busy. I will visit you often in the future."
The old dean didn't answer and looked out the window again.
"Spring is almost over, and summer will soon come."
"Yeah, time flies so fast!"
Chen Ming sighed.
The days when he sang in bars seemed like yesterday.
Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he has become an A-level artist, with a balance of tens of millions in his card. If he works hard for a while, he will probably have a deposit of hundreds of millions.
Chen Ming never dared to think of this number before.
Chen Ming followed the old dean's gaze and looked out the window.
A little bird stood on a branch with green leaves, chirping and shaking its head. Chen Ming found it very interesting, but after a while, the little bird flew away.
The two fell silent.
Chen Ming looked at the old dean curiously. The old dean also spoke less than before.
After thinking about it,
Chen Ming spoke softly: "In a few months, the orphanage will be renovated. At that time, I will take grandpa back to have a look."
The old dean seemed to be in a daze and did not respond to Chen Ming's words.
After a long time, the old dean finally spoke: "Xiao Ming."
Chen Ming was shocked all over.
He looked at the old dean again with a more puzzled expression.
Since he came of age, the old dean has always called him by his full name and never called him by his nickname again.
"Grandpa, I'm here!"
Chen Ming patted the back of the old dean's hand, and the warmth from his palm spread to the old dean's hand.
"Grandpa wants to trouble you with something."
"It's no trouble, Grandpa, please tell me."
"Help those children who don't have ID cards yet, go to the police station to register and get one."
When he said this, the old dean no longer looked at the scenery outside the window, but looked at Chen Ming seriously.
Chen Ming was slightly silent.
It's not that he doesn't want to, but it's not easy to accomplish. If the children in the orphanage want to have a legal identity, there are a lot of things and procedures that need to be assessed.
and,
The criminal population in China is mainly concentrated in children born in orphanages.
This makes many people discriminate against children born as orphans!
This kind of discrimination has also caused them to encounter a lot of difficulties and troubles in society.
Chen Ming doesn't think he has the ability to give all the children in the orphanage their own ID cards.
But he will try his best.
Looking at the old dean's cloudy eyes, Chen Ming smiled and said: "I will do it!"
"I have worked hard for you in this life, my child."
"The things that should have been done by me were all pushed onto you."
The old dean said guiltily.
Chen Ming pursed his lips. He did work hard, but there were many people who worked hard like him, and even more people worked harder than him.
The old dean touched Chen Ming's head and sighed.
The next second,
The old dean looked out the window for the third time, muttering inaudibly.