It was already early in the morning when Wen Zheng returned home.
Wang Sisi was not at home. In the huge villa, only the electrical indicator lights glowed faintly, and the outlines of furniture were faintly visible.
"Call me back when you see the message."
Wen Zheng was lying on the sofa and sent a prestigious message to Boss Lin.
On the way back, he called Boss Lin, but he didn't answer.
He threw his cell phone on the table, lit a cigarette, and didn't bother to turn on the light.
Now that the postponement of the singing competition has become a fact, what he will do next is a question worth thinking about.
He has the means to make a living!
One song costs at least several million, which is enough for him to live a somewhat luxurious life without having to worry about money at all.
Worship value.
Although there were many setbacks, as Yueyin Records entered the market strongly and his songs dominated the pop charts, his worship value reached hundreds of millions again.
He has money, a position as a company executive, a system supported by admiration, and a girlfriend.
He seemed to have reached an end point that many people would never reach in their entire lives.
If it were before tonight, he would definitely choose to lie down and die without hesitation, but what happened tonight seemed like a thorn in his heart.
It's hard for him to let go.
At that time, if he really killed those four Japanese with evil intentions, the worst he could do was use that immunity card, fake his own death, and then change his identity and live in seclusion with peace of mind.
This was the best solution he could think of after much thought.
It's a pity that Zhao Xin showed up at the wrong time.
He didn't want to involve anyone else in this matter.
When Wen Zheng thought of this, the cigarette butt in his hand almost burned his fingers.
He crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, hesitated for a moment, and then habitually refilled it.
"The singer competition has been suspended and postponed. There must be Japanese people involved. Anyway, he has already made it clear that he wants to kill me. How about I find another opportunity to strike first?"
"But if I leave, what will happen to Yueyin Records? Feng Qin and Wang Sisi can't take the lead for the time being."
There seemed to be two villains arguing in Wen Zheng's mind.
The second cigarette burned out quickly, and Wen Zheng finally made up his mind.
In the following time, he will try his best to leave as many trump cards to Boss Lin, and then go out to eliminate harm for the people.
The important thing is that from now on, he can naturally retreat behind the scenes and start his retirement life in advance, which is what he dreams of.
But the premise is that the other party is not in a hurry to return to the country, so he has to speed up the work.
Thinking about all kinds of details, I don't know when I fell asleep.
When I woke up again, it was already noon.
Wen Zheng hadn't slept in for a long time, but this time he didn't feel uncomfortable without breaking a sweat.
Checking his phone immediately, Lin Qingge still ignored him except for a few messages from Wang Sisi.
After taking a cold shower and eating something in the car, he quickly arrived at the company.
"Did Zhao Lei come to the company today?"
Wen Zheng looked at the lady at the front desk of the company and asked casually.
"I saw him coming this morning, but I didn't notice whether he left or not," the young lady at the front desk said with a sweet smile, "Mr. Wen, do you have something to do with him? Do you want me to inform you?"
Wen Zheng smiled and said, "I'll trouble you then. Let him come to my office."
"Okay!"
The young lady at the front desk trotted away happily.
It didn't take long.
The lady at the front desk knocked on the door of Wen Zheng's office and said awkwardly: "Um... I'm sorry, Mr. Wen. Zhao Lei is no longer in the company."
"Did you go out to catch up on the announcement? Did you say when you would be back?"
"Uh... he has terminated the contract. I heard that he left very decisively."
"The contract is terminated!"
Wen Zheng exclaimed. After realizing his gaffe, he dismissed the young lady at the front desk with a smile, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
A bad year!
I originally thought of starting with Zhao Lei and discussing future development issues with him, but in the end he terminated the contract and ran away?
What is this? A failure at the beginning, or a half-baked start-up?
"Alas...it's my fault that you don't have this blessing."
Wen Zheng sighed softly and found a list of information about the company's contracted artists and looked through it carefully. Among them were some music anchors from Yuanyin's Yuanlang Live Broadcast.
If you want to help Yueyin Records recover its lost attention in a short period of time, Internet celebrity songs are the best choice.
First, build up a wave of popularity for Boss Lin to offset the negative impact of the suspension of the singing competition, and then recruit Lin Qi to calm down the scene. Then what he has to do is basically completed.
Soon, he selected ten people.
Among them, there are five signed artists, five anchors on the Yuanlang platform, and ten songs have been prepared.
For these ten songs, he didn't even need to go to the system store to download them. He could copy the lyrics and music completely just from memory.
For example, "Paper is short but love is long", "A Song of Love", "Desert Camel", etc.
These songs were extremely popular during that summer in Blue Star.
After sorting out the list of lyrics, music and singers, he was about to go find Zhao Qiuxing to come up with a suitable marketing plan when the phone rang.
Strange number.
"Which one?"
"Hello, are you Wen Zheng? I am Director Yang from the Journey to the West crew. Director Zhang Lin recommended you to me."
"What are you doing?"
"Do you have time to meet? I really like your score for Water Margin. The crew is having a little difficulty with it at the moment. I would like to ask you to try it."
Wen Zheng didn't even think about it and said directly: "Since it was introduced by Director Zhang, we are all acquaintances. I know that your crew is in a hurry. If you have any difficulties that you need my help with, why not just talk on the phone?"
In his opinion, it is nothing more than songwriting.
Please state your requirements clearly on the phone and I will send them to you after I finish writing them. If you are satisfied, just send the money.
There is no need for the other party to come all the way for an interview.
Director Yang was silent for a moment on the phone, probably quite surprised that Wen Zheng would be so casual.
She pondered: "There is a passage that I want to see what you think."
"Already have the song? What's left is the lyrics? Which section?"
Wen Zheng asked questions one after another without hesitation.
"Do you know the plot of the Daughter's Kingdom? How about we meet and chat? Aren't you afraid that I am a liar?"
Director Yang also replied three questions.
In her opinion, Wen Zheng is indeed a young man, but he is still a little impatient in his work.
"Can you listen to the melody for me now?"
"On the phone?"
Facing Wen Zheng's sudden request, Director Yang thought he had heard wrong, so he quickly laughed and said:
"How about we sit down and chat. If you are really busy, tell me your address and I will send you the music. How about I give you half a month to think about it? We are filming and playing at the same time, so there is no time
The maximum limit can only be half a month."
Wen Zheng insisted: "If you can, you can hum it for me. In fact, I have researched the part about the Kingdom of Women. Maybe I will be inspired when I first listen to it?"
He just wanted to make sure the melody was still the same.
If so, then he can dictate the lyrics now.
"Uh... okay. Since you insist, I'll turn on the computer and play it for you. I hope you can learn something."
Director Yang had no choice but to play the original soundtrack to Wen Zheng.
Unexpectedly, the moment the melody finished playing.
Wen Zheng said in a deep voice: "Please find a pen and a piece of paper now."
"ah?"
Director Yang looked confused, "Are you going to dictate? How about you think about it again? Isn't this too hasty?"