Wang Sisi saw Wen Zheng looking at her for help. After hesitating for a moment, she said slowly: "I think you can terminate the contract with the company."
Wen Zheng frowned at her and said in a deep voice, "Do you think Ye Xiaoxue and I really have anything to do with each other?"
"It has nothing to do with this."
Wang Sisi paused and then explained, "Don't you want to move behind the scenes? After terminating your contract with the company, you will have more time to take care of your company and do the things you like to do."
Wen Zheng said impatiently: "You should know why I have to be tied to Yueyin. Besides, I have a high degree of freedom in Yueyin. You should also understand this, right?"
Just when Zhou Meiyun was about to speak, Wang Sisi stared at her and said, "Mom, can you go back to the house first? This is a matter between Wen Zheng and I. Let us resolve it ourselves."
"I'm not doing this for you..."
Before Zhou Meiyun finished speaking, Wang Sisi raised her voice and interrupted:
"What you and I care about are completely different. I believe in Wen Zheng, and I know he is not that kind of person, so put your little thoughts away, okay?"
Although Zhou Meiyun looked embarrassed, she turned around and left without saying a word.
Wen Zheng's face softened slightly and he said softly: "The most I can do is terminate the artist's contract, but I will not leave Yueyin. At least not now. Even if Ye Xiaoxue can fight to become a god, she still cannot support the company by herself for the time being."
"She is not the only singer in the company."
Wang Sisi retorted, "I asked you to give up contact with Yueyin. I just hope that your company can rise to prominence as soon as possible. Calculate for yourself, how much money has your company taken so far? Even if you are confident, you are not afraid of something unexpected happening one day.
Launch a copycat website and let others use the foundation you have laid to gain an advantage? So I think this is the best opportunity for you to withdraw from Yueyin."
Wen Zheng shook his head and said: "Your worries are reasonable, but I would rather my company go bankrupt than see Yueyin being suppressed by Liang Long and Gao Fushun."
"I'm just asking you to leave Yueyin, but I'm not asking you to sever your relationship with Yueyin and never have any contact with her until you die?"
Wang Sisi was a little angry, "Don't you understand yet? Even if you are a world-class superstar, you are still inferior in front of those predators. The website is your future!"
Wen Zheng was silent for a moment, looked at her and said softly: "Give me some time, please. You have to believe me, even if I don't have the website, I can still come up with other good projects. Besides, my goal has never been to become one of the
With that group of people, I feel that I have my own mission in this world."
Wang Sisi put her hand on her forehead and completely lost her voice.
Wen Zheng originally thought that he had convinced people with reason, but in fact the matter was not solved, but instead created greater hidden dangers for him.
The next day.
Wen Zheng went to Old Man Yao's house as usual, and then transferred to the hospital.
Wen Yang's condition gradually improved, and he started to talk more. So if he didn't ask last night, he asked straight to the point today.
"What's the relationship between you and that Ye Xiaoxue? I heard on the Internet that you did something sorry for others. Is this true? We don't like this as human beings!"
Wen Zheng hurriedly explained.
It was with a dry mouth that I finally convinced my parents that this was the company's arrangement.
Wen Yang sighed: "I don't understand these things about you. I heard from your mother that you are planning to get married?"
"Maybe at the end of the year or next year."
Wen Zheng said casually, and then added, "When the time comes, we will hire a professional team to take care of it. I will just pay for it, and we can save some trouble."
Wen Yang said: "Since you have your own ideas, I can't say anything. I discussed it with your mother. Our idea is to let her stop being a star. You are not short of money now, and even you have to retire.
Well, she should just quit. It’s not a serious career after all.”
"I have my own hobbies, so how can this not be a serious profession?"
Wen Zheng retorted.
His mother suddenly interjected: "Your father and I have only one request. If it works, then you marry her and we won't say anything. If it doesn't work, we won't come forward then."
Wen Zhengzheng advised: "Can you please stop being so old-fashioned in your ideas? What does this have to do with marriage?"
"Why doesn't it matter?"
Wen Yang looked a little excited, "In our village, big star is not a compliment. It's embarrassing to have just one of you. How can there be two of you? Where will this old face go when you ask me to walk around the streets in the future?
What will my relatives and friends think?"
Wen Zheng quickly comforted him: "Don't be excited, don't be excited!"
"I'll just discuss this with her. It shouldn't be a big problem. As long as you get better soon, everything will be easy to discuss."
Wen Yang snorted angrily and said, "Go away, I see you are angry now. Come back after we have discussed it."
Wen Zheng sighed and had to leave.
He just felt that his head was as big as a bucket, why was it so difficult to serve both sides.
After leaving the hospital, he immediately called Wang Sisi and learned that she was at the company, so he immediately drove straight to the company.
When he met Wang Sisi at the company, he threw a manuscript to him before he could say anything.
"I plan to release a song by myself, please help me check it out."
Wen Zheng glanced at the lyrics and music manuscript and said casually: "Go to my office. I happen to have something to discuss with you."
On the way, Wen Zheng had made preliminary conclusions about Wang Sisi's manuscript.
The lyrics are a bit immature. She probably wrote them a long time ago and then took them out and changed them, but they are still not outstanding.
As for composing music, it’s a bit interesting.
When he came to the office, Wen Zheng couldn't help but ask: "What do you want to express in this song? I think the words are a bit messy, and I can't find any pattern in the melody."
"Worthless?"
Wang Sisi was a little unhappy.
"No, no, no, there are merits," Wen Zheng hurriedly smiled, "It's just that I didn't understand what you wrote. There are many kinds of love, love, lovelorn, cold war, ambiguity, etc., you...
The words have no backbone. If there is music first, then the music should also have an emotional tone. Once you start it, it will be quite exciting, almost like a march."
Wang Sisi's pretty face turned red.
She did borrow some foreign march music for the prelude. She wanted to make it a blockbuster, but ended up using it in the wrong place.
She hesitated and said: "I wanted to write about the heartache of first love. I had never been in love at that time, so the words were taken for granted."
Wen Zheng picked up his pen and said: "Your opening sentence is not bad. Gray sky, as soon as these four words came out, the emotional tone was instantly established, but the main idea was lost in the next few sentences. You just made a mistake.
, you, me, him, whoever’s wrong, just go up and attack him like this.”
"Look at the song "Blue and White Porcelain", the second sentence is, the peonies depicted on the bottle are just like your first makeup. Another example is "Wait a Minute", the second sentence is, will you stop saying you love me till now?
That day. And the song "Love You" hits the point right from the beginning. If you sneeze, it must be me thinking about you."
"You have to have a personal pronoun when you speak. And rhyme..."
Wen Zheng became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, and he didn't even notice that Wang Sisi had a dark face.
When he found out, he said very bluntly: "Why are you so embarrassed? I didn't say anything. Ordinary people want me to teach you this, and I haven't got time yet."
Wang Sisi tried her best to control her emotions and squeezed out a smile.
She said word by word: "I'm sorry for wasting your time. I'll leave now."
Wen Zheng finally came back to his senses, pressed down the manuscript, and said with a smile: "Don't be angry. Your template is very good, I'm just a bit of a teacher. Sorry, sorry! Just wait a moment, I'll polish it for you.
Then we can go record songs.”
"really not bad?"
Wang Sisi was also a little confused.
According to her, the things Wen Zheng produced were of very high quality, so it was inevitable that her humble work would depreciate greatly in his eyes.
To put it bluntly, she is still very confident in herself. She does not seek to reach the level of Wen Zheng, but she should at least be close to the standard.
Wen Zheng nodded fiercely and said: "It's indeed good! I'll make a few small changes for you, and this song will be perfect!"
After that, when he picked up the pen, he frowned slightly again.
In order to prevent Wang Sisi from discovering his embarrassment, he had to change the subject and said: "Have you ever thought about withdrawing from the circle?"