Another World Under My Pen

Since the door is a guest, Sun Peng naturally has no reason to drive people.

After I invited Sima Yuan into the room and sit down, it should have been a polite greeting, but Sun Peng now has no such thoughts and asked directly, "Mr. Sima, how did you find my house? Who told you about my house? address?"

When he knew the identity of the other party just now, Sun Peng's face was ugly tight.

He has always been very high-profile, such as writing novels, writing songs to big stars, and even writing scripts and everything on the Internet. But if he really left the Internet, Sun Peng would be very low-key, let alone participate in various public activities, that is, the address of the home, except for family and friends, almost no one knows.

This Sima Yuan came to the door, making him very unhappy!

"Huh? This..."

Frozen for a moment, Sima Yuan obviously did not expect the other party to ask this question, and quickly explained: "Sorry, because I didn't contact your agent this afternoon, so I asked Feifei's agent Liu Xiaojing... I took the liberty to come and interrupt. I'm really sorry!"

"..."

The eyelids trembled slightly, and Sun Peng gave that Liu Xiaojing a big cross in his heart!

He really doesn't like this.

But since they came, Sun Peng couldn't get angry about it, so he had to smile reluctantly: "Mr. Sima, are you here for the few songs I gave Sister Feifei?"

"Thank you."

After taking a glass of water that Zheng Jia poured himself, and politely thanking him, Sima Yuan smiled and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Sun, I was just for those songs... Feifei Miss and Luca? Thomas, I think you have heard of the dispute?"

To be honest, Sima Yuan was a little surprised by Sun Peng's directness.

In fact, it was the first time the two met. While Sima Yuan was amazed at Sun Peng's grade, he also wanted to get more familiar with each other before he could talk about follow-up cooperation. But since the other party said it straightforwardly, he naturally had no need to avoid it.

"Well, I heard."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Sun Peng nodded.

Seeing that Sun Peng didn’t mean to deny, Sima Yuan’s spirit suddenly lifted: “Then I’ll be straightforward, Mr. Sun, now the conflict between Miss Feifei and Mr. Thomas has affected the production of the new album, which is not good for everyone. So... we need an opportunity, or we need to give one side a step down."

"Well, so what?"

With a faint smile, Sun Peng asked softly.

Sun Peng’s indifferent attitude made Sima Yuan a little embarrassed, but he still smiled and said: "So we want to invite you to go to see Thomas and give him a step, so that the new album can be produced smoothly. ...Mr. Sun, this is not a request, but our request. I hope you will consider it."

When he visited, Sima Yuan's posture was very low.

It's a pity that regardless of the request or the request, Sun Peng couldn't think about this issue at all. He shook his head without hesitation and said, "Sorry, Mr. Sima, it's impossible for me to meet that Luca? Mr. Thomas. . Although it’s a bit uncomfortable to say that, I hope you can understand."

See the producer? What are you doing?

Is it possible that Sun Peng can meet each other very happily and discuss how he "created" those few songs?

"Uh……"

Sun Peng's refusal without hesitation caused Sima Yuan to frown.

As one of the strongest record companies in China, Samsara Records has a huge influence. As a senior at Samsara Records, Sima Yuan's status in the music industry is naturally not low, even the old songwriters dare not neglect it. Therefore, in his opinion, his attitude can be said to be very sincere.

But this Mr. Sun doesn't seem to agree?

Fortunately, Zheng Jia was on the side at this embarrassing moment. She hurriedly pinched Sun Peng and said with a smile: "Mr. Dead Horse, Dapeng means that he has been very busy recently, and since the score has been handed over Sister Feifei, then his work has been completed, so there is really no need to meet with that Mr. Thomas."

Although he didn't want Sun Peng to offend the other party, Zheng Jia wouldn't go over and make decisions for him.

Of course Sima Yuan also heard Zheng Jia's hidden meaning, so his face looked a little better, but he insisted: "Mr. Sun, we still hope you can go to see Mr. Thomas! This is mainly because we want to be able to sign with you. An agreement with a special composer, you may have many opportunities to deal with him in the future, so..."

A special composer agreement?

After listening to what the other party said, Sun Peng was completely speechless.

Not to mention that he didn't plan to invest much energy in the music scene, just talk about the agreement of a special composer in exchange for seeing that Mr. Thomas... Before this Mr. Sima came to find himself, wouldn't he not? Do you want to find out what your main business is?

After blinking, Zheng Jia said nothing.

Under Sima Yuan’s incomprehensible gaze, Sun Peng frowned and said: "Excuse me, Mr. Sima, there is no need to talk about going to see that foreigner, I am not interested! And... between him and Sister Feifei I’m afraid it’s not so simple because I didn’t see him?”

"This……"

After a pause, Sima Yuan could only smile wryly.

Of course he understands that the contradiction between Chen Feifei and Thomas is actually the result of accumulation. On the one hand, Thomas feels that he is awesome, you Chen Feifei should listen to me; on the other hand, Chen Feifei feels that he is even better, so why listen to you? In the end, just because of a trivial matter like seeing the songwriter, the two of them were completely turned over!

Of course, these songs by Sun Peng also gave Chen Feifei and the other party the confidence to turn their faces.

Otherwise, why should Sima Yuan, a dignified company executive, condescend to meet a songwriter? Even if Sun Peng wrote great songs, he was just a newcomer in the music world after all!

However, seeing that Sun Peng’s attitude was quite resolute, Sima Yuan didn’t want to make the relationship stiff at the first meeting. Instead, he smiled and said, “Well, let’s talk about this matter later. So how does Mr. Sun think about the special composer? In fact, our company treats special composers very well, but all the songs written will be given priority...Of course, Mr. Sun’s songs will definitely not worry no one will sing, but we can all share the highest proportion of royalties! "

"..."

Sun Peng smiled after taking a look at Zheng Jia, who was also looking strange.

Well, now he can finally be sure that this Mr. Sima didn't do his homework at all before he came to see him!

As long as he asks Chen Feifei about his own situation, or to check the achievements and sales of his novels, I am afraid that he will not say these words with such a sense of superiority.

However, Sun Peng really didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and simply shook his head and said: "Mr. Sima, you can talk to my agent about this matter. There is no need to talk between us. In addition, I must remind you. The thing is, writing songs is actually just a personal interest of mine, not my main business, so if I choose to refuse in the end, don’t be surprised..."

...

"...That's how it is."

When calling the second sister later, Sun Peng said in a deep voice: "Sister, be careful with that Liu Xiaojing in the future, and tell Sima Yuan my address without consent. This character has a character problem!"

"Okay... what did Mr. Sima say at last?"

After expressing that she understood, Sun Ya asked again.

"What else can I say?"

Shaking his head, Sun Peng said, "Big man, he must be a little temperamental. You didn't see the expression of Mr. Sima at that time. You were surprised and ugly. If you weren't in our house, you might get angry. ......Tsk tsk, everyone should beg them!"

"Haha, this is the truth!"

After listening to his younger brother’s ridicule, Sun Ya said angrily: “Except for you, if other young composers can be valued so much by the senior management of Reincarnation Records, which one is not sincere? That means you don’t care... , What is your conclusion?"

"Of course I refuse!"

Without any hesitation, Sun Peng said with a smile.

"Huh, you are pushing me the trouble again!"

After gritting her teeth vigorously, Sun Ya sighed: "When did you become such a ghost? You don't want to promise people, and you don't want to offend people completely, but push this kind of thing to me. ...Sometimes I really wonder if you are Sun Peng, or that someone is wearing my brother's skin?"

"...Sister, did you say that to your brother?"

"Hee hee, all right, I get it!"

Sun Ya also felt that what she had said was inappropriate, and quickly changed the subject with a smile: "By the way, my brother-in-law and I went to the people of Golden Eagle Video. They resolutely denied that there was anything that the TV station had contacted and wanted to buy " The copyright of Criminal Minds... Guess, what price did they offer?"

"How much?"

Not interested in playing a guessing game, Sun Peng just followed the conversation and asked.

"Thirty million! Thirty million!"

When talking about this number, Sun Ya was obviously excited.

"Thirty million? Only thirty million?"

When he heard this number, Sun Peng was obviously taken aback!

"Ah? Is thirty million less?"

"Tsk tut, how much thirty million?"

The dialogue between the siblings is like talking about cross talk, and there is an obvious cognitive difference in this number.

Sun Ya felt that the copyright of a TV series was nothing more than $30 million to acquire it. In addition, she would have to pay Sun Peng's screenwriter fees in turn, which is already very impressive. Sun Peng thought of the achievements of "Criminal Minds" on the earth, and felt that the Golden Eagle video is too stingy. How much does the Americans cost for just one episode?

So Sun Peng sighed and said leisurely: "Sister, I suggest you take more time to get to know the entertainment industry, otherwise you may count the money for others whenever you sell your brother..."

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