The almighty boss refuses to be a wronged villain

Chapter 92 I want to ask you for two songs

Qiao Yuqiao hesitated for a moment, "What should we do at that time, sir? Do we want to check out?"

He Xinyan thought for a while: "...It's not necessary for the time being, let's live here first."

This matter was not Shi Lin's instruction and had nothing to do with him. If he and Qiao Yuqiao checked out of the hotel directly and left, it would definitely arouse Shi Lin's suspicion and make He Chenxiao feel that she was threatening them.

Anyway, I have decided to cut it off, and it won’t take more than a few days.

Speaking of which, she has been paying attention to her sense of proportion these days. There are many things she has to do every day. She leaves early and comes back late, thus avoiding encounters with Shi Lin.

As for the benefits she received from Shi Lin...she will find an opportunity to return them all.

The phone rang, He Xinyan looked at the text message and put on the earphones.

It was a demo sent by Lu Sichuan. After taking medicine, his voice finally returned to its original level. He has been recording songs in the recording studio these days.

He Xinyan listened to the demo several times and had to say that he was born to eat this bowl of rice.

The song is perfect. As the original author, she has no objections: "Perfect, better than I imagined!"

Besides, these two songs were actually written by her specifically for Lu Sichuan.

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When Tang Zheng walked in, he saw Lu Sichuan lowering his eyes and smiling, and couldn't help but wonder: "What good thing makes you so happy?"

Lu Sichuan put away his phone, "Brother Zheng, I think... we can negotiate terms with the company."

After so many years of silence, he is fully prepared and confident that he can return to the top.

This time for the release of the new album, he wants to gain more resources and channels.

It sounds like he has more bargaining chips, as he holds the copyrights to these two songs.

If the negotiation with the company fails, it is not impossible for him to set up a personal studio and release the album on his own.

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Fu Ran has been busy catching up on announcements recently, so he only had some time to go back to the company today.

In order to prepare for the album in the second half of the year, he was under a lot of pressure. The company arranged vocal lessons for him to improve his singing skills.

When passing by the recording studio, he listened to the singing coming from inside. He was stunned, as if his soul had been struck, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

Oh my god, what kind of fairy song is this? It’s so beautiful!

He immediately opened the door and walked in, saying excitedly: "Brother Zheng! Did you write this song for me? It's great. I like it very much. It can be the title song on my album! I had a feeling that this would be the song."

The song will definitely be a hit and a big hit!"

The pressure that had been weighing on his heart for a long time melted away. He was smiling and thinking about the future.

"What would you do if this song accidentally destroyed all the music charts? Oh, I would be a little embarrassed, after all, senior Ling Xuan will release a new album in the second half of the year."

Tang Zheng glanced at him subtly, "What are you talking about?"

"I didn't write this song for you, this song belongs to Achuan."

Fu Ran said nonchalantly: "Oh, that's okay. I'm sure senior doesn't mind if I use this song. I'll pay for it."

His family is in good condition and he is a rich second generation, so it is no problem to spend some money to buy a song.

Tang Zheng: "Listen carefully to this sound again. Who do you think sang this song?"

Fu Ran listened to it again in confusion, and the expression on his face gradually solidified.

His manager next to him quickly said with a surprised look on his face: "Is it Lu Sichuan's voice? His voice has healed? Oh my God, that's great!"

Fu Ran: "..."

Tang Zheng smiled and said, "When you listen to this melody and lyrics again, do you feel familiar?"

Fu Ran listened carefully, and the expression on his face suddenly seemed a little enlightened, "This is..."

"Yes, Ah Chuan spent two million from his own pocket to buy the copyright of these two songs by a newcomer I recommended to you before." Tang Zheng said with a smile.

Fu Ran walked out of the recording studio in a daze.

The manager followed him, and after thinking about it for a while, he still felt a little emotional: "It turns out that Lu Sichuan's voice has really improved."

No matter how I listen to this song, I feel amazing, and the performance is perfect. The bass parts that they disliked at the beginning were sung softly and softly by the other party, but the gentle and low-pitched singing was particularly touching.

Fu Ran was so anxious that he wanted to bite his nails, "I was really blind back then! What should I do? Brother Lu is going to release an album, and I will be turned into a scum in seconds."

The reason why he refused in the first place was because he felt that the newcomer was too open-minded.

The company was evaluated not to be worth that much money, and he didn't think it was worth it either. There were so many people who could write songs, so there was no one missing.

But now he discovered that there was really only one missing!

The songs the company chose for him were either quite average or weird. They also said that the market is like this now and fans would pay for it anyway.

But he doesn’t want to be like this! Even he thinks the song is rubbish and his singing is rubbish. It deserves an ugly hot search. Why should fans pay for it? What have the fans done wrong?

Fu Ran: "...Brother, how about I go find that new guy now and ask him to help me write a song?"

Agent: "But didn't you dislike the newcomers trying to get Joe before, and were you worried that the newcomers would use them to hype you up?"

Fu Ran: "No, no, no, I'm blind. As soon as Brother Lu's album is released, this newcomer will become a famous musician. It will be difficult to get an appointment by then!"

Although I am a popular idol of the company, my business ability is really not good, and I might suddenly become confused one day.

If you post it for publicity, people may not take a second look at you, okay?

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When He Xinyan received the email, he had just finished taking a shower and was lying on the bed.

She thought about logging out of the email, but she saw the WeChat friend application and clicked on the friend verification.

The other person’s WeChat avatar is a selfie, and his nickname is Fu Fu loves to sing.

Fu Fu Loves to Sing: [Brother, have you read the email? I would like to ask you for two songs for a price of two million. Can you read it? 】

He Xinyan looked at this title and was speechless.

【Can.】

Why not do the business that comes to your door?

And the price also satisfied her. It was the first time she wrote a song for Lu Sichuan, and the asking price was only 500,000.

When Fu Ran saw the other party's reply, he was so excited that he clenched his fists and shouted "yes"!

The agent came over: "Are you so happy?"

"Of course." Fu Ran could already foresee that he would definitely leave his name in the music world!

The agent was a little speechless. Before, they only asked for 1 million for two songs but you refused to buy them. Now you are rushing to buy them at double the price. Don’t you think it hurts to be slapped in the face?

Fu Ran: "By the way, brother, because these are tailor-made songs, they want to know about my past song styles. Which songs do you think I should release best?"

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When Qiao Yuqiao went to He Xinyan's room, he was a little surprised when he heard the loud music inside, "Why are you listening to such music? It's so noisy."

He Xinyan raised her hand to turn off the music, her expression a bit speechless.

"I'm writing songs for people... but it's really hard to make money."

It turns out that some songs not only fail to soothe the soul, but can also hurt the soul, making people so irritable that they want to climb over the network cable and beat the other person up.

(End of chapter)