"Do you have any other songs?" Hearing him say that there will be cooperation in the future, he asked him in some surprise, Yu Ziqi was a little puzzled, Z University is not an art college.

Feng Wuling didn't reply, and switched the interface back to the (China Copyright Society) song page, and then turned the notebook.

Yu Ziqi glanced at him suspiciously, and then looked at the screen of the notebook, which was the page of the song class (China Copyright Society), which she was naturally extremely familiar with, because she often logged in.

This is not the point, the point is that there are a bunch of song names densely arranged below, she subconsciously leaned over, wanted to see a little clearly, "snap" the notebook closed, she then looked up and saw that handsome face, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she smiled evilly.

She felt her heart skip a beat, but she quickly reacted that she was shabu-shabu, this hateful fellow, really has no manly demeanor at all.

"What do you mean?" she sat up straight and returned to her strong woman posture, still thinking about the names of the songs that were densely packed on the screen.

"You sent those two singles to test the water, and if you think the effect is okay, then I will pack her next album. Feng Wuling turned the notebook around, thinking about his future plans, if Yan Chuqing became popular, his songs would have a sales outlet, a win-win situation.

Of course, it also depends on the sincerity and attitude of the other party. However, judging by the experience of his previous life, this is impossible. Even though his songs are good, he is not famous now, which is his flaw.

But he is not in a hurry, he is still young and has time. Beat your own fame first, no matter what era, the greater the fame, the more convincing, and the higher the status.

The more famous something is, the more expensive it will sell, and when the fame reaches a certain level, it will not simply sell something anymore.

Just like now's OEM, just like today's luxury. It took a long time to establish its social status in the early stage.

So what he has to do now is to slowly build his fame and establish his social status.

Yu Ziqi didn't speak, thinking about the hidden meaning in his words just now, he wanted to praise Hongyan Chuqing, so confident, bragging and not making drafts!

"I'll talk about it later, now I promise you the conditions, 300,000 is 300,000, and I will draw up a contract. As a veteran agent of the company, she can still call the shots on this matter.

"It's okay to sign a contract, but I have one condition, I am not allowed to divulge my information without my consent. "He's still in school, not when he's famous.

"Well, I can agree to this condition. "If these two singles were successful, if the songs in his hand were all of this weight, she would be stupid to leak his information. Isn't it the coolest thing to eat alone?

She has a lot of contract templates in her phone that can be used with a little modification. Send it to him on your mobile phone, modify it on the computer, and print it out with the printer next to it. Then the two men each signed their names.

"Send me your bank card number and I'll send you money tomorrow. "I put a contract worth 300,000 yuan in my bag, let out a sigh of relief, and tossed around with this hateful guy for a long time, and finally got it.

After receiving the card number information, he got up and walked out without hesitation, there were two more parties this afternoon, but now the first one is late. And staying with him, I'm really fed up, it's going to be short-lived.

Feng Wuling got up again and sent today's second guest out.

The next morning, I continued to copy the script in the coffee house, and at ten o'clock, I received a text message prompting that 300,000 yuan had arrived. After a while, my mother's call also came, and it seemed that she also knew.

"Hey, Mom, what's wrong?"

"I heard that your two songs sold for 300,000. "Their family is in the CD area, and it is still a house that the family bought when they got married. A three-bedroom apartment of more than 100 square meters was very good at that time. However, society is developing rapidly, and the decoration in the house is outdated.

At the beginning, the school had a house, but the couple missed the old one, so they didn't move there.

At this time, Tan Yulan had just finished cleaning the house, lying on the sofa, watching TV with an apple in her hand, knocking her foot on her husband Feng Tianyu's leg, shaking back and forth.

"What's the matter, do you have a girlfriend?Don't have any money to spend?Do you want to sell songs?" Holding the mobile phone in his left hand and an apple in his right hand, he also handed it to Feng Tianyu's mouth from time to time and asked him to take a bite.

And Feng Tianyu held a newspaper in his hand, listening to his wife and son on the phone with his ears. What songs are worth so much money, and when did my son start writing songs again?

"What kind of girlfriend do you have, the best woman in the world, was snatched away by my dad. It's the old dean's side who is scraping together the money. Feng Wuling heard the same question twice in two days, and he was immediately helpless.

"Hee-hee, it's still my son who has vision. What's going on with the welfare home? You're going to donate all 300,000 yuan. Tan Yulan heard her son's praise in disguise, her face bloomed with a smile, and her whole person trembled.

"A child has been diagnosed with XX disease, and you also know the temper of the old dean, but if there is a little hope, he will not give up. When I went last Sunday, he went to the government to ask for money. But the government can't give all the money to the welfare home, so I'll write something to sell, 300,000 yuan is not enough. I'm still busy writing books, and the money has arrived, so I'll transfer the money to the welfare home. As he spoke, he opened the online banking, logged in, and started the transfer operation.

"My son is so great, and Mom is so proud of you. Tan Yulan wiped the corners of her eyes happily. Feng Tianyu next to him couldn't understand his wife's operation, and he was smiling happily just now, and the kung fu of two sentences turned sunny to cloudy? Women are really fickle animals.

Lao He, He Qiyong graduated from the directing department of the Modu Drama Academy, and was brought into the circle by a senior brother after graduation. has been working hard and conscientiously, and finally ushered in the opportunity to take charge of the camera after a few years, and then became an instant hit, and gradually became popular in the circle.

However, anyone's life is not all smooth sailing, and just five years ago, three consecutive film failures began. His life hit a low point. There are no investors, no screenwriters, no actors, and what makes matters worse is that the company also terminated the contract with him peacefully last year.

He began to slump and was slowly forgotten by the world. Ding Weizhong once cooperated with him in two movies, and the two had a similar temper and sympathy for each other. After he lost, Ding Weizhong persuaded him more than once, but there was still no improvement, and he felt that there was a lack of an opportunity.

When Ding Weizhong saw this script, he felt that this opportunity had come. So Ding Weizhong took the script to the magic capital.

"Ding Dong", just like the previous few times, it was He Qiyong's wife Li Lijuan who opened the door. Perhaps He Qiyong's greatest luck in his life was used on this woman, in the two years when he completely fell into a trough, his wife has always been loyal to him, and even learned to speculate in stocks to earn a little money to support his family.

"Hehe, Weizhong is here, come, come in" Li Lijuan was dressed in plain home clothes, very simple, and there was no jewelry on her body. Ding Weizhong walked into the unusually clean and tidy living room with his bag, "What about Lao He? is still like that?", he said and pushed open the door of the east room and walked inside, he has been familiar with it in the past two years, just like his own home.

A man with long gray hair and a long beard sat decadently on a chair on a small balcony, his eyes looking out without any focus. Ding Weizhong stood next to him and looked into the distance for a while, then took out the script, and threw a passbook on the table.

"I hid it from my daughter-in-law and sold the wedding house I prepared for my son, and it was sold for more than one million. Hearing this, the decadent man slowly turned his head and looked at Ding Weizhong, who was still standing next to him and still looking into the distance. After a long moment, he trembled and reached out his hands to take the script on the table, as if a pilgrim was holding a Bible.

The man slowly opened it, and all that was left of the world was the sound of pages turning and the clouds in the distant sky.

Ding Weizhong was a little tired from standing, and saw that the man was still reading carefully, so he sat on another chair next to him. Li Lijuan came in twice halfway, saw the situation clearly, secretly wiped her tears outside, and thanked Ding Weizhong in her heart.

"It's not like you wrote it, how much money is missing? I sold my house, but it was hard for Lijuan." After a long time, He Qiyong finally spoke. I haven't spoken much for a long time, and my voice is a little hoarse.

"I'm not bitter, no matter how hard and tired I am, I can survive it, how much more can I suffer. I support any decision you make. As long as you can cheer up, we can make a comeback and buy this house back, no, I'm going to change the villa. Li Lijuan wiped her tears happily, she had cried too many times in the past two years.

He Qiyong stood up tremblingly, tidied up his clothes, and then bowed to Ding Weizhong. "Thank you, thank you for not giving up on me. As he spoke, tears fell to the ground with a puff of his eyes.

Ding Weizhong hurriedly picked him up, "The most important thing for you now is to take care of your body, let's have a good discussion, and next Saturday, give someone an answer." ”