Although he spoke to Yu Jirui with a hard mouth, when it came to celebrating more than one year and the manuscript fee, Meng Ke really didn't dare to delay, so he directly booked the fastest flight at noon, got up with his body propped up, cooked a pack of instant noodles, and took a taxi directly to the airport.

The taxi driver is a middle-aged uncle, who should be a music enthusiast, and he has been humming nonsense since Meng Ke got into the car, and the radio is also playing music channels.

Forty minutes away, Meng Ke leaned on the back row and was ready to sleep, and then before he could sleep soundly, a very familiar song came into his ears: "The most beautiful flower in the grassland, the fiery Sarilang, a dream to the end of the world is full of flowers......"

"Huh?"

"Isn't that the song I sent out?"

Meng Ke suddenly woke up.

Then the taxi driver saw Meng Ke's appearance in the rearview mirror, and said with a smile: "Little brother, do you also like Shen Weiwei? I am her fan, this song has been very popular recently, and the thief is good, and it has been exploded on various music channels as soon as it was put on the shelves." ”

After a song was broadcast, there was even a voice interview with Shen Weiwei's voice: "This song "Fiery Sarilang" is my favorite song in recent years, and when I heard it for the first time, I knew that I was fascinated by it. I have the honor of being the original singer of this song, and I want to be very grateful to one person, that is, the songwriter of the song, who is also an online writer, if you like this song, you can support the songwriter's literary works. ”

Scratch someone's back.

It turned out that Xiao Yuer's cousin was called Shen Weiwei.

Meng Ke really didn't remember it before, this girl was a little interesting, and the song she gave her didn't even need a songwriter, but also called for herself.

The driver's master looked familiar with the chatter, he probably thought that Meng Ke also liked to talk about music, so he began to nag him to introduce the entire music scene now, from the driver's master's favorite Shen Weiwei to the rookie who just debuted, and then to the hottest Charles band, Kan Dashan has been all the way.

Meng Ke didn't pay attention to other things, but about the Charles band, he listened to it so much.

It seems that this is the main band of the pattern record, but the popularity of the work is not high, the band is very cool, from packaging to publicity to traffic, it is top-notch, but ...... It's just a catchy work that there is not called.

Shen Weiwei had the same problem before.

But not anymore.

The fiery Sarilang is Shen Weiwei's exclusive song, her temperament is very close, and she likes it herself.

Meng Ke pursed his lips, he suddenly thought that Yu Chunyang, who had a record in that pattern, should be very entangled now, the record company behind him is chasing hard, if the pillars of his family can't come up with excellent works, especially the summer file is about to pass, there is not enough time to make an album, but a single, but there is more than enough poke, it depends on whether this surnamed Yu has the courage.

Thinking like this, Meng Ke boarded the plane in no hurry, and wanted to sleep, but as soon as he fastened his seat belt, his mobile phone received an unexpected but reasonable message.

is from Pattern Records Yu Chunyang: "Mr. Meng, I want that dream-chasing heart, but I don't want lyrics, I just want the original song, can it be cheaper? One million is too expensive!"

Hehe......

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Meng Ke thought for a moment and replied directly: "Mr. Yu, I said that the next time you want to contact me again, the price may have to change, and you should also know the twists and turns of this song." The lyrics and the original song are all given to you, the current price is 2 million, as long as the original singer, the current price is 1.2 million, 1 million is the money for selling songs, 200,000 is my mental loss fee, I was hurt by your company's customer service. ”

It rose by 200,000 in two days.

Yu Chunyang's intuition told him that he might hit a nail, but he didn't expect it to come true, but there was no choice, he had to win this song: "Okay, 1.2 million, I want it, just make friends with Mr. Meng, the next album of the Charles band, if Mr. has time, I hope I can make an appointment with you in advance." ”

Meng Ke smiled with his mobile phone, he didn't expect the first payment after the crossing, and he really sold songs, it was really twists and turns, money is such a thing, and he is a bastard.

Mei Zizi replied: "Mr. Yu, don't worry, as long as I talk about money, I have time at any time, and it's no problem to make an appointment, the price is enough, and a few will be fine." ”

"Then when do you have time, let's sign the contract first?" Yu Chunyang is also worried about the long nights and dreams, this song "Dream Chasing Pure Heart" landed one day earlier, and Charles took off one day earlier.

"I'm on the plane to the Pearl right now, and if I'm going to the capital, I'm probably going to be two days late. Meng Ke replied truthfully.

"Mingzhu? Mingzhu is okay, I will send someone over immediately, and after the contract is signed, I will pay you on the spot. ”

"It was a pleasure to work with. ”

"It was a pleasure to work with. ”

snapped his fingers.

Meng Ke really didn't feel sleepy at all.

But just two seconds after the United States, another message was received on the mobile phone, which turned out to be from Lin Zibei, a teacher in the capital: "Brother Meng, your poem has been published in "Chinese Poetry", I will mail you a few copies of the periodical, you remember to receive it." Also, the manuscript fee for the magazine should arrive today, and my teacher also asked me to tell you that if there are any works in the follow-up, remember to submit, our Huaguo's poems need the names of contemporary authors. ”

Coincidentally.

As soon as Lin Zibei's message was sent, the mobile banking prompted that he had received a transfer remittance of 32,180 yuan.

In this parallel world, the manuscript fee for poetry is settled on a case-by-line basis, and the top periodicals and magazines such as "Chinese Poetry" must also have the highest cost.

30,000 yuan is not much, but it definitely solves Meng Ke's urgent need, the ticket money for this flight is still Ning Qiumei's money.

Finally see the money back.

It's not easy.

With a huge sum of 30,000 yuan, Meng Ke slept well, got off the plane and ate a bowl of beef ramen for 50 yuan at the airport, and then went straight to the headquarters of the Nettext Alliance Group.

Yu Jirui was already waiting for him under the headquarters building.

Seeing Yu Jirui for the first time, Meng Ke couldn't help frowning, wanting to say something, but didn't say anything. In the end, he stretched out his hand and helped Yu Jirui very gently, tucked the hair that was scattered on his shoulders behind his ears, and magically conjured a black leather band from his trouser pocket.

Without saying a word, he combed his editor Yu Jirui with a weird-looking ponytail very domineeringly, and then nodded with satisfaction: "It's so beautiful, let's go, who wants to see me." ”

Wrinkling the tip of her cute little nose, Yu Jirui didn't put down Meng Ke's braids in the end, but said with a straight face: "It was Wei Shu, the vice president of the group, who wanted to see you, that is, he heard that your book was sealed, and then he overrode public opinion and lifted the ban directly." As for the reason, it should be that your poem was published in the magazine "Chinese Poetry", and it was called a contemporary classical poet by Shao Lao, and the group needs such a benchmark figure, so ......"

"Okay, it's you guys left and right, really good! Am I going to be grateful to Dade?"