In fact, if it weren't for this pager, Zhao Fusheng would almost have forgotten what Mu Qingqing said.

Sell songs!

It's not that he doesn't know that this thing can make money, but the problem is that if you want to do something, you must at least have enthusiasm, but Zhao Fusheng himself knows that he doesn't understand music at all except for the songs he remembers in his head.

It's like a child with a few apples in his hand, who may be able to fool for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng adheres to a state of resistance to entering the entertainment industry to develop, otherwise with the things he remembers in his mind now, it is not easy to make Fan Baobao popular.

But Zhao Fusheng also knows that even if he helps Fan Baobao become popular, once she loses the ability to foresee, the road she has to take will be even more difficult.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng would rather choose to spend money to send her to study Chinese opera than casually copy a script from the memory of his previous life to her.

Of course, this is all a reason and excuse, in the final analysis, it is because Zhao Fusheng is not interested in the entertainment industry.

He is a middle-aged person's mentality, he values practical things, and the things in the entertainment industry are too virtual, and in Zhao Fusheng's view, they are not as useful as his own hard work.

As a result, when Zhao Fusheng almost forgot about selling songs, Mu Qingqing paged him.

"My aunt has arrived, can we meet?"

This is Mu Qingqing's pager content, and below is the phone number.

Zhao Fusheng hesitated, but still took out the magnetic card and called Mu Qingqing.

"I'm Zhao Fusheng. ”

"Hear me, where are you?" Mu Qingqing's voice was as flat as ever, like a cloud of smoke.

Zhao Fusheng replied: "Dormitory." ”

"Okay, we'll go look for you. After Mu Qingqing finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Holding the microphone, Zhao Fusheng shook his head for a while, saying that he still couldn't refuse.

Half an hour later, there was a horn sound downstairs, and Zhao Fusheng's pager also vibrated as well, he poked his head out of the window on the second floor and saw Mu Qingqing standing downstairs.

"I'll go down right away. Shouting at Mu Qingqing, Zhao Fusheng got up and went downstairs.

When he came to the door of the dormitory, Zhao Fusheng saw Mu Qingqing standing there with a woman who was somewhat similar to her, the woman was about thirty years old, wearing a women's suit, outlining a perfect figure, the curvature of the upper body was quite amazing, her face was six points similar to Mu Qingqing, with a pair of black-framed glasses, and she looked quite intellectual. Compared with Mu Qingqing's youthfulness, the charm of a mature woman makes her charm a little sexy, even with Zhao Fusheng's aesthetics, I have to admit that this woman is perfect.

"This is my aunt. Seeing Zhao Fusheng come out, Mu Qingqing took the initiative to introduce him.

"Mu Qingwan. ”

The woman's voice sounded very pleasant, faintly as if there was no trace of fireworks, but the imperceptible indifference between the corners of her mouth made Zhao Fusheng look deeply in his eyes, and at that moment, he seemed to have found the feeling of facing Mu Qingqing again, but in such an empty and cold tone, this fleeting illusion couldn't help but evoke the emotion of a world away.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Fusheng. ”

Chong Mu Qingwan nodded politely, and Zhao Fusheng asked directly: "If there is anything, please tell me directly." ”

"You ......"

Mu Qingwan frowned slightly, she had heard her niece say before she came that her classmate's personality was a little weird, but she didn't expect it to be so weird.

"Mu Qingqing should have already said it, I don't understand music, and the song is written by myself to entertain myself, so if you want to buy it, the composition of the music is probably a troublesome matter. Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

"No problem, as long as you can prove it's your song, it's not a problem. Mu Qingwan said.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "You don't need to ask me about this. ”

"Huh?"

Obviously, Mu Qingwan didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's words.

Zhao Fusheng laughed calmly: "A song costs thousands of yuan, is it necessary for me to lie to you?"

Mu Qingwan was silent, what Zhao Fusheng said was the truth.

This is 1999, not 2010, and more importantly, Zhao Fusheng is just an ordinary college student, and he has never had a complete work before, in other words, he is a pure newcomer in the music industry, and he is so new that he can't be a new newcomer.

Therefore, this song is worth thousands of dollars at best, which is the fundamental reason why Zhao Fusheng is a little interested.

Speaking of which, Zhao Fusheng especially admires the protagonists in the novels, who can change a house with a song at every turn, or worth hundreds of thousands of millions, he really doesn't understand, where are so many wronged people, why can't he touch it.

Any song, no matter how high the quality is, can be called a divine comedy, before it is tested by the market, it is at best a good song, whether it is a producer or a singer, you may think that the song is good, but before it is launched, who dares to guarantee that this song will be a hit and pay a huge price for it?

What's more, the person who created the song is a newcomer who hasn't had any previous work to prove himself.

Zhao Fusheng can only say that the gap between fiction and reality is that novels can be written casually, while reality must follow certain rules.

"Since that's the case, then I won't trouble you, let's find someone to compose the music ourselves" Mu Qingwan glanced at Zhao Fusheng deeply and said lightly.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Okay, since Miss Mu has a way, then I don't have to work hard." ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper: "Here are the lyrics." ”

"Okay, five thousand dollars, happy cooperation. Mu Qingwan took the lyrics, put them in her handbag, took out an envelope from her bag, and handed it over.

Zhao Fusheng was quite surprised, this price is not low, after all, it is just a newcomer's work, and he just bought the lyrics of a song.

It seems that this should have something to do with Mu Qingqing.

Sure enough, Mu Qingqing nodded with a smile: "You can take it, you're welcome." ”

Zhao Fusheng didn't say much, and took the envelope: "Thank you." ”

In any case, I have inherited the love of others, and I always have to express my gratitude.

For the sake of the five thousand yuan, Zhao Fusheng thought about it and asked Mu Qingwan, "You really don't need me to help compose the music?"

Mu Qingwan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and her eyes looked at Zhao Fusheng with a slight mockery: "Don't you know how to compose......"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, and then laughed, it seems that people just think the lyrics are good, but they still can't believe themselves in the matter of composing.

In that case, then he can't be guilty of a hot face and a cold ass. Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "It's okay, I'm talking too much." ”

Mu Qingqing opened her mouth to speak and stopped, but after looking at her aunt's expression, she still didn't dare to speak.

Seeing Mu Qingwan and Mu Qingqing, who were named aunts and nephews but looked like sisters, leave, Zhao Fusheng smiled and turned to go upstairs.