"Mr. Zhang, hard work, hard work!" said Xia smiled at Zhang Guorong again.

Mr. Xia was polite. Zhang Guorong said with a smile, "Mr. Xia, you have done a really good original song contest recently, and when I hear so many beautiful original songs, I feel that the Hong Kong music scene is full of hope." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for the compliment, which is also the purpose of this event. Summer nodded and smiled.

Zhang Guorong also nodded, thinking that summer was amazing, and he was willing to spend so much money to do this meaningful but ineffective thing.

In comparison, so many record companies in Hong Kong only know how to let singers cover songs. Don't they know that when a singer covers someone else's song, it's like chewing the bagasse that someone else spits out again?

"Mr. Xia, I also heard that you are going to give back all the profits of the record company to the musicians?" Zhang Guorong asked in surprise.

Summer nodded, "Yes, that's right. ”

"Really?!" Zhang Guorong's eyes widened in surprise.

When he first heard the news, he thought it was someone else's. After all, how can there be such a stupid person in the world who shares his money with others.

Now that it has been personally confirmed by Summer, Zhang Guorong has to believe it even if he doesn't believe it.

"Aren't you at a loss, then?" he said, puzzled.

Summer smiled, "It's not too much of a loss, it's only thirty or forty million Hong Kong dollars a year." ”

"......" Zhang Guorong glanced at him speechlessly, 30 or 40 million Hong Kong dollars is still 'just'? That's already an astronomical amount, okay? But that's right, people have donated 250 million Hong Kong dollars, and 30 or 40 million is really not important to others.

"I think money has a price, but art has no price. Especially a good song, the value is unlimited. Therefore, in order to make Hong Kong musicians more motivated to create good music for everyone. It's not a big deal for me to suffer a little loss myself. Summer then said.

"Mr. Zhang, hard work, hard work!" said Xia smiled at Zhang Guorong again.

Mr. Xia was polite. Zhang Guorong said with a smile, "Mr. Xia, it's really good that you have done that original song contest recently, and you have heard so many beautiful original songs." I feel that the Hong Kong music scene is full of hope. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for the compliment, which is also the purpose of this event. Summer nodded and smiled.

Zhang Guorong also nodded, thinking that summer was amazing, and he was willing to spend so much money to do this meaningful but ineffective thing.

In comparison, so many record companies in Hong Kong only know how to let singers cover songs. Don't they know that when a singer covers someone else's song, it's like chewing the bagasse that someone else spits out again?

"Mr. Xia, I also heard that you are going to give back all the profits of the record company to the musicians?" Zhang Guorong asked in surprise.

Summer nodded. "Yes, that's right. ”

"Really?!" Zhang Guorong's eyes widened in surprise.

When he first heard the news, he thought it was someone else's. After all, how can there be such a stupid person in the world who shares his money with others.

Now that it has been personally confirmed by Summer, Zhang Guorong has to believe it even if he doesn't believe it.

"Aren't you at a loss, then?" he said, puzzled.

Summer smiled, "It's not too much of a loss, it's only thirty or forty million Hong Kong dollars a year." ”

"......" Zhang Guorong glanced at him speechlessly, thirty or forty million Hong Kong dollars is still 'only'? People have donated 250 million Hong Kong dollars, and 30 million or 40 million is for others. It really doesn't really matter.

"I think money has a price, but art has no price. Especially a good song, the value is unlimited. Therefore, in order to make Hong Kong musicians more motivated to create good music for everyone, it is not a big deal for me to suffer a little loss. Summer then said.

"Mr. Zhang, hard work, hard work!" said Xia smiled at Zhang Guorong again.

Mr. Xia was polite. Zhang Guorong said with a smile. "Mr. Xia, it's really good that you have done that original song contest recently, and when I hear so many beautiful original songs, I feel that the Hong Kong music scene is full of hope. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for the compliment, which is also the purpose of this event. Summer nodded and smiled.

Zhang Guorong also nodded. I think the summer is amazing, and I am willing to spend so much money to do this meaningful but ineffective thing.

In comparison, so many record companies in Hong Kong only know how to let singers cover songs. Don't they know that when a singer covers someone else's song, it's like chewing the bagasse that someone else spits out again?

"Mr. Xia, I also heard that you are going to give back all the profits of the record company to the musicians?" Zhang Guorong asked in surprise.

Summer nodded, "Yes, that's right. ”

"Really?!" Zhang Guorong's eyes widened in surprise.

When he first heard the news, he thought it was someone else's. After all, how can there be such a stupid person in the world who shares his money with others.

Now that it has been personally confirmed by Summer, Zhang Guorong has to believe it even if he doesn't believe it.

"Aren't you at a loss, then?" he said, puzzled.

Summer smiled, "It's not too much of a loss, it's only thirty or forty million Hong Kong dollars a year." ”

"......" Zhang Guorong glanced at him speechlessly, 30 or 40 million Hong Kong dollars is still 'just'? That's already an astronomical amount, okay? But that's right, people have donated 250 million Hong Kong dollars, and 30 or 40 million is really not important to others.

"I think money has a price, but art has no price. Especially a good song, the value is unlimited. Therefore, in order to make Hong Kong musicians more motivated to create good music for everyone, it is not a big deal for me to suffer a little loss. Summer then said.

"Mr. Zhang, hard work, hard work!" said Xia smiled at Zhang Guorong again.

Mr. Xia was polite. Zhang Guorong said with a smile, "Mr. Xia, you have done a really good original song contest recently, and when I hear so many beautiful original songs, I feel that the Hong Kong music scene is full of hope." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for the compliment, which is also the purpose of this event. Summer nodded and smiled.

Zhang Guorong also nodded, thinking that summer was amazing, and he was willing to spend so much money to do this meaningful but ineffective thing.

In comparison, so many record companies in Hong Kong only know how to let singers cover songs. Don't they know that when a singer covers someone else's song, it's like chewing the bagasse that someone else spits out again?

"Mr. Xia, I also heard that you are going to give back all the profits of the record company to the musicians?" Zhang Guorong asked in surprise.

Summer nodded, "Yes, that's right. ”

"Really?!" Zhang Guorong's eyes widened in surprise.

When he first heard the news, he thought it was someone else's. After all, how can there be such a stupid person in the world who shares his money with others.

Now that it has been personally confirmed by Summer, Zhang Guorong has to believe it even if he doesn't believe it.

"Aren't you at a loss, then?" he said, puzzled.

Summer smiled, "It's not too much of a loss, it's only thirty or forty million Hong Kong dollars a year." ”

"......" Zhang Guorong glanced at him speechlessly, 30 or 40 million Hong Kong dollars is still 'just'? That's already an astronomical amount, okay? But that's right, people have donated 250 million Hong Kong dollars, and 30 or 40 million is really not important to others.

"I think money has a price, but art has no price. Especially a good song, the value is unlimited. Therefore, in order to make Hong Kong musicians more motivated to create good music for everyone, it is not a big deal for me to suffer a little loss. Summer then said.

"Mr. Zhang, hard work, hard work!" said Xia smiled at Zhang Guorong again.

Mr. Xia was polite. Zhang Guorong said with a smile, "Mr. Xia, you have done a really good original song contest recently, and when I hear so many beautiful original songs, I feel that the Hong Kong music scene is full of hope." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for the compliment, which is also the purpose of this event. Summer nodded and smiled.

Zhang Guorong also nodded, thinking that summer was amazing, and he was willing to spend so much money to do this meaningful but ineffective thing.

In comparison, so many record companies in Hong Kong only know how to let singers cover songs. Don't they know that when a singer covers someone else's song, it's like chewing the bagasse that someone else spits out again?

"Mr. Xia, I also heard that you are going to give back all the profits of the record company to the musicians?" Zhang Guorong asked in surprise.

Summer nodded, "Yes, that's right. ”

"Really?!" Zhang Guorong's eyes widened in surprise.

When he first heard the news, he thought it was someone else's. After all, how can there be such a stupid person in the world who shares his money with others.

Now that it has been personally confirmed by Summer, Zhang Guorong has to believe it even if he doesn't believe it.

"Aren't you at a loss, then?" he said, puzzled.

Summer smiled, "It's not too much of a loss, it's only thirty or forty million Hong Kong dollars a year." ”

"......" Zhang Guorong glanced at him speechlessly, 30 or 40 million Hong Kong dollars is still 'just'? That's already an astronomical amount, okay? But that's right, people have donated 250 million Hong Kong dollars, and 30 or 40 million is really not important to others.

"I think money has a price, but art has no price. Especially a good song, the value is unlimited. Therefore, in order to make Hong Kong musicians more motivated to create good music for everyone, it is not a big deal for me to suffer a little loss. Summer then said.

"Mr. Zhang, hard work, hard work!" said Xia smiled at Zhang Guorong again.

Mr. Xia was polite. Zhang Guorong said with a smile, "Mr. Xia, you have done a really good original song contest recently, and when I hear so many beautiful original songs, I feel that the Hong Kong music scene is full of hope." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for the compliment, which is also the purpose of this event. Summer nodded and smiled.

Zhang Guorong also nodded, thinking that summer was amazing, and he was willing to spend so much money to do this meaningful but ineffective thing. (To be continued.) )