I don't have time, because I have to write songs for my sister.

When Lu Pingfan was looking for Ning Qing, he also asked by the way if he could also release an album for Li Xiaotong at Christmas.

But Ning Qing said helplessly that the company's resources are really limited, and Lu Ming's album alone is enough for the company to be busy, not to mention that there are other artists in the company.

Originally, there was no chance for Li Xiaotong this year, and that opportunity to release a single was still something that Ning Qing tried his best to strive for, and it was not easy to get it. As for Christmas, it is a holiday with very high commercial and entertainment value, and the resources that the company can use on this day have long been filled.

Therefore, if Li Xiaotong also wants to seize the opportunity of Christmas, it will have to wait until next year.

Lu Pingfan listened to Ning Qing's explanation, and didn't say anything, but asked again: "If we don't need the company's promotional resources, but just post the song on the Internet in the name of the company, it's always okay, right?"

Ning Qing frowned and warned Lu Pingfan: "I know that your creative ability is strong, but you will eventually run out of power." Each of the songs you write now can be called a masterpiece, whether it is "The First Dream", "Dancer", or two for Lu Ming.

But you have to figure it out, no matter how good the song is, it can't do without publicity, if the publicity is not in place, it is likely to sink into the sea and be buried. Unless you have absolute self-confidence, confident that what you write is not just a masterpiece, but a golden song.

So, as the general manager of the company, I don't recommend that you post the songs you write online without permission. ”

Lu Pingfan smiled: "Having said so much, is it okay? It's okay, Aunt Qing, don't worry." I'm not very interested in fame, and Xiaotong just wants to sing a new song. So, whether this album can be popular or not, neither of us cares too much. ”

"But I don't want good works to be buried!" Ning Qing accentuated.

Lu Pingfan smiled and hurriedly said goodbye.

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The above is what happened to Lu Pingfan in Ning Qing's office yesterday.

Today, he returned to the recording studio and breathed a long sigh of relief as he watched the accompaniment of ten songs produced on the computer. I thought to myself, I finally left enough time for my sister to record, if it was a little later, it might not be in time for Christmas.

Since the company won't take care of this album, there will naturally be no MV. In this way, it also saves a lot of trouble for Lu Pingfan, anyway, Xiaotong just wants to sing, and other things can be simplified.

He lay on his back on the couch and looked at the brown ceiling. The light was still on, and it was so dazzling that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

The comfort after being busy made him relax all his body and mind.

It's a pity that this relaxation didn't last long, and another uninvited guest was ushered in in the studio.

It's Ning Qing.

I saw Ning Qing break into the door violently, walked in front of Lu Pingfan, and shouted: "Lu Pingfan, you quickly apply for a Weibo account, I will immediately use all the company's resources to help you publicize, quickly!"

"Uh...... Why?" Lu Pingfan asked inexplicably.

Who knows, Ning Qing became angry on the spot, and she shouted: "Are you embarrassed to ask why? Do you know that in the past two days, because of you, how many phone calls have I answered, and how many people have sent you to invite songs?"

"How many?" Lu Pingfan asked deadly.

"There are fifty phone calls in the office alone, and there are a few neuropaths who know out where they know my personal phone number, and they actually call my mobile phone! You still don't let people live!" Ning Qing roared angrily.

"Hah...... Ha ha. Lu Pingfan smiled embarrassedly: "They are looking for you, I can't help it............"

"No way? Okay, since you said it can't be helped, I'll give you two choices. First, you immediately apply for a Weibo and send those who invite songs on Weibo.

Second, I will publish your private phone number on the company's official WeChat account and let them find you on their own. You look at the choice. Ning Qing said very simply.

When Lu Pingfan heard this, he hurriedly stretched out a finger and said, "One, I'll choose one! I'll apply for Weibo now, it's always okay, right?"

"Quick, take out your phone, I'm here watching you apply. Ning Qing stared at Lu Pingfan with dead eyes, not giving him a chance to cheat and play tricks at all.

Lu Pingfan reluctantly took out his mobile phone, applied for a Weibo called Pingfan Road, and then handed the mobile phone to Ning Qing and asked, "Is it okay this time?"

Ning Qing nodded and said, "If you post a Weibo now, just say, hello everyone, I am an ordinary road, I hope everyone will support me in the future." ”

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads, and Lu Pingfan can only do so.

Then, Ning Qing used Star Entertainment's official Weibo to add attention to Ordinary Road, and reposted the first Weibo of Ordinary Road, with a comment, "If there is anything in the future, go directly to Ordinary Road, if anyone dares to call the manager's office casually, don't blame me for suing you for harassment!"

This comment was full of resentment, and Lu Pingfan, who provoked him, couldn't help laughing.

Ning Qing immediately winked at him and asked, "Is it funny? What's so funny? Why don't I think it's funny?"

Lu Pingfan hummed softly and said, "I always thought that Aunt Qing was a strong woman, but I didn't expect to have a little woman's side, which is very cute." ”

"Yes...... Cute?" Ning Qing didn't react at once, her face quickly turned red, and the red was hot.

After a long while, she coughed twice in embarrassment, barely hiding the fluctuations in her heart, and pretended to be calm and said, "It's not big or small, you are not allowed to talk nonsense in the future." ”

Lu Pingfan smiled and said, "Got it." ”

Immediately after, Ning Qing fled in the wilderness.

Leaving the studio, she covered her hot face with both hands, and kept muttering: "This guy, why is he more and more like his father......... I would blush at a child, I ............"

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In the recording studio, Lu Pingfan, who watched Ning Qing leave, glanced at the Weibo he had just applied.

Well, more than 100 people have sent a message of friend application in this moment. He took a general look, and these were all people in the entertainment industry.

The first to bear the brunt is the singer, then the actor, and even the director, creator, and producer have come to add his friends.

Their purpose is also obvious, either to invite him to sing, or to collaborate with him to write songs.

At this moment, Lu Pingfan finally understood Ning Qing's depression. So many people are cheeky and entangled, and no one can stand it.

"I don't know what's going on with the reception girl on the first floor. Lu Pingfan suddenly had such an idea in his heart.

When she boarded, the little sister who received her sneezed.

She rubbed her nose, put down the phone she had just hung up, and said with a sad face: "When will this Lu Pingfan send people a head............