The neon was bright at night, and Qin Feng also had the interest of singing, so he went directly to the president's office, found Pu Jia, and expressed his wishes.

"Mr. Cao, now we can record a single, if it's convenient for you." Qin Feng said bluntly.

Pu Jia was chatting with Sansan about some business cooperation issues, and when she heard Qin Feng's request, she was a little surprised.

"Do you want to start now?" Pu Jia asked.

"yes, what's the problem?"

"You don't need to prepare? After all, this is your first single since your debut, so you need to think about it, right?"

Qin Feng smiled and said, "If you have the intention to plant flowers but not bloom, you have no intention of planting willows and willows in the shade, and you can't see the sky if the fire is not hot, right?"

Pu Jia smiled and said, "Makes sense."

Jingjing reminded on the side: "Qin Feng, don't look like a hanger, dare to love you are not burning money? Your first song is worth 100 million, if you can't get it back, I'll fork you out with a dung fork."

It's clear that Jingjing is still thinking about the shampoo she just had.

"Stingy." Qin Feng looked at Jingjing and said.

Jingjing clenched her fists and made a stance of wanting to hit someone.

At this time, Pu Jia took out a document and handed it to Qin Feng, saying, "Next month is the LL Global Finals, and Zhuomei Group is responsible for the recording of the opening theme song, so I want to use your *** seat as the theme song of the competition."

He is worthy of being a president, and he is really business-minded.

ll League of Legends Finals, Qin Feng knows it very well, it is one of the hottest games in the world, and the traffic of the finals is even more explosive, so if you sing it well, it is no problem to be a god at all.

Many things in the parallel world overlap, such as the League of Legends World Championship, but there are some things that are not available here, such as "The Lonely Brave".

Since there is none, Qin Feng sang well.

"Let's go, I'm going to sing something." Qin Feng said eagerly.

"Let's go."

Zhuomei implements an overtime system, so before 10 o'clock, all employees are in their own positions.

When the elevator went down, Qin Feng joked to Pu Jia, "Mr. Cao, what time do you usually get off work?"

"Eight in the morning and ten in the evening." Pu Jia replied.

"Damn, so involuted? Do I get paid overtime for overtime?"

"What do you think?"

Qin Feng shook his head and said, "Zhang Wuji's mother said that the more beautiful a woman is, the less good her heart is, and I guess it must be unpaid overtime."

"Who is Zhang Wuji?" Pu Jia asked curiously.

"Ah, it's okay."

Qin Feng forgot that in this world, entertainment is scarce, and there are few decent martial arts dramas.

Jingjing explained: "Don't look at people with your narrow eyes, our company's overtime pay is the highest among all enterprises in the magic capital, do a job, get a pay, and there are free supper and shuttle bus at night."

"A conscientious enterprise, a conscientious boss." Qin Feng said to Pu Jia.

Pu Jia smiled and said, "Thank you, in my business philosophy, the company will not go far by squeezing employees to make profits."

"That's right, you can squeeze relatives, not employees."

Jingjing looked at Qin Feng speechlessly and said, "What are you talking about? Stir up our sisterhood?"

After a while, the elevator came to the fifteenth floor, where the culture and media department was located.

Pu Jia took Qin Feng to visit the recording studio.

At this time, Sansan deliberately pulled Qin Feng, walked slower, and followed behind Pu Jia and Jingjing.

"What song do you really want to sing?" Sansan asked.

"yes, sing a better song." Qin Feng replied.

"Since I've thought about it, then I'll support you, come on, and look forward to your performance."

"Thank you."

"This card is for you, and it contains the remuneration I just negotiated."

Sansan handed Qin Feng a bank card, and Qin Feng asked curiously, "How much?"

"Enough for you."

"Okay, with your words, I'll be relieved, and I'll invite you to dinner when I'm done."

"Malatang again?"

"Spicy incense pot."

"Stinky boy!"

Qin Feng came to the recording studio, and it happened that someone was recording a song at this time.

The buddy in the recording studio is a small Internet celebrity, focusing on funny routes, and now he wants to develop in the direction of music.

But there is one thing to say, singing reluctantly, so be it.

On the console outside the studio, a tuner was frantically adjusting buttons, and his preoccupation was simply handsome.

Qin Feng asked curiously, "Is the tuner paid a lot?"

"High."

"How tall."

"An annual salary of one million."

Qin Feng heard it, good guy is so tall? Isn't it just the flip of a button?

"It's so easy to make." Qin Feng said with emotion.

Pu Jia smiled and said, "Do you think it's very profitable?"

"That's right."

Pu Jia didn't explain much, but took Qin Feng to open the door of the recording studio, and suddenly, Qin Feng heard a primitive male duck voice.

"Good fellow."

Qin Feng was directly forced to retreat, and the gap between before and after this sound repair was too big.

"Do you think he's making good money now?" Pu Jia asked.

"I see, this is really not something that ordinary people can do."

Professional people, do professional things, there is nothing wrong with this.

Five minutes passed, and the recording of the little Internet celebrity in the recording studio ended, and it was Qin Feng's turn.

Prior to this, all the music producers of the entire company were present, and they were all professional music celebrities hired by Pu Jia with high salaries.

Everyone didn't seem to be very optimistic about Qin Feng, a young man, either because his voice was not delicate enough, or because he lacked explosiveness. c

"Mr. Cao, do you really spend 100 million to sign him?" The music director asked with a skeptical attitude.

"That's right, from now on, all music resources must be oriented to him, and any channel must be tilted towards him." Pu Jia said domineeringly.

"Mr. Cao, I don't understand, he's just an ordinary young man. Besides, I have so many talented singers who love music and want to get a chance when they are singing, why should he pick up ready-made ones as soon as they come?"

The music president's words still carry a lot of weight, especially the group of people under him who are messing with him, and they are expressing their dissatisfaction at this moment.

In the end, it's because of money.

The so-called wealth is moving, Qin Feng's signing fee of 100 million yuan has been announced, and there are not a few people who are red-eyed.

In this regard, Pu Jia said coldly: "There are opinions that can be reserved, but the decisions of the top level must be implemented, and now, all of you must unconditionally cooperate with Qin Feng to record a new song."

The director's face was full of reluctance, but he didn't dare to go against the president, so he could only nod his head casually.

Seeing this, Jingjing's hot temper came up, and she fired directly at the music director and said, "Do you still have the face to give opinions? How much money did the company allocate to you last month to make music with your heart, what about you? What answer will you give?"

"Don't think I don't know, you eat and drink all day long, clubbing with gimmicks of making music."

"If my sister hadn't stopped me, I would have removed you a long time ago, what is your identity? The dog barks here all day, what are you barking at the dog?"

"You can do it, you can't do it, don't take a million annual salary, eat and wait for death."

Cao Jingjing's words shook the mountain and shocked the tiger, making the musicians tremble.

Qin Feng didn't expect Jingjing's temper to be so big, he secretly said in Sansan's ear, "She secretly learned your lines."

"What's the line?"

"What are you barking at a dog?"

Sansan smiled.

After Jingjing's stern reprimand, these musicians were obviously much more honest, especially the mustache director, who hurriedly apologized and said, "Mr. Cao, my attitude was not good enough just now, I will definitely cooperate."

Then, the mustache came to Qin Feng's side and said in a flattering tone, "Little brother, how long have you been playing music?"

Qin Feng responded, "Who is your brother?"

Sansan also helped Qin Feng fight back together, saying, "Who is small?"