"Xiao Ming?"

Wang Yuan looked at Xu Jingrong: "Is this Xiao Ming really Xiao Ming?"

What is the question?

Xu Jinrong didn't say anything and remained silent.

Wang Yuan wanted to ask something else, but Lin Xiaoxiao on the side had already said: "Stop talking and listen to the song."

Wang Yuan could only suppress her curiosity, shut up and listen to the song.

The melody of the song is not complicated and is a bit folk-style, but the chorus is surprisingly good. You can remember it after listening to it only once, and you can basically hum along with it when you listen to it again.

Moreover, listening to this song can actually make people have a sense of pictures, as if they have seen someone or something they once couldn't put down, but had to say goodbye.

"This song is so nice!"

Wang Yuan said softly.

The corners of Xu Jinrong's mouth curved slightly, but she still said nothing.

Lin Xiaoxiao said: "Give me your phone and I will take a look."

Wang Yuan hurriedly handed over the phone with a bang, then stood aside and bowed to wait for orders.

Lin Xiaoxiao read the contents of Xu Jinrong's two consecutive Weibo posts, then looked at several of their data, and then clicked to view the comments.

At this time, the Weibo post of the song video already had 6,000 comments, which was less than one song since Wang Yuan said "5,000 comments" just now.

The Weibo post with the text "Music and lyrics: Xu Jinrong, Xiao Ming" at the bottom also has 3,000 comments.

Of course, in terms of the number of retweets and views, the song video Weibo is much larger, with over a thousand retweets and over 100,000 views.

"It sounds great, I was moved inexplicably!"

"Jingrong wants to say that this is a good song, regardless of whether it is original or not?"

"You look up at the Weibo post with your eyes wide open upstairs. It's obviously original. Who said our Jingrong doesn't know originality? This is a clarion call to fight back and slap you in the face."

"Go away, Jingrong is obviously from our family (getting a knife in anger)"

"I emphasize again, Jingrong only belongs to me!"

…

Although the page is crooked, there are many people who say this song is good. Xu Jingrong’s fans should be the first ones to see this Weibo post, and all the previous comments were posted by them.

Immediately afterwards, there was a lot more noise in the comments below.

As Xu Jingrong's Weibo post spread, those black haters, trolls, and passers-by also rushed to the scene, so their comments appeared.

Some people directly scolded "What a lousy song", "What a crappy thing they sing", "If you don't understand the originality, don't pollute our ears" and so on. Anyway, it's just mindless blackmail and just spraying it indiscriminately.

There are also some more rational sunspots who will question:

"Is this really original? Isn't it just to put a high hat on yourself and find someone to write it for you?"

"When I say writing songs, I just write songs. Who do you think you are? Don't be so pretentious. This is so fake that it makes me want to vomit."

"How can you still create something original and disrespectful to people? Please, I won't listen to your songs. It looks like the work of a gunman."

…

Lin Xiaoxiao was scrolling through the comments and replaying the video Xu Jinrong posted without saying anything.

When the comments were almost finished, she asked: "Who is Xiao Ming?"

Wang Yuan wanted to know this, and immediately looked at her master after hearing this.

Xu Jinrong pondered for a moment and said, "That's Xiao Ming."

Lin Xiaoxiao and Wang Yuan both understood, and both of them showed a look of confusion and surprise.

Lin Xiaoxiao asked again: "Has the song copyright been registered?"

Xu Jinrong was stunned for a moment: "No..."

Lin Xiaoxiao frowned and said, "Nonsense!"

After saying that, she immediately took out her mobile phone and dialed directly.

She wanted to contact the company's legal affairs and resolve the copyright registration issues first, so that some people with good intentions would not use this loophole to disgust them.

Taking advantage of Lin Xiaoxiao's call, Wang Yuan finally asked for her cell phone back. Then like a little hamster, she slipped in front of her master and asked again uncertainly: "This Xiao Ming, is it true?"

Is it Xiao Ming? Qiu Ming?"

"Um!"

Xu Jinrong also turned on her phone and checked the status of her Weibo posts. When she heard Wang Yuan's question, she agreed nonchalantly.

"Wow, no way?"

Wang Yuan had an expression of disbelief on her face. She couldn't figure out how something like this could be related to Qiu Ming. This really overturned her impression.

It feels like someone I know next to me is just an ordinary person, but suddenly turned into Spider-Man.

Xu Jinrong ignored the assistant's surprise. She looked at the Weibo comments, especially the second text Weibo comment, and found that many netizens were asking who Xiao Ming was. Xu Jinrong thought for a while and replied to one of them.

Question: "Xiao Ming is a very talented friend of mine. Fortunately, he modified this song for me, making it so beautiful."

As soon as I sent the reply, I heard Lin Xiaoxiao covering the phone and asking: "As for the copyright registration of the song, let's fill in Xiao Ming's information. Is that okay?"

"no problem!"

Xu Jinrong answered.

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded and said into the phone: "Yes, it's Qiu Ming. He filled in the information when he joined the company. You can go to the human resources department to find it out and fill it in accordingly... Well, we have to do this as soon as possible.

Don't delay, call me as soon as you finish it."

After quickly explaining the matter to them, Lin Xiaoxiao put down the phone and said, "The response to this song has been very good. Now I just have to wait for the copyright registration to be completed, and then I can discuss with the public relations department to see how to do it well."

It’s been a lot of work.”

Xu Jinrong held the mobile phone and said nothing.

She also saw the comments. After listening to her new song, most netizens said it sounded good.

Even those black guys said sourly that she didn't know which master she found to be her gunman and composed the song herself, and then said that having a good father, rich and powerful would make it different.

She didn't know why, but when she saw comments like this, even those from black people, she felt inexplicably happy.

Probably because...this song was made together by her and Qiu Ming.

Lin Xiaoxiao saw that Xu Jinrong was silent, glanced at it, and said: "It's the same for you. You wrote a song and posted it on Weibo. Why couldn't you tell me in advance? If we were prepared in advance, we would definitely be able to

Let's make the momentum bigger, so that we won't be so passive like now, wasting all this time to go back and make amends for you."

Xu Jinrong still didn't speak. She knew Lin Xiaoxiao's temper. It was best not to say anything at this time and let Lin Xiaoxiao speak.

After Lin Xiaoxiao said a few words, she couldn't help but ask: "Tell me what this song is about, Xiao Ming... Well, how did Xiao Ming get involved in your song?"
Chapter completed!