"Sister Bai, I've messed up~~"

Jiang Nanxue kicked Shi Tou angrily, begging the phone in a crying voice, but was scolding the man in his heart why he was so smart, when did he see through him? He also guessed Bai Lin behind him, and opened his perspective?

Bai Lin asked, "What's going on?"

"I don't know either," Jiang Nanxue snatched the lacquer letters on the vertical card of Zhao Pingye's company. "I feel that I'm doing it very well, and he doesn't know how he can see it."

"What happened?"

After listening to Jiang Nanxue telling the story, Bai Lin felt aroused, "You can't cover the information of the transferor, right?"

Jiang Nanxue was stunned and reacted instantly, but she didn't expect that she would have such a problem.

"Sister Bai, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect his eyes to be so sharp, so I just glanced at him..." Jiang Nanxue apologized and asked carefully: "Sister Bai, look, do we still buy this song?"

"Wait, I'll confirm it first."

Jiang Nanxue said again: "By the way, there is another thing. He said he wanted to sell five songs and asked me to pack them out for 5 million yuan. He also said that either don't buy one song or buy all of them."

Bai Lin was silent.

"I see."

"Then...Sister Bai, you told me before that I entered the company?"

"I'll talk to you later."

She hung up the phone.

Jiang Nanxue scratched her hair and went crazy.

I finally had a chance to enter Tianqi, but I can't just lose this opportunity, right?

He did not mention Tianqi in a single sentence, nor did he mention Bai Lin in a single sentence. How did I reveal the truth?

Jiang Nanxue suddenly felt aroused in her heart. How did he know Bai Lin’s name now?

Logically speaking, such a small company that has no handover with Tianqi will not know Bai Lin, and if the cooperation is not deep, there will be no chance to contact Bai Lin.

More importantly, Bai Lin has always been very low-key. She is the person behind Liu Yiyun. Few people know her name is Bai Lin. By chance, she learned that Tianqi has the character Bai. However, before meeting Bai Lin, she couldn't find out about Bai Lin's name.

How did he know?

Jiang Nanxue's heart moved and looked up at the dilapidated plaque, with his eyes flashing.

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"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

Knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Mr. Liu."

Liu Yijun raised his head, "What's wrong with Xiaolin, what's wrong?"

Bai Lin smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, I've messed up, the person I'm looking for is exposed."

Liu Yijun held up his glasses, "What is the reaction of the other party?"

"Not exposed directly."

"Well..." Liu Yijun said: "If he doesn't expose it, just pretend we don't know, just do it."

"But Mr. Zhao refused to sell a song."

"What's the meaning?"

"He said that one song would not be sold, only five songs were sold, so we could just pack it for 5 million yuan and take it away. Look..."

Liu Yiyun's fingers hit the table, her Emei frowned slightly, and her face was slightly dark.

"Five poems...hehe, five million..."

She didn't know what she remembered, sighed, took off her glasses, "Buy it."

Bai Lin reminded: "Mr. Liu, they probably have to ask about the five million yuan of funds. In this tense period, they will take this opportunity to put pressure on you. In this case, it will probably be difficult for Concubine Chen to deal with it."

"Then wait another year, I can still wait."

Bai Lin wanted to remind her, but in the end she opened her mouth silent and only knew.

Just as Jiang Nanxue was thinking silently, the phone ring suddenly rang.

Jiang Nanxue hurriedly connected, "Mr. Bai, what's wrong?"

Bai Lin said with a slightly cold tone: "Buy."

"Five million?"

"Five million."

After listening to Bai Lin's explanation, Jiang Nanxue took a deep breath, took a look at the name of the company again, and then walked in.

Looking at the three people sitting on the chair, Jiang Nanxue took off her sunglasses and said, "Oh, why haven't you sang anymore? I thought I've been out for so long and you started singing again."

Zhao Ya hugged her chest and sneered: "You are the ones you are guarding against!"

"What's the point of guarding against this?" Jiang Nanxue hooked his little fingers with his sunglasses and said frivolously: "Start today, this song is mine, what else can I listen to? Come on, you sing it first. Maybe after listening to it, I feel that it's just like that and I'm too lazy to buy it."

Zhao Ya's chest was fluctuating violently, so she simply turned her head and turned to one side, too lazy to pay attention to her.

Zhao Pingye smiled and said, "Miss, are you going to buy it? I can tell you that if you want to buy it, you can pack five songs with five million, or don't buy it."

"Five million is five million, I can't afford the money, so why?" Finally, Jiang Nanxue frowned and said impatiently: "Also, don't talk about a girl at all, it sounds awkward. My name is Jiang Nanxue, Jiang from Chiang Kai-shek, Jiang from Nantianmen, and the snow from the south."

"Okay, Miss Jiang..."

Jiang Nanxue interrupted without hesitation: "What about you? What is your name?"

"Zhao Pingye, the mountains follow the Hirano where the Hirano ends."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, everyone is open-minded, don't be fooled. Give me your card number, I will hit your card with five million. If you give me the five songs directly, you are too lazy to sign a contract and make an agreement. Is it okay?"

Zhao Pingye smiled and said, "The process you should go must be done, be good to me and to you. And I don't have these five songs now."

"You haven't?" Jiang Nanxue was stunned.

"It's about 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, let's get a little more formal."

"Okay, I'm ready to come tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the morning. Don't pile up money on the table at that time, your company will run away!"

Putting on sunglasses, Jiang Nanxue whistled at Zhao Ya, and then walked out of the door pretentiously.

Zhao Ya was so angry that she was itchy, "What's so angry?"

Before Old Tang could react, he said, "Why is it five million?"

"You didn't understand it, it's natural?"

"No, you sold five songs for five million? You can sell them separately for two million, right?"

Zhao Ya took a breath of air conditioning, "So much?"

"What do you think?"

Old Tang has been in the music industry for so many years, but he still thinks he has this little bit of vision and is so angry that he can't say: "Even if you write songs, you're like a printer. If you don't treat songs as songs, you shouldn't buy out the full copyright. Isn't it good to share the amount of points?"

Zhao Pingye smiled and said, "It's not a problem."

"How do you ask me to say hello, you prodigal son."

Old Tang lit the scent and took a slap, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, why only five songs are sold? Don't we have six songs?"

After hearing this, Zhao Ya realized that the five songs sold were from her and Song Qingci.

Although there is still one song left, which one can be left?

Song Qingci has better singing skills than himself and is also likable. He has also made a fuss about termination of a contract with the company. This is reasonable, and the remaining song should be left to Song Qingci.

Before I could react, the three million hidden in my hand disappeared?

If you don’t have a good song, why do you rely on to become famous?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ya's eyes dimmed and her nails were tightly embedded in her palms.

Old Tang noticed Zhao Ya's reaction, bowed his back and took a sip of cigarette, and said nothing more.

There is no way, without these five million, even a hundred songs would be useless.

With these five million, you can add a few songs you wrote in your early years to an album, and you might be able to make one.

But he should not care about who should be praised and who should make sacrifices.

Even if he has the answer in his mind, he shouldn't care about this matter and don't even mention his opinions.

He thought that Zhao Pingye was going to take action at this time.

Zhao Pingye glanced at Zhao Ya, then looked at Lao Tang, without explanation, and said, "Okay, it's getting late, Zhao Ya, you go back first. This afternoon, you are not in good condition in singing "Millennium Love", so go back and adjust yourself."

Zhao Ya just whispered and left with her bag.

Zhao Pingye just silently watched him as he was so absent-minded that he almost hit the wall even when he went out. He turned around and reminded Lao Tang and went back to his office.

If Song Qingci was standing here today, he might explain to Song Qingci that the songs he sold were not the ones you have in your hands.

But Zhao Ya is different. Zhao Ya has other ideas and is not serious about singing this afternoon.

It’s good to take this opportunity to hit her, and let her know that good songs are hard-won. You can’t think that as long as you have good songs, you will definitely become famous.

Otherwise, even if she strongly promotes her, she will find it difficult to stand out.

As for Lao Tang?
Chapter completed!