Yang Mi: "Then you still dare to sell it at such a high price?"

Jiang Chen: "While I'm still quick-witted and bursting with inspiration, and can write decent songs, I should hurry up and make some money."

"Once your inspiration runs dry, it will be difficult to write high-quality songs in the future."

Yang Mi: "Really? You can't perform at your best?"

Jiang Chen: "Do you really think I'm a god? If I were a god, would I have gone bankrupt? Would I have ended up in the entertainment industry?"

That makes sense.

Jiang Chen is a person.

No one is perfect.

Many geniuses have a breakthrough in their youth.

People start to decline in middle age.

Jiang Chen didn't have much time left.

He needs to seize this golden opportunity to make a fortune and ensure a worry-free life for the rest of his days.

Yang Mi: "Can you guarantee that the songs you write for me will be profitable?"

Jiang Chen: "You're the boss, don't you know that doing business involves both making and losing money?"

Yang Mi: "Then wouldn't I be at great risk?"

Jiang Chen: "Like I said, the decision is in your hands, and no one will force you."

Yang Mi bit her lip with her pearly teeth.

Not a single song written by Jiang Chen is bad.

Perhaps if she were a little braver, Jiang Chen would do his best to write a song for her.

Anyway, I'll lose to Jiang Chen a year from now.

If we lose money, we'll consider it a small gift to Jiang Chen.

"Okay, write me a song."

"Try to make it sound nice."

Jiang Chen: "The copyright belongs to my company, do you agree?"

Yang Mi was immediately displeased.

"No way, the copyright still belongs to your company?"

"Wouldn't I be at a huge loss?"

Jiang Chen: "We only charge a 10% commission, and the rest of the money is all yours."

Yang Mi: "You've essentially made money off me twice."

Jiang Chen: "I did this because I have confidence in the songs I wrote."

"Even if I take a 10% commission on songs that don't make money, how much money can I actually earn?"