Therefore, Chuyang Company's main business now includes maintaining its own website and client, selling copyrights, and cracking down on piracy and collecting compensation fees.

A legal department was specifically established to clean up these pirate websites.

After the Baidu copyright infringement case, the country has attached great importance to copyright protection, so they win every lawsuit they file, and their income is actually quite good.

With the company's performance booming, it's only natural to reward the employees.

Chu Yang waved his hand and gave each of Xu Dajiang and the others a bonus of 500,000 yuan.

He gave Lou Chunyue one million.

Chu Yang didn't take a single penny of the money earned from the bar; he gave it all to Zhou Yang.

The same goes for the milk tea shop; he made over 100,000 yuan, but he let Shu'er keep it all.

Xiao Li seemed a bit downcast since she had no income.

"I'm the most useless one."

Inside the bar, Little Pear was slumped over the bar counter, sighing.

Zhou Yang handed her a cup of chicken head tea and said with a smile, "You're still in college, what's the rush?"

"But Chu Yang is only a freshman. Hmm, I'm not comparing myself to him. What about Sister Shu'er? She's made a lot of money running a milk tea shop. I'm the only one who knows how to spend money but not how to make it," Little Pear said dejectedly.

"Chu Yang, can you find me some work to do?" she said earnestly.

Chu Yang patted her head: "Don't you have occasional performances? You get paid for those performances."

"That's too little, only a few dozen yuan each time." Little Pear pointed to the chicken head and said, "It's only enough for a drink at the bar."

Suddenly, she had an idea: "Sister Xiaoyang, how about I sing at your bar?"

Chu Yang and Zhou Yang both laughed.

Actually, it's not impossible. Xiao Li sings well, plays the piano well, and has a great figure and looks. She could easily be a star.

star?

Chu Yang's heart skipped a beat.

She got up, walked to the side, and made a phone call to Zhou Xianglun.

"Alan, how have you been lately? Not bad, huh?"

"Not bad, Mr. Chu. Remember to come to the company's annual meeting. I heard you can dunk. Let's play basketball sometime."

"Haha, okay. I need to ask you for a favor. Do you have any songs that are suitable for girls to sing, with a pleasant and clear voice, the kind of pure voice you'd find?"

"No problem, leave it to me. I'll send it to your email tomorrow."

The next day, Chu Yang received the demos and sheet music for the three songs he sent.