"Forget it, I like my current job."
"Is it work you enjoy? I'm too lazy to expose you."
Qin Ran signed the contract and then went to the recording studio with Enke to record a song.
Then I went to register the copyright.
This made Qin Ran feel like he was getting on the bus first and buying the ticket later.
He knew that Encore was helping him, otherwise the price wouldn't be so high.
Not to mention that his song copyright application will take another month to be approved.
It was like feeding the food directly into his mouth.
If it weren't for Su Qingmo, Qin Ran would have wanted to repay An Ke well.
He planned to transfer part of it to Encore once the money arrived.
Although the latter is most likely not short of money, this is his principle in life.
Return a favor.
Qin Ran was busy all day, and recording the demo alone took most of the day.
After submitting the documents, Qin Ran breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sister An, let me treat you to a meal."
"Let's talk about it when your money arrives. Then you can treat Qing Mo and me to a big meal."
"No problem. You can eat whatever you want."
"I'm going back to the bar. You can leave now."
"How about I go too? I can sing for free."
"That's fine. The original resident singer's injury hasn't healed yet, so you can take over for a few days. You're not famous yet anyway."
Qin Ran smiled bitterly and said, "Sister An, do you think I'm the kind of person who would flirt with other women?"
"Who knows? You can only know a person's face but not his heart. I will keep an eye on you." An Ke pointed at her own eyes with two fingers, then turned to Qin Ran's eyes.
"Sister An, can you do me a favor?"
"What's the matter?"
"Help me find this lipstick." Qin Ran held up his phone and found the Givenchy lipstick that Dragon Stone Hotel had discarded because of the stamp.
"Lambskin?"
"Yes, but I can't find the same model online. I don't know if it's a limited edition."
"Is it for Qing Mo? Okay, I'll ask for you. Send it to me."
"Thank you, Sister An!"
"You stinky little brother, if you have something to say, just call me An, and if you have nothing to say, just call me An."
"From now on I'll call you Sister An, okay? Sister An."
"That's more like it. Let's go."
After getting in the car, Encore sent the demo recorded today to her best friend, with a voice message attached.
"Your little wolfdog just recorded this song today, you're welcome."
After waiting for a while, I didn’t get a “thank you”.
On the audio file were dozens of messages from Su Qingmo asking whether the song had been recorded.
An Ke started the car and sighed, "Alas, women in love are really hopeless!"
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