"Impromptu song writing? Is it really that insane?" Wu Manman exclaimed in shock.
"Could we perhaps witness the birth of a new masterpiece?" Lin Qingzhu became interested.
bite.
Just then, Ye Qiu's communicator beeped.
Ye Qiu took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and was immediately astonished: "Ninety-eight million?"
"Oh, the money's in?" Wang Xiaocao laughed. "Ninety-eight million, much less than I expected, but this is just the income generated during this period. It will be more over time."
"You suddenly seem very motivated. Tell me, how many songs do you want this time?" Ye Qiu asked.
"Oh, how much do you want?"
“Theoretically, yes. You can also tell me what style you’re looking for,” Ye Qiu said.
"I can write anything, no matter what?" Wang Xiaocao asked with some suspicion. "Can you even customize it?"
"Okay, I'll give you one hour. Write non-stop for one hour, as much as you want, but when the time is up, it's over. Start the timer now," Ye Qiu said.
"Okay, okay, then you should write a song to remember your deceased lover. I have a fan whose girlfriend died unexpectedly. I happened to see his message to me, and I was deeply moved. I wanted to write a song about this."
I think he's not the only one in this world suffering like this, so I hope there can be a song that can offer solace to those who are experiencing this pain. Do you understand what I mean?
Wang Xiaocao stared at Ye Qiu.
A sudden inspiration struck Ye Qiu: wasn't this the same as "Rain on Qingming Festival"?
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