Qin Zheyuan's lips clicked, directly hitting Lu Jingyi's sore spot: "Stock speculation."
Lu Jingyi: "...Change it."
Qin Zheyuan thought for a moment and said, "Rob a bank."
Lu Jingyi: "...Get lost, I'm serious! I need to find a way to make some money for myself. It's not good to always rely on my parents."
Hearing this, Qin Zheyuan was surprised, "You actually have such awareness?"
Lu Jingyi sneered with a fake smile.
Seeing this, Qin Zheyuan also became serious. After thinking carefully, he said, "I just finished filming a movie. Can you write a few songs for me? I'll give you money."
This is fine! Lu Jingyi feels that he is very good at it!
He sat up straight instantly, his face radiant, his eyes sparkling as he asked, "How much is one song?"
Qin Zheyuan stretched out his hand and gestured the number '1'.
Lu Jingyi was excited, "One million!"
Qin Zheyuan: "..."
"Ten thousand." Qin Zheyuan said.
"..." Lu Jingyi was instantly furious, "Why don't you dig it to death!"
Why don’t you go out and ask around? The lyrics written by Lu Jingyi are in high demand!
Qin Zheyuan actually wants to buy it for only 10,000 yuan. Is he treating a beggar like that?
Lu Jingyi refused to do this job and sneered, "Find someone else."
Qin Zheyuan nodded without hesitation, "No problem."
Lu Jingyi: "..." Don't you think about it?
Lu Jingyi glared at Qin Zheyuan fiercely, as if accusing this exploitative vampire.
Qin Zheyuan looked relaxed and contented. He took a sip of lemon mint and drank it slowly, squinting his eyes slightly, like a fox lying on its belly in the sun.
Lu Jingyi endured it, endured it again and again, gritted his teeth and said, "Twenty thousand."
Qin Zheyuan: "Fifteen thousand."
"..." Lu Jingyi said angrily: "Deal!"
Qin Zheyuan's smile deepened. He took out the contract that he had prepared long ago and spread it in front of Lu Jingyi.
Looking at his actions, Lu Jingyi was dumbfounded. He seriously suspected that the other party had planned to discredit him long ago, otherwise why would this contract be prepared?
As if not noticing the change in Lu Jingyi's expression, Qin Zheyuan pointed to the place where the signature was to be made and said, "It's not much. Let me start with seven poems worth 100,000 yuan each. Just sign here."
Lu Jingyi gritted his teeth, "So what if you bully me and don't know how to settle accounts? Can 100,000 buy seven songs?"
Qin Zheyuan said as a matter of course: "Rounding off is fine."
Lu Jingyi: “…”
Lu Jingyi was so angry that he almost fainted, but he really needed the money, so he picked up the pen and signed the contract angrily.
After finishing writing, he threw the pen on the table and stretched out his hand, "Give me the money."
Faced with Lu Jingyi's urgency, Qin Zheyuan was not in a hurry. He slowly picked up the contract and carefully considered every word from front to back.
Just as Lu Jingyi was about to explode, Qin Zheyuan finally put the contract down, pulled out a bank card from his pocket, and handed it to him, saying, "This is the deposit."
Lu Jingyi took it hurriedly, smiling happily, "Thank you."
It’s not easy to earn 100,000 yuan!
"Don't worry." Qin Zheyuan's eyes flashed, and he said, "The deposit is 10%, and I'll only pay you 10,000 yuan on the card. I'll give you the remaining 90,000 yuan after you submit your manuscript."
Qin Zheyuan paused, turned a page in the contract, and pointed to a number, saying, "Deadline: The 10th of next month."
“…”
Lu Jingyi glared at him, a curse word on the tip of his tongue, brewing for a long time, and then he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Qin Zheyuan!"
Qin Zheyuan remained unmoved. He smiled and said, "I'll email the script to you later. Remember, there's a theme song, an opening theme song, an ending theme song, and the other four are all interludes that evoke the male and female protagonists' emotional outbursts. I'll mark them in the script. I want four different styles of music: joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. The theme song should be joyful and upbeat with a touch of sadness and loss. Ideally, it can be heard and listened to by thousands of people, and everyone can relate to it."
"..." Lu Jingyi's face darkened instantly. "A song worth 15,000 yuan, why are you making such a fuss?"
Qin Zheyuan raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to do it?"
"Do it, do it." Lu Jingyi, who was bent on money, nodded and said irritably: "Do you have anything else to do? If not, please leave quickly. Just looking at you is an eyesore."
The main business has been done, and the other thing is the little nephew that Lu Jingyi mentioned, which makes people very curious.
I think this person is very stubborn and it will take some time to pry open his mouth.
Having achieved his goal, Qin Zheyuan stood up, raised the contract in his hand, and said in a meaningful tone, "I'll wait for you."
Lu Jingyi didn't even bother to look at the man. He put the card in his pocket and said, "Order four cups of milk tea for Dad before you leave."
There seemed to be some loss in Qin Zheyuan's eyes. He looked away, ordered milk tea and left.
As soon as he left, Qian Fugui, who had been holding back for a long time, could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He looked at Lu Jingyi with an expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself, and swallowed.
"Just say what you want to say. Don't hold it in." Lu Jingyi said unhappily.
Qian Fugui immediately said, "Boss, why do I feel like you've been scammed?"
Lu Jingyi was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"If you can make money by writing songs, it doesn't matter who you write for. The amount you sell to others will be several times higher." Qian Fugui said, holding up five fingers to gesture.
He didn't know how good Lu Jingyi was at writing lyrics. He only heard rumors that someone had paid nearly seven figures for a song from Lu Jingyi, but he mocked them back, saying, "Do you look down on me?"
So he was sure that Lu Jingyi was tricked by Qin Zheyuan.
When Qian Fugui said that, Lu Jingyi's mind instantly recovered and he cursed, "Son of a bitch!"
Qian Fugui looked at him awkwardly and said, "So... what should we do now? I can't really ask him to write seven songs. Look at the requirements he put forward, with all the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and a light and cheerful tone with a hint of loss and sadness? What is this? Are all artists so literary and difficult to understand?"
The contract has been signed, what can I do if I don’t write it?
Lu Jingyi frowned, tugged at his hair, racked his brains for a long time, and said, "It's okay, I just happen to have some scraps, I can just give them to him."
You have your strategies, and I have my strategies.
Even so, Qian Fugui still felt that he had lost out.
As the two were talking, the waiter brought the drinks: three cups of milk tea and one cup of lemon mint. He even left a note saying, "Master Lu, eating too much sweets will make you age quickly."
"..." Lu Jingyi gave a death smile, and the temperature in the milk tea shop dropped a lot in an instant, making people shiver with cold.
But the next second, Lu Jingyi stood up, took a sip of a glass of lemon mint water, and said in disgust, "What a weird taste! It not only chokes my throat but also irritates my nose."
Even so, Lu Jingyi still drank sip after sip obediently, and at the same time, he did not forget to direct Qian Fugui, saying, "You take one cup, and take the other two cups of milk tea. We're going to pick up my nephew from school."
Qian Fugui responded and followed happily, thinking to himself that he must find a way to make money for the boss, and make a lot of money.
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