The next moment, Fu Song looked at Yu Shengman again.
Huh? Wait...
Fu Song was suddenly startled.
Because at this moment, a line of words suddenly appeared on Yu Shengman's forehead:
Yu Shengman (genius musician): 8 million. [She can compose any music you want.]
Thinking of the words he had seen on Zhang Heye's head before, Fu Song's face was full of confusion.
Could it be that the other party is also a genius like Zhang Heye?
But Fu Song was not in a hurry this time.
He had previously directly invited Zhang Heye to be the director of Chunhui Pharmaceutical Factory. Reflecting on it later, Fu Song felt that he was a bit hasty.
Because what he sees with his own eyes is likely just the potential that the other person possesses.
And potential does not mean that you already have it.
Take Zhang Heye for example, she is just an ordinary female worker in a textile factory.
If you suddenly become a factory manager, no matter how much potential you have, it would probably be difficult for you to be competent.
But the words have been spoken and the contract has been signed. If he changes his mind at midfield, it will probably disappoint Zhang Heye.
So Fu Song could only go with the flow and see how the situation develops.
He asked Yu Shengman, "You said you were a student at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music. Judging from your age, you should have graduated, right?"
Yu Shengman nodded. "I'm in the 20th grade. As of now, I've been graduated for one year and ten months."
"So long? Then why don't you join the entertainment industry? Instead, stay here selling stones and running a B&B?"
To be honest, if Yu Shengman hadn't revealed her identity herself, Fu Song would have thought that she was just an ordinary village girl.
Yu Shengman sighed: "It's not that I don't want to enter the entertainment industry, but that industry is too chaotic.
Did you know that when I graduated, I sent my resume to 17 music companies and received interview invitations from all of them?
But during the interview, 16 of them clearly stated that they could sign a contract with me, but I had to accept their unspoken rules.
Of these 16 companies, 14 of them had men as targets of their sexual exploits, while the other two actually…"
Fu Song couldn't help but take a breath, the entertainment industry... you are worthy of it!
However, he asked, "Didn't you say there were only 16? What about the last one?"
Yu Shengman said calmly, "The last boss didn't try to seduce me, but he asked me to marry his son who has cerebral palsy."
Fu Song wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "This is worse than being ambushed!"
Unexpectedly, Fu Song's joke did not make Yu Shengman smile at all. She looked angry:
"I just want to calm down and make music, why is it so difficult?
You know what? From the moment I saw the disgusting faces of those 17 CEOs, I swore:
If I have to endure this kind of pain to make music, even if I die of poverty and starvation, I will never have anything to do with the entertainment industry again."
Fu Song looked at Yu Shengman: "Then why did you come to me? Aren't you worried that I'm the same as those 17 CEOs?"
Yu Shengman shook his head: "No, you are different from them, you are a good person."
Uh... the nice guy card.
Fu Song quickly defended himself: "Ms. Yu, I think you must have misunderstood something. I am not a good person."
"No, you are!" Yu Shengman's expression suddenly became serious:
"If you weren't a good person, why would you give out 400,000 yuan to help the father of a girl you met by chance get medical treatment?
If you were not a good person, why would you help those destitute people in Maoping Village build a pharmaceutical factory when you were clearly short of funds?
That’s not all.
When Lu Qianqian came to you with the prescription, you could have used her father's critical illness to lower the price, or put forward other conditions.
But instead of doing so, you took the initiative to raise the purchase price to 1 million.
How many people in this world can do that?"
Fu Song asked blankly: "How do you know all this?"
To be honest, Fu Song was a little confused.
Although what I did was not a secret, it was not known to everyone, right?
He looked at Jin Xiaobei.
Jin Xiaobei quickly shook his head: "Brother Fu, I didn't say anything."
Fu Song was about to ask again when a deep voice said, "I said it."
It was Fu Ziming.
Looking at his nephew, Fu Ziming pointed at Yu Shengman and said, "This girl is very good.
Last night I pondered over the colorful jadeite all night long, but I couldn't figure out many key points.
Just when I was at a loss, I suddenly heard someone singing. The singing was like a ghost in an empty valley, and it seemed like the sound of nature.
In that instant, I felt like I had an epiphany, and all my inspiration burst out...
If you have the ability, please help her!"
"Uncle San, you..." Fu Song was about to ask two more questions.
Unexpectedly, after Fu Ziming finished speaking, he didn't even look at Fu Song, but turned his attention back to the colorful jadeite.
Fu Song: “…”
Scratching his head, he said to Sheng Man, "Since Third Uncle has recommended me, I'll give you a chance!
Sing a song for me, and if it's okay, we can sign the contract."
Yu Shengman nodded: "What song do you want to listen to?"
Fu Song was about to say "whatever", but suddenly remembered what his eyes showed and changed his words:
"Aren't you a top student at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music? How about I sing a few lines a cappella and you write the music for them?"
Yu Shengman was stunned. "A cappella? Is it an original song?"
Fu Song nodded in agreement: "It's not original, but you'll know once you listen to it."
After that, he cleared his throat and said in the most childish voice possible:
"Two Tigers Love Dancing
The little rabbit pulls the carrots obediently
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