After Zhao Weiguo left the office, Gao Yan looked at Lu Feifei and said, "Feifei, can I ask you for a favor?"
Hearing Gao Yan address her, Lu Feifei blushed slightly: "Go on."
Gao Yan said with a smile, "Could you help me find out if anyone else in your performing arts troupe wants to buy the songs?"
"How desperate for money are you?!"
Lu Feifei said subconsciously, but immediately she thought of Gao Yan's other intention in selling the song: "You wouldn't be using this trick to deliberately provoke Yang Xueqi, would you?"
You can attack someone physically or psychologically.
Therefore, Gao Yan decided to first strike Yang Xueqi psychologically.
Gao Yan denied it with a smile: "Of course not, I just had a burst of inspiration lately and wrote a few good songs, so I wanted you to help me find a buyer. Don't worry, if it works out, I'll treat you to Lao Mo!"
"One meal won't do, at least three meals!"
"Two meals, after all, Old Mo's prices aren't low!" Gao Yan deliberately feigned a pained expression.
"Okay, two meals it is!"
Lu Feifei didn't haggle anymore: "When I get to work tomorrow, I'll ask around and see who wants to buy the song, and I'll introduce them to you!"
How about this!
Gao Yan took out seven songs from his mustard seed space and handed them to Lu Feifei: "You know your group members' singing abilities quite well. See who is suitable to sing these seven songs, and then go and promote them to them!"
Looking at the stack of manuscript papers in her hand, Lu Feifei was a little confused. When did songwriting become so easy?
However, she was more curious about the quality of these songs.
So she pulled up a chair, sat down, and slowly began to read.
As Lu Feifei watched, she became increasingly shocked and her feelings became more complicated, because she discovered that every song Gao Yan had given her was a classic.
Once published, it will definitely become a viral sensation.
"So, what do you think of these songs?" Gao Yan asked with a smile.
"Gao Weiguo, I want to dig out your brain and take a good look at it. How exactly is your brain structured? All the composers in our troupe spend a year or two polishing a classic piece, but you write a song as easily as eating!"
"You flatter me, you flatter me. I just have a little talent in this area!" Gao Yan waved his hand modestly, but thought to himself, "These songs are all plagiarized by me, how could I not be fast?"
Lu Feifei is gone, taking these seven songs with her.
However, instead of going home, he went directly to visit Du Mingqin.
Two of the seven songs Gao Yan provided were particularly suitable for Du Mingqin to sing.
Of course, another reason is that Du Mingqin is not short of money.
"Sister Feifei, what brings you here?"
A little girl saw Lu Feifei arrive and quickly jumped up to greet her. She was Du Mingqin's daughter, Chen Xiaoguo, who was only 13 years old and still in junior high school.
"Of course I missed you! This is some chocolate that my sister asked someone to bring back from abroad. Here you go!"
Lu Feifei took out two chocolates and gave them to Chen Xiaoguo.
"Thank you so much, Sister Feifei! You're so kind!"
Chen Xiaoguo said happily.
Just then, Du Mingqin, who was cooking in the kitchen, came out and said warmly, "Feifei, you've come at the right time. Auntie is going to make braised pork tonight. Why don't you stay for dinner?"
"Thank you, Auntie, but I'm not here for a meal. I'm here to talk to you about something important!"
Lu Feifei said with a smile.
Du Mingqin was slightly taken aback: "Alright, let's talk in the room. Xiao Guo, quickly pour your sister Feifei a glass of water."
"OK!"
Upon entering the room, Lu Feifei didn't hesitate and immediately took out the two songs suitable for Du Mingqin: "Auntie, before we talk, take a look at these two songs!"
Du Mingqin picked up the two songs and began to listen to them attentively.
soon.
After reading the two songs, Du Mingqin felt that they were very well written and resonated with her own experiences.
"Auntie, I'll be honest with you. Both of my songs were written by my friend. He's short on money, so he asked me to help him find a buyer. Well, I found that these two songs are quite suitable for you, so I came to you for help!"
"Okay, I'll buy both songs!"
Du Mingqin readily admitted that although she had no ambition in the performing arts troupe, she was, after all, a singer, and would be eager to learn when she came across a good song.
If Lu Feifei were to give her these two songs directly, she would have to consider whether to accept them or not. But if she were to pay for them, she would have no worries at all. This way, she wouldn't owe anyone a favor and could still get good songs. Why not?
"Thank you so much for your help, Auntie!"
Du Feifei said happily, she hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.
"Feifei, wait a minute, I'll go get you the money!"
Du Mingqin got up and went to the next room. A little while later, she came back with a large stack of black paper.
"Feifei, I happen to have one thousand yuan here. Is that enough for you?"
"Auntie, one thousand yuan is too much. You can give me two hundred yuan per song!"
Lu Feifei quickly replied.
It wasn't that she was deliberately doing Du Mingqin a favor, but rather that if Gao Yan submitted his work directly to the performing arts troupe, he would be lucky to get a little over 100 yuan for a single song.
Two hundred is just right for her.
Charging 500 per song would seem a bit greedy.
“Both of these songs are classics and worth the price!” Du Mingqin said earnestly.
"Auntie is really no good!"
In the end, after some discussion, the two decided to set the price of a song at 250 yuan. These days, there's no such thing as "250 yuan".
After the transaction was completed.
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
