"Wrong, wrong, wrong, absolutely wrong," Professor Ravel said. "Do you know how they sign contracts? Their contracts are like indentures. Once you sign, the copyright of all the music you create, past and future, belongs to that company, and you have to pay a large termination fee to cancel the contract."
Professor Haydn's jaw dropped in shock. "There's such a contract? Are you sure you're not talking about a slave contract?"
"I'm surprised too, but that's the truth," Professor Ravel said, taking a bite of his dessert. "Their creators don't have human rights, and their maintenance costs are even lower than machines."
Professor Strauss shook his head in frustration, then suddenly said, "JX still refuses to let our record company release the album? He'd rather remain in this stalemate? Without the freedom to listen to that music, I feel like I'm aging faster."
"Who wouldn't?" Ravel said with a gloomy face. "But he just won't do it. What can I do?"
"Why don't you talk to Langlang? Isn't he your apprentice?"
"Langlang listens to JX, and he's already the world's number one pianist. His sights are no longer on Vienna."
Everyone sighed.
They didn't expect that Langlang, the child they watched grow up, would grow to his current level in just a few years.
His current reputation has made him one of the only great pianists alive in the world.
——Just a few years ago, the suffix "one of" was added, but now it is no longer necessary.
This is all because of jx's music, the piano parts were all played by Langlang himself.
In this way, he became the "original performer" of the music, and everyone else became an imitation of him - this greatly contributed to his rise in status.
So, naturally, he became the world's number one pianist.
Several old professors sighed and said, "Let jx release a record soon!"
If they can't wait any longer, they will die of old age!
They don't want to mention Beethoven or Mozart in class, so they can only hum!
…
For the "Poetic Life" production team, the long day is not over yet.
Jiang Xinhai and others are now standing in the private music collection hall, still a little dazed.
Those busy people outside told them that the building was listed as a key cultural protection site and was just under security martial law.
Their promotion of the private collection is worthy of encouragement, so go in and take as many photos as you want.
So, they inexplicably returned to the private music collection.
The sun was already setting in the west, and Qin Yunshang asked, "Where are Yingzi and Yan Yunzhuo?"
"I don't know." Qin Yunchu said.
"Are they still in the room?"
"No," Gao Xiaobai said, "I saw them come out with us."
"I saw them. They were taken away." Xu Xiangxiao said, "They were still wearing..."
She stopped talking halfway.
She wanted to say that he was wearing handcuffs, but this was a bit sensitive. Jiang Xinhai was still broadcasting live, so it was not appropriate to say it so casually.
"He was still in handcuffs." Jiang Xinhai took over her words and said, "I saw it too."
Everyone was silent.
"Let's not talk about this anymore," Cui Dayou said. "I'm only concerned about one thing right now, and that's the Beethoven piece that little sister Qin Yunshang just recorded. Is there any more?"
"Or should we connect to Langlang first?" Qin Yunchu asked.
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