Lin Yao tilted her head, her beautiful eyes rolling around, and finally came up with a new excuse:
"Oh, that's right. Later, my friend felt that the song wasn't suitable for his singer, so he didn't buy it. I listened to the song and thought it was quite suitable for me to sing."
"So that's how it is."
The young assistant was finally fooled, but she had no say in such a big matter as buying songs.
"But Sister Yan..."
"It's okay. I won't make it hard for you. I'll talk to Sister Yan."
Lin Yao picked up her phone and called Mo Yan.
"Hey, Yaoyao, why are you so early?"
Mo Yan's voice sounded not yet fully awake.
"Sorry, Sister Yan, I forgot it's only six o'clock."
Lin Yao stuck out her tongue, then coughed lightly, trying to make her tone more serious:
"I found a song that suits me very well. I want to buy it and put it on the new album."
"Really? Who wrote the song?" Mo Yan suddenly became excited. She stayed in Kyoto this time just to discuss Lin Yao's new album with the company.
The disagreement between Lin Yao and the company lies in the quality of the last three songs in the album.
The company wanted to release the album as soon as possible so that Lin Yao could cash in on her popularity, but Lin Yao felt that the quality of the last three songs was not good enough and did not want to compromise.
Mo Yan is now under great pressure. On the one hand, he comforts Lin Yao not to worry, on the other hand, he mediates with the company's senior management, and on the other hand, he tries his best to invite songs from all over.
If Lin Yao can handle these three songs by herself, that would naturally be the best result.
"It was written by a bar singer, but it's very nice and I think it suits me very well."
Lin Yao answered in a low voice.
"Bar singer?"
Sure enough, Mo Yan's interest suddenly dropped by half.
She thought that Lin Yao had found some well-known songwriters in the industry, or had met Hong Sanshi through the show and asked him to write a song.
The result was a song written by a bar singer, so it didn't have much appeal.
"Sister Yan, that song is really good. I sang it once, and I think it's better than any other song on the album. Believe me!"
Of course, Lin Yao could hear the disappointment in Mo Yan's tone and quickly explained.
"Is it really that good?"
Mo Yan rarely heard Lin Yao praise other people's songs like this. She still had great confidence in Lin Yao's professional ability, and couldn't help but regain some interest.
"Yeah, really, I promise you'll like it too."
"Okay, do you have the contact information of the creator? I'll talk to him." Mo Yan finally agreed to talk.
"No need, Sister Yan, I've already contacted that person, and we've arranged to meet today."
Lin Yao's heart leaped with joy, but her tone remained serious, as if she was discussing a serious matter.
"You're pretty quick, Yaoyao. You really put your heart into this new album."
Mo Yan joked, "If you continue to be this capable, I'll be out of a job."
"No way, I don't know what to do without Sister Yan. So, Sister Yan, should I go meet that singer today?"
Lin Yao flattered him and then revealed her real purpose.
"But your foot is injured, isn't it?"
"Don't worry, it's almost healed. Besides, don't you have Fangfang?"
"Okay then, be careful and be sure to ask if you can record a demo for the company to review."
"Got it, goodbye Sister Yan!"
Lin Yao hung up the phone, and her peach blossom eyes turned into phoenix eyes when she smiled. Seeing Fangfang looking at her, she immediately sat up straight.
"Finally got a new song done, that's great."
"Sister Yao." Fangfang suddenly said, "I think you have really changed a lot recently."
"No, what's changed?" Lin Yao asked curiously.
"You used to be very quiet and didn't like to talk, but now you smile and become more cheerful, just like..."
Fangfang frowned and thought for a long time, then finally said:
"A little flower longing for sunshine finally found its own sun."
Lin Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly interrupted Fang Fang: "What? Are you writing lyrics?"
"Oh, maybe I'm overthinking it." Fangfang also found herself a little amused and quickly changed the subject: "So when are we going to meet Assistant Fang?"
"I don't have his phone number. He agreed to call me yesterday." Lin Yao looked at the time. It was only half past six. "Maybe he'll be late."
So Fangfang "drove" Lin Yao back to the bedroom and let her rest for a while.
But Lin Yao couldn't sleep at all. She lay on her side on the bed with her eyes wide open, waiting eagerly for Fang Xiaole's call.
Finally, after waiting anxiously and fearfully, the phone rang.
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"Isn't it a little too early to call someone now?"
In the rental house, Fang Xiaole came back from morning exercise. Before taking a shower, he took out the note from "Miss Corpse" and dialed the number on it.
I glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed and saw it was only seven forty.
Why am I feeling a little impatient today?
This morning he got up at 5:50 to do morning exercises. After practicing his breathing in the park, he ran along the old street and passed by the old house again.
Somehow, he inexplicably stopped and climbed onto the roof of the old house.
I sat on the roof for a long time, with all kinds of thoughts running through my mind, but it seemed as if I was thinking of nothing. It was not until the first ray of morning light broke through the clouds that I got off the roof and hurried back to the rental house.
Sitting on the bench, Fang Xiaole was still a little dazed.
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