Underworld Party
Wu Siqi took a few minutes to calm down, then patted his cheeks with both hands to sober himself up.
She let out a breath of anger, cheered herself up, opened the green social software, and sent voice messages to various people.
Wu Siqi: "Sister Xiaolin, I'm sorry to bother you so late at night. I wanted to ask if your band is free the day after tomorrow. I'd like to ask them to come and help out."
Wu Siqi: "Sorry to bother you tonight, Brother Ziyun, does your band have any plans for the day after tomorrow? We need help."
Wu Siqi: "Good evening..."
After sending messages to eight hundred agents, Wu Siqi stood up and poured himself a glass of water.
The advertising and entertainment industries are all about working overtime, and there are many people who are online 24 hours a day. She received most of the replies within a few minutes.
Most of the replies were rejections, either because time was too tight and they couldn't make it to their city, or because they had other arrangements. Wu Siqi understood, after all, there were only two days to prepare.
A few people said they would consider it, and Wu Siqi didn't hesitate to call them directly.
Wu Siqi: "Good evening, Lao Zhang. Can you please talk in detail?"
Lao Zhang: "That's convenient. We just finished an event at your place and can help you. But as for the price, what's your budget?"
As soon as they came up and asked about the price, Wu Siqi held his forehead, his temples starting to hurt again. "Our budget is... a little tight. I shouldn't have said that, but the band that was originally scheduled to perform with us accepted the money and went on strike, so there's not much left."
Lao Zhang said in a surprised tone: "Whose family is this? So cruel, I will tell you everything."
Wu Siqi didn't want to offend anyone, so he said tactfully, "We're the finale band, so if you can come, you'll be the finale. The budget we can give you is the one you quoted me for the last event. We really can't do more than that."
Lao Zhang sneered and teased, "Siqi, the last time we worked together was three years ago. Our influence is totally different now than it was back then~"
"I know," Wu Siqi realized that there was no way to reach an agreement with them. "You won an award for your new song a while ago, and I haven't congratulated you yet. But I'm really sorry, this is all the budget we have left. Lao Zhang, please think about it. It's okay if it doesn't work out. I'm really sorry to bother you tonight!"
Lao Zhang said "hmm" and hung up the phone.
With a budget of 40,000 and tight time, it was difficult to find a popular closing band. A few less popular bands were accepted, but the song list they were asked to perform had no chance of passing review.
Wu Siqi made seven or eight phone calls and is now overwhelmed.
She collapsed on the sofa with her cell phone in her hand, and the little black cat Sheriff climbed up and nestled on her chest. The cat was a bit heavy and made her feel uncomfortable, but Wu Siqi no longer had the strength to push it away.
The long cat used its tail to sweep her legs and used its head to nudge her neck. The cat's nose was wet and it made her feel itchy.
Wu Siqi turned her head away, but the kitten followed her stubbornly, making her laugh out loud because of the itch. "Okay, it's itchy." She couldn't bear it any longer and could only use her hands to cover the cat's head.
"Purple...purr..." The little black cat Sheriff stopped rubbing against her and nestled on her obediently. She was annoyed by the noise and pushed the cat down again, between her and the sofa.
"Meow~" it cried out in dissatisfaction.
Wu Siqi remembered a video he had seen some time ago, [The cat kept making noises after being brought home. Is it sick?], and laughed out loud again. The arrogant cat came to comfort its humans. He thought he was a little ungrateful, so he patted its head in a soothing manner.
Wu Siqi said in a gentle tone: "Be good."
It was already past two in the morning. Wu Siqi's mind was not working. She looked up at the ceiling with her pupils out of focus. When the alarm clock woke her up, she had no idea how she fell asleep.
It was a cold night. Wu Siqi was changing clothes when she sneezed. She had slept on the sofa in thin pajamas all night and had caught a cold.
There was nothing to eat at home, so she could only take a cold medicine on an empty stomach. She had a lot of things to do today and she couldn't fall sick.
Today, the little black cat Sheriff was particularly clingy and never left her side. He kept circling her legs with his tail. She put on her shoes, pushed the kitten who was about to go out back into the house, and locked the door.
Walking towards the subway, she called Boss Cui to explain the situation of the performance being stopped, and also communicated with Mingmei International.
The subway is especially crowded during commuting hours, but luckily - there was an empty seat when Wu Siqi got on the train today, lucky!
Wu Siqi leaned against the stainless steel stool, the chill seeped into her back, and her stomach began to feel uncomfortable. As expected, she couldn't take medicine on an empty stomach. She used her backpack to press her stomach to relieve the pain.
She turned on her phone to distract herself and habitually opened the green software, and was attracted by the red dot of the friend request.
The application read: Hello, I am Yi Ning, the agent of Hell Party. I heard that you are looking for a backup band. I wonder if we would be considered by your company.
A party in the underworld? Wu Siqi was completely relieved of all her sleepiness and pain. This wasn't a question of whether or not to consider it. It was that a small event like theirs simply didn't have the budget to consider such a heavyweight guest.
First, through a friend, the other party’s avatar is a green water wave, the name is a capital N, the circle of friends is empty, there is no signature or cover, and the circle of friends has a horizontal line, showing only the friends in the last three days.
It didn't seem real. Wu Siqi took the screenshot and clicked on the anniversary message board of another entertainment company agent she was familiar with. She sent the picture and asked, "Do you know the agent of the Underworld Party? Is this her account?"
The person on the other end of the chat box replied to her immediately.
Zhounian: Damn, how do you know this person? It’s her, so what?
Wu Siqi: Just asking, want to know, no problem.
It really is the real thing, Wu Siqi exclaimed in disbelief, "Ah!" The name of the Underworld Party is too famous, they have won many awards, and their concerts are hard to get tickets. There is a colleague in their company who likes them very much and often asks why they haven't released new songs yet.
The chat interface is still on the anniversary page, and a new message notification pops up. N: Good morning.
At the same time, Zhounian also sent a message: It’s not easy to invite them. I heard that they offered 500,000 yuan but couldn’t even get anyone to sing two songs at the last Star Music Festival.
This made Wu Siqi's fingertips pause in replying.
Wu Siqi replied to the anniversary first: OK, thank you for the reminder [OK].
I clicked into N's chat interface again, thought for a moment, and typed letter by letter, zaoshanghao, Wu Siqi: Good morning [Rose].
As soon as she sent the message, N's nickname changed to "the other party is typing..."
N: So, Director Wu, would you consider our band?
Feeling a little nervous, Wu Siqi opened the input method and typed: Of course, no, that would be impolite, so he deleted it. Then he typed: Your band is so famous, if you can come, of course we will..., that was too flattering, so he deleted it.
After thinking it over for a long time, Wu Siqi entered and deleted it several times. When the subway arrival notification sounded, she squeezed out with her phone in hand. She still had to go directly to the event site today.
Even after swiping his card to exit the station, Wu Siqi still hadn't figured out how to respond to Yi Ning.
The other party sent another message, N: I heard that your budget is not high, so we will only sing two songs, is this acceptable to you?
Wu Siqi was typing, but before she could send out her message, the chat interface changed to call mode, and Yi Ning directly dialed her voice call.
A clear female voice came from the other side, with a lazy tone: "Hello, Team Leader Wu."
Wu Siqi: "Hello, I just saw your information and conditions and was about to reply when you called." His attitude was very businesslike.
Yi Ning's tone was relaxed, and he smiled. "So what's your response? Could it be that Team Leader Wu doesn't like our underworld party?"
Wu Siqi quickly denied, "Of course not! If you guys are willing to come to the rescue, we'll wake up laughing even if we're asleep. It's just that our budget is really small, only..."
Yi Ning didn't let the words drop: "Only? It doesn't matter how much, three thousand or two thousand is acceptable to us. We have nothing to do anyway, and we just happen to be collecting folk songs here recently."
The other party had already made such a concession, so how could Wu Siqi not show some sincerity? "How could it be so little? Only... I told you honestly, Teacher Yi, we have a budget of 50,000. If you are okay with it, we can sign the contract today and rehearse tomorrow."
"Why is there another ten thousand more?" Yi Ning muttered in a low voice.
Because Wu Siqi was distracted by a typing conversation with Boss Cui about the Underworld Party's willingness to save the situation, he didn't hear clearly and thought she had objections to the price. He quickly replied, "The budget is negotiable. I'll call my superiors right now to try and get them to agree."
Yi Ning: "No, fifty thousand will be enough. We plan to sing the two songs 'Dawn' and 'Moonlight'. If it's okay with you, you can go and sign up for the project first. When will we meet to sign the contract today? I'll send you the personal information of the other members now."
A file popped up from N's interface. Wu Siqi's fingers flew as he stood in the morning rush hour crowd, sending messages to the legal department and to people in the cultural and tourism department.
She said sincerely, "Is this afternoon available? I'm arranging the contract and documents now and we'll sign it at 2:30 pm at our company. Is that convenient for you? Or I can come find you."
Yi Ning: "I'll come find you. Send me the address of your company."
I sent the address and my phone number, "This is my number. Teacher, please call me when you arrive at the company and I'll pick you up."
Yi Ning: "Okay." Wu Siqi was about to say goodbye and hang up when the other party answered again: "Also, don't call me teacher or anything like that, just Yi Ning."
"Okay, Yi Ning." Wu Siqi said with a smile: "Don't call me Team Leader Wu or anything like that, just Little Wu is fine."
Yi Ning: "Okay, Xiaowu~ I'll hang up first. See you later."
Wu Siqi: "See you then! Bye."
Dong, the person on the other end ended the call first. Wu Siqi was so nervous that his palms were sweating, fearing that he would say something wrong and ruin the collaboration. Although it was just two songs, someone of this status was willing to come to the rescue at a low price, which was simply a perfect solution.
This can not only shut Mingmei International up, but also appease the audience and give an explanation to everyone. But how could such a famous band take the initiative to lower their price to come to such a small event like theirs?
Wu Siqi couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have the free time to think of a reason now. He had to sign a contract, write a program application, and change the on-site procedures, lounge arrangements, and rehearsal arrangements. If he went on, it would be so complicated that readers would give up.
Xu Tingting was very well-informed and sent a message: "Teacher! The Underworld Party is coming to the rescue? I must be dreaming."
Wu Siqi: Go change the process quickly, time is running out!
Xu Tingting: Yes, sir!
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