Huang Jiahui suddenly found himself getting a headache. Ever since a guy with a toad-like face invited him to dinner and asked to become his apprentice, his head, which hadn't felt pain for years, started to ache intermittently.
This nominal apprentice was even more clingy than a leech, following him around with a little notebook, asking all sorts of questions, almost like how to find prostitutes and how many times a week he and his wife had sex when they were young.
That's right! Han Bangbang is this damn plaster, and he vowed to squeeze every last drop of artistic talent out of Huang Jiahui in the shortest amount of time.
This guy prepared five notebooks, which were filled with ant-like writing by the time Huang Jiahui left.
Liang Liang accidentally saw these martial arts manuals. He believed that burying these notebooks in the ground for two years and then digging them up would overturn the history of China's five thousand years and exhaust those experts who could read oracle bone script.
"Are you sure this is human-written language? If you ever need to sign a contract or something with this handwriting, I'm afraid only you will be able to understand it."
"Looks like I need to practice my signature and try to make it look better."
"Actually, you can just draw a stick when you sign your name. By the way, are your ancestors not related to South Korea by blood?"
"You're the one who's related to Koreans by blood!"
Han Chui didn't have time to argue with Liang Liang because Huang Jia Hui had come out of his hotel.
After several days of getting to know the band, Huang Jiahui's impression of Mayday grew stronger. He believed that if the band were given some promotion, he couldn't guarantee they would become a huge hit in Hong Kong and Taiwan, but they would definitely be able to establish themselves and achieve some success.
"The songs you composed for Mayday are excellent! Especially that one, '[Song Title],' which will definitely secure a place on the Hong Kong pop charts!"
Liang Liang nearly collapsed to the ground upon hearing Huang Jiahui's words.
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This is truly like Wu Dalang playing with a pestle blindly; what kind of person plays with what kind of animal.
People with different values cannot work together. Liang Liang quickly moved a kilometer away from Huang Jiahui, lest he be misled by his aesthetic sense.
One kilometer away from the Haiyun Dance Hall is the earliest overpass in Lianwan City.
Qin Wenju came to Lianwan today, and Liang Liang met her under the overpass.
Qin Wenju wore a black suit, which perfectly showcased her mature womanly charm.
"Why don't you just go to a nightclub? This is like a secret rendezvous," Liang Liang complained as she got into Qin Wenju's beat-up car.
If Qin Wenju went directly to the dance hall, he wouldn't have to take the bus for two stops.
“I bought a courtyard house in Lianwan. Of course you should go and see it.”
Qin Wenju bought a house in Lianwan City? Is she planning to support him?
"Huh? Are you planning to keep a man hidden away like a golden cage?"
Qin Wenju laughed: "You're such a smooth talker! I'm planning to keep you as a caged bird."
"That won't do! I don't want to be a kept man."
"Hehe! It seems you've already eaten."
"Can you spit it out?"
"no!"
It seems he'll never be able to shake off the label of being a kept man.
When was it bought?
"I bought it on a whim when I went to Lianwan and Zhengtuo to look at the new store location during the few days you went to Xianggang."
The house Qin Wenju bought is located in the northeast of Lianwan City, in a suburban area.
It is a four-room tile-roofed house with a courtyard in front that is about eight or nine meters long.
"How much did you buy it for?"
"Twenty-four thousand!"
"Not expensive! It will be worth at least 100,000 in ten years and at least 500,000 in twenty years."
"Worth that much money?" Qin Wenju was skeptical.
"This is a conservative estimate; it might even be worth a million."
This land will be developed in fourteen or fifteen years, and selling it for five or six hundred thousand yuan will be no problem at all.
"Let's go in and take a look!"
Qin Wenju's attitude became ambiguous, and her eyes revealed an undisguised lust.
Although the house hadn't been renovated, it had clearly been cleaned and was spotless.
There was a kang (heated brick bed) and a bed, with obviously new bedding.
"Tomorrow I'll be going to the development zone with Boss Zheng to discuss the renovation plan for the new store. I'll be staying here tonight." Qin Wenju said, then trailed off.
"You're not thinking you're scared to be alone and need someone to keep you company, are you? That's easy, I'll send two people over to keep you company."
Qin Wenju rolled her eyes at Liang Liang: "Say it again."
"Two people aren't enough? Your appetite has grown, what about three people..."
"You can do it yourself, I don't care about others."
Although the house is owned by Qin Wenju, only Liang Ta and Liang Liang live there.
But the two didn't do anything out of line; they just walked around the house for a bit and then came out.
Pshaw! Who would believe that!
The fact is that the two people stayed in the room for more than forty minutes, and what exactly they did in between will remain a mystery for all time.
After leaving the club, the two had lunch at a restaurant and then returned to the nightclub.
At 1 p.m., Liang Liang accompanied Qin Wenju and Zheng Tuo to the Lianwan City Development Zone, where they offered their unsolicited advice on the decoration of the new dance hall.
The renovation plan wasn't finalized until almost four o'clock.
After the matter was settled, Qin Wenju said she would rush back to Yahe City overnight, and Liang Liang also said he wanted to go home to visit.
After saying goodbye to Zheng Tuo, Liang Liang rode in Qin Wenju's car, supposedly back to Yahe City.
Whether he returned to Yahe or not, only God knows. In any case, Liang Liang reappeared at the Haiyun Dance Hall at 2 PM the next day.
His face looked tired, as if he had traveled a long way.
Huang Jiahui spoke with Jin Hao on the phone, reporting on the situation of the Mayday band and strongly advocating for signing the band.
Since Huang Jiahui said it was okay, Jin Hao naturally had no objections and authorized Huang Jiahui to sign a contract with the Mayday band.
This was Han Chui's first time signing a contract, and he showed the draft to Liang Liang for review.
Liang Liang mainly looked at the rights and obligations and the breach of contract clauses.
The contract term is three years plus one year, which means the contract period is three years, plus a one-year priority renewal period.
Liang Liang could hardly believe her eyes. Was this a new couple's contract?
So kind of person!
Entertainment companies typically sign new artists to eight-year contracts, while more ethical companies might sign a five-plus-two-year contract.
No one has ever calculated exactly how many artists have been harmed by these contracts, but the number is countless.
Some talent agencies make a living this way: they sign unknown artists for a small fee and then sell them off for a large sum once they become famous.
If an artist doesn't listen, they'll be blacklisted for two or three years, and then they'll be worthless.
However, Jinmeng Company offered Mayday a three-plus-one contract, and there were no outrageous clauses in the contract, which was incredibly generous.
"You negotiated this contract?" Han Chui had only been working with Huang Jiahui for a little over half a month, so Liang Liang was skeptical that he could have negotiated this contract.
“I didn’t negotiate that. The contract they gave me was exactly like this, and I didn’t change a single word of it.”
That old fox! Jin Hao is really shrewd; his real intentions are not what they seem!
"Xiao Liang! Should we sign this contract or not?"
"Why wouldn't you sign? Of course you would."
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