"It must be Miao Yufeng. I don't know when he told his father that it was Ningxia who packaged these artists."
"Ningxia is our precious treasure. Don't even think about it if we don't spend some money." Cheng Hua had an expression as if he was going to kill a fat sheep.
Miao Yufeng raised both hands in agreement, without a trace of distress on his face.
His father originally asked Ningxia to name the price, and Miao Yufeng knew his father too well to know how to handle a business that had lost money.
Even if it's just tens of millions, his father can earn it back quickly.
"What about the other thing?"
"Does this mean, Xia Xia, you agreed?" Miao Yufeng quickly came out from behind Ningxia.
"Let the company send someone to negotiate the price with Dong Su."
"Don't tell me that you need to use our company's people and my resources." Ningxia guessed something.
She spent a lot of money to hire these people, and now they come here to pick peaches and eat ready-made food. If this company was not owned by Miao Yufeng, Ningxia would not even consider it.
Although they are family, it would not be good if there were too many of them, but Ningxia would feel bad if there were too few. It is best for them to be father to father.
I just wonder if Dong Su’s blood pressure will spike when he knows about this.
Isn't this just creating a competitor for your own company and taking a piece of the meat that is already in your mouth?
Miao Yufeng felt a little embarrassed at this moment, but he still had to say what his father had told him to do. "My dad said... he wants you, Xia Xia, to help this boy band that doesn't even exist yet, and ask grandpa to sing a song for them."
After saying that, he quickly quoted a price, fearing that Ningxia would refuse outright. Now, the only one who could contact this mysterious grandfather was Ningxia: "Five million, no, six million, six million for a complete song demo."
My grandfather's current fee for composing music is five million, which includes writing lyrics, composing music and arranging everything. Paying him five million more would be a bit of a bully.
If his father hadn't said the highest price he could offer was six million, he would have wanted to ask for seven million.
There are very few composers in the industry who can write lyrics, compose music and arrange music.
It just so happens that Master Ning is one of the best among them.
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