Zhuang Yuan was not talking nonsense. He had roughly estimated the sales volume of "Grave Robbers' Chronicles" so far. It was not an exaggeration at all. Excluding taxes, Ningxia would receive at least one million by the end of the month.
This is just a short time since it was published. As time goes by, the income will only increase.
In particular, he learned in Ningxia that the publishing house had actually taken the initiative to propose raising the share of Ningxia's publishing revenue from 8% to 10%.
Two points may not seem like a lot, but when the base number reaches one million, it is no longer a small number.
Eight percent is actually considered high among new writers. After all, many authors in the industry can only get six percent or even five percent for their first book.
But Zhuang Yuan still felt that 8% was a bit too little for Ningxia. After all, he knew that Ningxia had written two books and both of them were very popular.
If he were to talk about it, it would have to be at least 9%.
Who knew that the publishing house would be so considerate and give 10% directly.
When Zhuang Yuan heard the news, his first thought was whether that meant that the publishing share of "Ghost Lights Up the Lamp" would also have to be 10%, or even higher.
This is really good news.
Zhuang Ge only heard his brother say that he knew someone who could write songs, but he didn't say that he was such a great writer.
The character of the beautiful writer is great.
Zhuang Ge stretched out his hand and directly pushed Zhuang Yuan away. Without pushing, he raised his head and gave Zhuang Yuan a look.
With just one look, Zhuang Yuan immediately became timid and was pushed aside by the force.
What's wrong with you girls? You all come up and start grabbing me. Don't you have any dignity as a big guy over 1.8 meters tall?
If you weren't my sister...
I can't go on.
What can her sister Zhuang Yuan do? She has to admit defeat.
Otherwise, your pocket money will be gone.
Seeing Zhuang Yuan step aside, Zhuang Ge's expression changed instantly when he looked at Ningxia. "A million is nothing. As long as you become famous, you can make millions just by acting in any TV series."
Ningxia: “…”
That's quite an easy thing to say.
This may be fine if you are trying to fool an ordinary girl, but forget it if you are trying to fool Ningxia.
If you want to make millions from a TV series, you have to put in a lot of effort.
Besides, the entertainment industry is not a place where you can get ahead just by working hard. If you have the time, wouldn’t it be great to publish a few novels and become a multi-millionaire easily?
Just like Zhuang Yuan said, one has to be really desperate to get into the entertainment industry.
"Sister, aren't you worried about the songs on the new artist chart next month? Ningxia has a song for you to listen to." She quickly interrupted her elder sister.
Zhuang Yuan knew Ningxia's temper. Although she was young, once she made up her mind, you couldn't change it just by talking her into it.
If this ancestor gets angry, Zhuang Yuan doubts whether Ningxia can just leave.
Seeing his brother's face full of resistance, Zhuang Ge opened his mouth but swallowed the next words.
Zhuang Ge didn't know his younger brother too well. His big reaction proved that there was really no room for negotiation.
…
The three of them walked into the meeting room nearby.
Although Zhuang Ge didn't have high expectations for the song Ningxia wrote, he still politely took out a pen and paper and handed it to Ningxia.
Looking at Ningxia's face, Zhuang Ge held back and didn't go up to lobby her again. It might be an occupational disease that he developed. Whenever he saw a girl with good conditions and good looks, he wanted to sign her into their company.
Many of the actors in the company were people Zhuang Ge met on the street.
Zhuang Ge's gaze was always on her, how could Ningxia not feel it? At this moment, she just pretended not to see it.
If Zhuang Yuan hadn't told her in advance that her sister liked men, Ningxia would have really thought more about this passionate gaze.
No wonder Zhuang Yuan said this right away. It seems he had been misunderstood many times before.
Ningxia took the pen and paper and prepared to start writing. She was really hungry now, so she wanted to finish it as soon as possible and go eat.
She felt that she must have been growing taller recently, as she always felt hungry before noon.
Besides, it’s almost twelve o’clock now.
My stomach has started to protest.
Taking the pen and paper, Ningxia wrote down the lyrics while humming the melody.
If Ningxia hadn't joined the music club in college, she wouldn't even be able to read music now.
Fortunately, she joined the music club at that time, otherwise she would not be able to write the music score now.
At first, Zhuang Ge was leaning casually on the sofa. He had been suffering from insomnia recently, so he took advantage of this rare free time to close his eyes and rest.
When people close their eyes, their hearing will be amplified unconsciously. When Ningxia's clean voice comes to their ears,
At this moment, Zhuang Ge's body seemed to be electrified. His eyes opened immediately and he slowly sat up straight.
If the ears could stand up properly, Zhuang Ge would have done so by now.
Later, because he couldn't hear clearly, he stood up and stood behind Ningxia.
Time passed little by little, and Ningxia made revisions. Half an hour later, Ningxia put down the pen in her hand and handed the copied lyrics to Zhuang Ge, who was almost lowering his head to the table.
Zhuang Ge is a little nearsighted, so he has to get closer to see the lyrics written by Ningxia clearly.
Ningxia is not incapable of writing music scores, but how is she going to explain later that she has written the whole piece but doesn’t know which specific instruments are needed?
After filling in the lyrics for the first two lines, Ningxia still stopped.
Ningxia finds it troublesome to copy it again.
That's it.
Although Ningxia didn't know all the instruments needed for the song, she was still able to write some from memory, and noted down on paper the instruments and the order of the instruments she could remember.
Such as Hulusi, flute, guzheng, and piano.
At this time, Ningxia felt that composing music was something he could learn in the future, whether it would be useful or not, he could learn it first.
Just like now, otherwise there would be no need to worry so much.
After all, Ningxia had never learned to compose music at that time.
Ningxia is overthinking it. Zhuang Ge and Zhuang Yuan don't understand Ningxia's family conditions, and no one will investigate whether Ningxia has studied it or not.
Ningxia's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. Seeing that Zhuang Ge had no intention of taking it, she felt a little embarrassed.
"Sister Zhuang Ge."
Ningxia's call immediately brought Zhuang Ge back to his senses.
He hurriedly took the lyrics that Ningxia handed over.
Ningxia still did not forget to make amends, but she felt a little guilty because she did not write this song.
"I'm not very good at composing music. I just wrote this song for fun when I had some free time. You should find a professional to compose the music."
"Please see if it works."
Of course it can be used. Who among those born in the 90s hasn't heard this song? Using it to help a new artist debut is like overkill.
Zhuang Ge's mind was still ringing with Ningxia's singing. When he came back to his senses, he heard what Ningxia said.
My eyes unconsciously moved to the music score written by Ningxia.
Ningxia actually said she can't compose music? How come I didn't hear that when you sang?
That's too modest.
Is this what God has given me?
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