If one day in the future, Gu Mo and Zhang Jiakang fall out, Zhang Jiakang will not be able to sing this song in commercial performances without Gu Mo's authorization.
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Gu Mo called Zhang Jiakang immediately.
"Hey, big brother."
Gu Mo didn't start talking right away. Artists are often busy with work, and it's impossible for them to keep their phones in their pockets all the time. They might be held by their agents, assistants, or other staff members.
"Yo, bro!"
After confirming that it was Zhang Jiakang himself, Gu Mo got down to business: "I have already recorded the demo of the new song. Brother, can you be more efficient this time?"
"I've known for a long time that you're a well-known quick shooter in our entertainment industry!
Very good, I am very satisfied with your speed this time."
Gu Mo was speechless.
It is so strange that these extremely ambiguous words come out of the mouth of Zhang Jiakang, a fifty-year-old man.
"If you talk like that, I won't give you this song unless you get a million dollars in compensation for your emotional distress. I'll let you live out your life in solitude."
"Don't blame me for being mean."
After Zhang Jiakang finished speaking, there was a "pa pa pa" sound coming from the other end of the phone.
Of course, don't get me wrong.
He was pretending to slap himself in the face and apologize to Gu Mo.
"Are you going through transgender menopause? Or are you going through a rebellious phase?"
Gu Mo couldn't help but complain, and he didn't want to beat around the bush anymore: "I'll arrange for my agent to contact your staff and send you the demo of the new song.
As for how you want to surprise your sister-in-law, that is something you need to consider.
I'm hanging up now, bye."
From beginning to end, Gu Mo never said how much this song would sell for.
In Gu Mo's heart, it is a priceless treasure.
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