At eleven o'clock the next day, Lin Luosang turned over and almost fell off the bed, then slowly woke up.
She reached under the pillow with her smooth and slender arm and fumbled around extensively, but couldn't find her cell phone. Only then did she realize that she had rolled to the side of Pei Hanzhou's pillow without knowing when.
There was no doubt that the man was gone.
She yawned and pressed the bedside button. The double-layer blackout curtains slid open mechanically. She felt that the sunlight outside was too bright, so she closed the gauze-like second layer and then turned on her phone to reply to the message.
After replying to Sheng Qianye's message this morning, the internet-addicted girl quickly asked: "You slept so late?"
“…”
Lin Luosang opened his lips, wanting to say a hundred words to criticize the unscrupulous capitalists, but in the end he swallowed them all back.
Forget it, I'm used to it.
Luckily she didn't have work today.
Seeing that she didn't reply, Sheng Qianye teased meaningfully: "It seems that Mrs. Pei didn't sleep alone in her 100-square-meter bed yesterday."
Lin Luosang: [I didn’t fall asleep alone the day before yesterday or the day before yesterday.]
Sheng Qianye: [Oh? Please elaborate.]
Lin Luosang sent me a demo of a song he made two days ago: [Several gigabytes of music arrangements on my computer to help me sleep.]
Sheng Qianye was speechless: [You workaholic, stop talking!]
Lin Luosang put on his bathrobe and got up to wash up. He found that the assistant was really quick. She had just said a few days ago that she wanted to install a light on the mirror, but today she saw that the brand new mirror had already been customized.
It is just the makeup and skin care demands of female stars. When applying makeup, the light should simulate daylight or stage light, and when doing skin care, the facial condition should also be accurately seen.
She is a person who has high requirements for details, but her limited performance fees were all spent on the bottomless pit of music. She usually bought more luxurious things for herself as rewards.
A song requires a lot of money from its creation, release to promotion. She has to make up for the excess budget herself. To make a good MV, she has to spend millions or tens of millions, not to mention the decline of the Chinese music scene in the past few years. If she wants more people to hear it, she can only do it for free. Her investment in the song is far more than the profit.
Fortunately, things have gradually started to get better this year, and sometimes she can take on some TV drama and movie interludes to support her extravagant musical dream.
This is also an important reason why she married Pei Hanzhou. Now she can finally make the most ideal music regardless of gains and losses and choose the best configuration for every link.
It makes me feel good just thinking about it.
Lin Luosang was lying on the balcony, enjoying himself for a while, when he received a call from Yue Hui: "You didn't forget about the commercial performance tomorrow, did you?"
"I haven't forgotten. I'll practice my voice later."
"By the way," Yue Hui continued, "I heard that you had a conflict with Jiang Mei yesterday?"
"There wasn't a conflict. She was just being sarcastic."
She has always respected her opponents. It is obvious that Jiang Mei's level is far from being her opponent, and she will not be influenced by such a person.
"Do you know why she picked on you?" Yue Hui asked, "She was the pre-determined number one on the show and has a good relationship with the main investor. They were originally going to promote her, but you were so popular that she probably resented it and didn't want to be in the same group with you and continue to be upstaged. But she can't say she's incompetent, so she can only blame you. They're just intellectuals and care about their reputation."
As he spoke, Yue Hui became a little arrogant again, "Hey, what can we do if you write good songs?"
After finishing his boast, Yue Hui got down to business: "I have something else to tell you. I've renegotiated the price for your commercial performance. Based on our current situation, it can be increased fivefold. Maybe after the show is over, we can even be on par with the top-tier stars."
Her previous commercial performances were all packaged with small and obscure groups, and the prices were ridiculously low. Now I think it might be the company's preparation to lure them in the future.
Recalling this, she couldn't help but want to respond to the garbage classification, pack Wang Meng and the hazardous waste into a bucket, and transport it to the landfill to end his short and lonely life as garbage.
The next day, Lin Luosang attended a commercial performance. If you think about it carefully, this is her first commercial performance under her own name after going solo. When she saw the subtitles on the opposite side showing "Lyrics/Composition/Arrangement/Singing: Lin Luosang", she felt a long-lost sense of familiarity and nervousness.
All the glory and mistakes have become the past. She is not greedy for the glory three years ago, nor does she escape from the past. She can take it or leave it. Anyway, she has started again. She will hold the microphone tightly and fight with all her might - until she falls.
The overture is over, and the wonderful chorus and climax have just begun.
After the performance, Lin Luosang left and happened to see a popular singer chatting with a fan at the door. The young girl, her face flushed, clutched her ticket stub and couldn't contain the joy in her tone: "I took a train for more than ten hours just to see you!"
Later, on the way back, Lin Luosang's mind was full of the girl's expressions and demeanor. That kind of vivid and full love always left a deep impression on people.
She leaned back and sighed to herself enviously, "When will someone travel across the ocean just to hear me sing a song?"
"Lin Luosang, the musician who broke the New Songs chart's airplay record, is this all he's after?" Yue Hui turned to look at her in disbelief. "Our goal is a stadium with 10,000 people in it and a concert tour, okay? Have some confidence in yourself!"
A stadium with 10,000 people? And a tour?
Okay, dreaming doesn’t cost money anyway.
"I think it's okay." Yue Hui flipped through his phone and handed it to her. "Look, you have a website now."
A station, also known as a personal resource station, is a picture blog that supports celebrities. It often takes and edits pictures of artists and then uploads them for fans to admire.
This thing has become a celebrity feature now, and almost every singing and dancing idol has a few. She was wondering when she would have a website to record the beautiful photos of her performances on so many stages, but she didn't expect it to be opened so soon.
They also released a launch announcement:
Three thousand galaxies crash into your eyes, and the stars in the sky are plucked to make a wedding dress.
A smile that captivates the soul, a powerful blow from your shot, I am so intoxicated in the feast you give me that it is difficult to wake up.
@林洛桑-Sweetheart Bomber officially opened today.
The accompanying picture is of her performance on stage the day before yesterday. The picture is very beautiful and has been forwarded over 2,000 times.
It seems that the song "Opportunity" is really sweet, so sweet that her fan page is called "Sweetheart Bomber"...
"The copywriting is elegant and formal, and the name is girly. You can have as many fans as you want," Yue Hui said, quite satisfied. "It's a good arrangement."
A few days later it was the song submission day for "Audio-Visual Feast". The high-intensity creative demand really tested the singer's ability to withstand pressure and output. In order to find a good feeling, Lin Luosang tried everything on the balcony, the first to third floors, the bathroom, and the cloakroom, but still couldn't write a satisfactory product. The central direction was still not determined, and he was so anxious that he even wanted to become a monk.
She was too busy to pay attention to Pei Hanzhou when he came back. She sat on the windowsill with headphones on and a serious look on her face. After a while, she took off her headphones and went out to drink water, and found that the man was also about to leave.
He was working nearby and came back to rest for a while. Now that he was urged to leave, he prepared to set off.
Lin Luosang took a sip of water and asked, "Leaving now?"
Pei Hanzhou nodded, remembering that he had just been told, "You can bring your sister-in-law along," and turned around to ask her, "Do you want to come along?"
She refused without thinking: "No."
The man frowned, "I haven't told you where I'm going yet."
"Wherever we go, I should—" He stopped mid-sentence. Lin Luosang thought of something and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Aquarium."
This place is not bad. She decided to go out for a walk to activate her thoughts. She quickly changed her tone and smiled professionally: "Then I'll go. Let's go together."
"..." For some reason, the always powerful Boss Pei felt like a spare tire at the moment.
Lin Luosang packed up in no time and followed him into the aquarium.
It's called an aquarium, but it's actually much richer in content. It has restaurants, hotels, and shopping areas. The park is quite lively. In order to avoid getting separated, she shortened the safe distance between them and asked, "Did you invest in this?"
"otherwise?"
The unscrupulous capitalists looked at her with an expression that said, "Would I support others and give them money?"
She was very reserved at first, but when she got to the shopping area, she couldn't suppress her feminine nature. In the end, it was Pei Hanzhou who identified her whereabouts entirely by her clothes.
For her "fairy tale" theme, she went straight to the children's area, studying the world that was closer to fairy tales, until she saw the exhibition hall designed as a mermaid, and her thoughts were suddenly illuminated.
The big screen in front of me was broadcasting the daily mermaid show. A child was holding a candy and sticking it to the glass, as if he really wanted to feed the mermaid but couldn't find a way. His little face was listless, but the mermaid just smiled and tapped the glass to indicate that he had received it.
The glass fish tank was filled with a beautiful interplay of light and shadow, and the aquatic plants and shells were beautifully displayed. Lin Luosang took a picture and sent it to his business fan, Sheng Qianye, to share his thoughts: "I've decided on this. The theme for my next song is The Little Mermaid."
After about ten minutes, Sheng Qianye said, "That fairy tale?"
She typed four words mysteriously: [A New Interpretation of Fairy Tales.]
What's the point of replicating the path others have taken? If you want to do something... do it differently.
Before Lin Luosang could even get excited, he was suddenly picked up like a chick. Then a man's voice filled his ears, a low, unpleasant tone mixed with a pleasant sound: "How old are you, little friend Lin?"
The scheduled light show was about to begin, and he was too embarrassed to say that his wife was missing. He walked back and forth several times before he found her hiding in this place. In order to appear appropriate, she even half-knelt on the cushion. The man was silent for a long time and actually laughed out of anger.
She always seemed to have that ability.
Lin Luosang, having caught the inspiration, quickly stood up and asked him as he walked over, "I just saw the mermaid perform in a large glass fish tank. Was that a movable one?"
Pei Hanzhou looked at her speechlessly for a while. He didn't expect that her first question would be this, but he still reluctantly answered, "Well, sometimes we change venues."
"Will it be troublesome if this is moved to Y City?" She had a very dangerous but also wonderful idea.
The man didn't think much of it: "If I have money, it won't be a problem."
Lin Luosang suddenly stopped.
The man was still looking down at his watch, but when he noticed that she was standing still, he couldn't help but turn around to look.
The burning red clouds were winding and crawling in the sky. The warm orange evening gave her outline a layer of shimmering light. Lin Luosang raised her face slightly, and her hair was blown by the wind.
She blinked and said in a brisk voice, "Thank you, Boss Pei!"
Pei Hanzhou:?
"I'm going to be a mermaid on my next stage," she said, her eyebrows raised, her pupils sparkling even more. "Do you understand what I mean?"
She simply wanted him to help move these things to her stage. Although the request was a bit bizarre, he wouldn't refuse it if he said it directly. However, she didn't make it clear, and instead teased him from different angles, half coercing, half flattering, and not forgetting to smile and flatter him, making it impossible for him to escape this trap.
Pei Hanzhou pinched his brows and looked away: "Let's go."
She quickly followed: "So you agree?"
"Yeah." After replying, the man added calmly, "Will you let me go if I don't agree?"
...That's true.
She has always been full of ideas since she was a child, so it would be no problem for her to deal with Pei Hanzhou.
The light show had just begun when the two arrived. She was interrupted by various social engagements before she could enjoy it for a while. Investors of the Ocean Park kept coming to greet them. After the greetings, she learned that Pei Hanzhou brought her along because someone mentioned it to her.
There were many investors who came to inspect this time. While they expanded their network, they were unable to fully appreciate the light show.
Is this Pei Hanzhou's daily life?
She was suddenly a little dazed, and the singer's occupational disease of being easily empathetic began to act up again, but on second thought, it would be more appropriate to sympathize with herself than to sympathize with a man who makes money in seconds.
It was already late when the dinner ended, so they stayed in a hotel inside the park.
Many of the rooms have themes, and it goes without saying that she chose the mermaid series.
When Lin Luosang came out of the shower, he found Pei Hanzhou leaning against the head of the bed reading a book. His appearance was indeed pleasing to the eye. Having shed his elite temperament during the day, he now looked a little softer in his pajamas and half-bathed under the warm yellow light.
Slender fingers turned the pages of the book, making a rustling sound.
She looked at the swimming pool outside the suite, and a thought suddenly occurred to her, "Can you swim?"
"meeting."
The man's non-aggressive and relaxed manner before falling asleep gave her the illusion that he was easy to talk to. Lin Luosang bravely lifted the corner of the quilt and said, "Will you teach me how to swim tomorrow?"
It must be the lights and books tonight that caused the trouble, otherwise she would never have overstepped the line.
He tapped the spine of the book: "Busy."
"What are you busy with?"
The unscrupulous capitalists give the standard answer: "To make money."
"Then I'll give you money and buy you an afternoon."
“I’m expensive.”
The man had just finished speaking when he thought of something else and frowned slightly: "Are you trying to use my money to buy my time?"
Lin Luosang, struck by this, remained unfazed. Instead, he calmly spoke, "Don't you feel heartbroken when your hard-earned money goes into someone else's pocket? Everything is based on cause and effect. The best solution is for your money to return to your own pocket."
"The money you spent is now yours, which is equivalent to not spending any money at all, and you've made twice as much money. Isn't that a good deal? As a shrewd businessman, how could you possibly miss out on such a good deal?"
After saying this she was in awe of herself.
Rui Sibai, well said.
Marketing genius Lin Luosang.
The author has something to say: If you keep talking nonsense, be careful that Pei Zhou will kill you on the spot:D
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