As Yan Mofei sang, the entire live broadcast room became dead silent, without a single word being uttered.
It was not until he finished singing the entire song and the last beat landed that everyone woke up from their dream.
Just now, they seemed to see the most beautiful scene as Yan Mofei sang. A gentle breeze blew, and the scent of green grass penetrated into their nostrils, attracting butterflies and bees to dance and fly.
After a long time, a line of words floated across the screen: "Woo woo, so beautiful."
Then the barrage replaced the applause and poured in like a tide.
The screen is full of praise.
"This song is wonderful, not inferior to 'Blue and White Porcelain' at all."
"Brother Yan, from now on you will be my real brother. I really want to drown in your singing and sleep forever."
"This is so damn good! Was this song really composed by Brother Mofei himself?"
"Last time I listened to your Mo Fei song, I lost my appetite and listened to it on repeat for days. This time I can listen to it for days again."
"Brother Yan, Brother Yan, please do it again."
Yan Mofei just smiled and said, "Don't worry, the copyright of the song is guaranteed to be clean. It was written by me personally, and there will be no plagiarism or reference. The song authorization is still valid. In addition to me, you can designate someone else to sing this song, and you can also use this song for commercial purposes."
Although 200,000 yuan is a bit extravagant, which chart-topper doesn't spend a fortune on his favorite anchor? Her 400,000 yuan not only gets her an original song, but also the original artist's passionate performance.
Most importantly, the singing was incredibly beautiful. It was not inferior to the world's top singers, but even better.
"Thank you, it was really worth it."
The rich woman was very happy. Although she had the song in her hands, she knew that she would never find a song better than the one sung by Yan Mofei.
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