"Brother!! I quit! I want to go home and raise my children." Zhang Min's voice almost broke.

"No." Lu Yuanhang stopped Zhang Min.

"We can still discuss it, right?" Lu Yuanhang wanted to remedy the situation.

"How to discuss this?" Zhang Min stared.

"We've already talked it over with them, maybe they even have a recording now!" Zhang Min's chest kept rising and falling, obviously she was angry.

"What should we do?" Lu Yuanhang was also a little anxious.

"Cold salad." Zhang Min rolled his eyes.

The whole journey was silent.

When he arrived at the hotel, Lu Yuanhang lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling without blinking.

It shouldn’t be difficult to sell millions of dollars on average, right?

Lu Yuanhang's face was expressionless.

Suddenly, his room was pushed open.

Zhang Min walked up to Lu Yuanhang who was also expressionless with an expressionless face.

"Do you know why it's so difficult to sell one million units per unit?" Zhang Min looked at Lu Yuanhang.

"Why?" Lu Yuanhang asked, clearing his throat.

"How many songs are there in one album?" Zhang Min crossed her arms, found a chair and sat down, crossing her legs.

"Seven, ten of them are included." Lu Yuanhang answered honestly.

“Since the music industry has cooperated with major music platforms, there has been more than a million downloads of songs, and there is not a single song that is not a classic. Even songs from ten years ago, I still never get tired of listening to them.

Can you guarantee that every song you write will be a classic?" Zhang Min looked at Lu Yuanhang.

"Yes." Lu Yuanhang looked serious.

Zhang Min: “…………”

"Okay, let's assume that none of the songs you write are classics." After Zhang Min nodded, he added: "A song is about three minutes, and ten songs are thirty minutes. What do you think, listening to the princess's voice for three consecutive minutes?

Ten minutes, who can listen?"

"Aesthetic fatigue affects everyone!"

What Zhang Min said is very true.

Lu Yuanhang fell into silence.
Chapter completed!