You know, so far, none of Li Ang's works is below average, and all of them have become popular across the country.

Even his early works are classics among classics, and many of them have been included in textbooks and are hailed as role models for composers.

Song Yun said meaningfully: "There are also rumors that Dong Yaoshun's left hand is the right hand, but it has been so long that it has been impossible to verify. The real reason... who knows?"

Han Sen lowered his head and glanced at the black guitar placed next to him. It actually had Li Ang's signature on it.

This signature guitar alone is worth more than 20,000.

Then Li Ang's personal works are definitely worth the sky-high prices.

"By the way, there is one more thing to tell you."

Song Yun thought of something and immediately showed her courtesy, saying to Han Sen: "Jiangnan Satellite TV has a singer program that they would like to invite you to participate in. This program will be Jiangnan Satellite TV's flagship program this year. It is rumored that the ratings will be comparable to those of CCTV."

, all those who can perform are domestic first-line singers..."

Everyone was shocked.

Han Sen asked in confusion: "Invite me?"

"Yes."

Song Yun explained: "Today Zhang Minghui came as an inspection team from Jiangnan Satellite TV. Your performance shocked him. I believe you will receive an invitation from the program team soon."

Han Sen was puzzled.

I am not a first-tier singer. In mainland China, I am not even considered a third-tier singer. In other words, I am simply not in the mainstream.

In comparison, Song Yun's words seemed a bit unrealistic.

Han Sen didn't hold out much hope.

Seeing Song Yun's attentive and expectant eyes, he paused and picked up the guitar next to him: "Sister Yun, what kind of song do you want? Tell me some ideas."

Song Yun suddenly became excited. She had been waiting for this moment for so long.

His eyes were bright: "If it can become a big hit, it's best if it's a Mandarin song, but Cantonese songs are also okay."

"Any other requests?"

"Highly popular."

"anything else?"

"It's best to leave a lasting mark in the Chinese pop music scene."

When Han Sen heard this, he slowly put away the guitar.

Song Yun quickly held down Han Sen's hand and asked him to continue holding the guitar. She said coquettishly like a little woman: "I'm just kidding, you can do whatever you want."

The agent's eyes popped out.

Han Sen sighed. He actually understood Song Yun's mood.

Everyone who has fallen from a high place will cherish the next opportunity to rise again.

As long as you hold on, you will never let go and never give up.

Because only those who have truly fallen can know what it feels like to be at the bottom.

He plucked the strings of his guitar and, in full view of everyone, sang softly:

"Why are you sad--"

"It's all bubbles, even though there are fireworks for a moment

All your promises, although they are too fragile

Love is a bubble, if you can see through it..."

"What's so sad..."

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Chapter completed!