"I'll have time tomorrow." Wang Qian thought about it and answered Su Nuo. Because after a few days of rushing, Chen Linxiang gave Wang Qian a day off, telling him not to do anything tomorrow and to rest at home.

"Am or afternoon?"

"It's afternoon." Wang Qian thought about it and answered Su Nuo. He was so tired that he wanted to sleep in tomorrow.

"Okay, how about it at 3 o'clock in the afternoon? I'll arrange someone to contact you in advance?"

"Can."

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I will send you an electronic contract in the website text message later. You can check it out first. If you have any questions, please call this number and find me. You are welcome to harass me more in the future."

“Yes.”

Wang Qian smiled. He had a good first impression of this editor Su. He tried to collaborate on two songs first. If the collaboration was pleasant, he would definitely harass the editor Su often in the future.

If you hand over the copyright matters and let professionals help him deal with it, he will save a lot of worry if he is only responsible for collecting money, and he can also take more time to do other things.

Wang Qian was not worried about the quality of the classic songs brought from the original world. As long as there was a display platform, it would ensure that all the capitals could make it to the list.

In order to maximize profits and avoid arousing suspicion, of course, these classic songs cannot be taken out too many at once, just take out one or two songs every once in a while.

After hanging up Su Nuo's phone call, Wang Qian suddenly thought of something. He logged into the mobile banking bank and entered Lin Miaoyin's name and the card number of her most commonly used bank card in the transfer column based on his memory. He tried to transfer five hundred yuan. He originally thought that the two worlds might have different card numbers and the transfer would not be successful, but he did not expect it to transfer it.

After confirming that her bank card number had not changed, Wang Qian transferred another 3,000 yuan, and the postscript read "I will be lent to you and I will be returned to me in the future."

She went to the auditions for "The King of Future Singers", and it cost money to buy clothes and other things.

If it was not stated that it was lent to her, she would definitely transfer the money back.

...

Thursday.

Wang Qian was very tired these days. He slept until 11:00 in the morning before getting up and going out for three bowls of beef noodles... The original soup was not made with meat slices, and he bought four more tea eggs with the money he saved.

The original soup beef noodles cost four yuan per bowl, and the beef costs fifteen yuan per bowl.

"I just disdained to eat those beef. At first glance, it was the inventory that had been cooked for many days, and the tea eggs were more nutritious." After eating the noodles, Wang Qian wiped his mouth and hugged his stomach and returned to the rental house.

After eating too much, Wang Qian patted his belly and felt that he should go to lose weight and exercise.

But, don't want to move.

It’s a good image! If you continue to eat like this, you will lose your image.

Why do idol stars always have trouble getting along with their stomachs? This is really a difficult thing to achieve both ways.

How great would it be if you could eat whatever you want and become an idol star!

Maybe, opening a treasure chest can open a consumable item like a weight loss card, instantly reducing this round figure to the one like Wang Leehom?

Hahahaha... It is not possible that there will be a dream first, but it is possible that there will be realization?

At around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, a local music editor named Chen Dao was entrusted by Su Nuo to call Wang Qian and informed Wang Qian's music room where he was located.

At three o'clock, Wang Qian came to the music room that Chen Dao contacted him on time. He first looked through page by page and confirmed the contract. He signed it on it and left a copy of his ID card, which was considered to have completed the signing work with Cool.com.

"Is the songwriter using your stage name here?" Chen Dao confirmed to Wang Qian as he looked at the signed contract.

"Yes." Wang Qian nodded.

"Your stage name is... Wang Banbi?"

"Do you have any objections?"

"No, I just think this stage name has a very unique personality... Half of the wall, half of the jade means? But this word is 'bian', not 'bi'? Could it be a typo?" Chen Dao looked very curious.

"It means half of the country."

"Half the country?"

"Well, I, Wang Qian, will be half of the future music industry, referred to as Wang Banbi for short." Wang Qian taught Chen Dao's questions.

"You...you...you...you're so awesome!" Chen Dao was stunned. He had never seen anyone praise him so much in his life.

"The contract is fine, right? No problem, let's hurry up and start recording."

"No problem."

With the help of Chen Dao, Wang Qian used very professional equipment to re-record "Goodbye Youth" and "Beijing Jingjing" and it took three hours to complete.

It's of course to ensure the effect after recording for so long.

"Damn! There is no one else in this sound! I heard it all my ears are pregnant! This song should only be found in heaven. How many times can I hear it in the world?" Wang Qian praised his singing voice.

"Teacher Wang, you are so humble. No wonder your name has the word Qian." Chen Dao joked to Wang Qian.

"Do you think it's not nice?" Wang Qian expressed dissatisfaction.

"No! This song is very nice and sang better, it's simply a sound of nature! Editor-in-chief Su will definitely be very popular with you! You will definitely be half of the music industry in the future!" Chen Dao quickly praised him.

"I love to listen to these words. Let's go, thank you for your hard work today! I'll treat you to drink!" Wang Qian patted Chen Dao's shoulder.

"OK!"

"You pay."

"Well……"

...

"Beijing Love Story" post-production site.

"How are the two songs talking about?" Bai Jingquan asked Bai Hao, who was in charge of the music part.

"It's still talking."

"Are there any progress? Don't delay the time the TV series will be launched."

"The author is not satisfied with our offer. I will leave him alone for a few days. I guess he will call soon." Bai Hao answered Bai Jingquan.

"When talking to Teacher Wang, you should not only pay attention to the attitude of the conversation, and be sincere. It is best to call and ask questions frequently. If he does not agree with the price, please raise it up appropriately, or ask about other things, and show our sincerity." Bai Jingquan thought for a while and explained to Bai Hao a few more words.

"Uncle, don't worry about this matter. Director, you are good at it. I know better than you in music business negotiations. Some people are the more shameless people are. The more you give him a song, the higher the 200,000 yuan you really get. It's better to give him a singular report. Let him see the chance of a lion talking big! In modern society, sincerity is worth a yarn! Are you still asking about your well-being! Are you sour? Commercial negotiations are about skills! Professional skills! Don't worry! I promise to get this done without 200,000 yuan!" Bai Hao disagreed with what Bai Jingquan said.

"Are you sure?" Bai Jingquan was still not relieved.

"I have been making music for almost ten years, and I can't understand the psychology of these songwriters. Especially for those who are just newcomers, I know who they are. I know very well what some of them think when buying songs. Don't ask about this anymore, and it's covered by me!" Bai Hao patted his chest.

"Try to seize the time. The TV series has been adjusted later and the name has been changed. These two songs are well matched and can become the soul of the entire TV series, so there is nothing wrong with it."

"Know!"

...

Friday.

The new month has arrived. After recording all 52 episodes of "The Three Kingdoms", Wang Qian was in a very good mood when he was at work.

But after arriving at the TV station, Wang Qian felt that everyone looked at him in a bad mood.

Mint and Xu Jichao seemed to be reluctant to speak when Wang Qian greeted them. Yuan Zhiwei was not in a good mood these days, but Xu Peiqi was talking and laughing loudly, and from time to time he looked at Wang Qian with gloating.

Wang Qian rolled his eyes. Could something happen again? These people looked at him with this expression?

"The morning meeting will not be held today. Teacher Wang, Director Chen, let you go there." At nine o'clock, Zhang Mengdi walked over and announced to everyone, then lit Wang Qian's name.

Director Chen generally does not refuse to hold morning meetings easily unless something special happens.

"What's the matter?" Wang Qian felt something was wrong, and asked her on the way to the office with Zhang Mengdi.

"Director Chen will tell you." Zhang Mengdi lowered her head, as if she didn't dare to look into Wang Qian's eyes.

"The relatives are in pain, and the enemy is in a hurry. I must be unlucky, otherwise these people would not have such expressions." Wang Qian secretly guessed in his heart.

"Little Wang is here?" Chen Linxiang was obviously not in a good mood when he saw Wang Qian.

"Director Chen, are you looking for me?" Wang Qian came to Chen Linxiang's desk and stood opposite Chen Linxiang's desk.

"Sit down, Mengdi, close the office door." Chen Linxiang said to Zhang Mengdi.

"Okay." Zhang Mengdi walked out of the office and helped Chen Linxiang close the office door.

"It seems that I haven't caused any trouble, right?" Wang Qian spoke first.

"You are a man who knows it very well." Chen Linxiang's expression was amused and crying.

"What big thing happened? Why do you look so strange when you look at me? Could it be that Director Lei jumped off the building and committed suicide because he became handsome? "Wang Qian touched his round face.

"You... no one called you to tell you about that yesterday?" Chen Linxiang glared at Wang Qian with annoyance.

"What's the matter? It's mysterious. I didn't say anything if I asked Mengdi." Wang Qian shook his head.

He turned off his cell phone in the recording studio yesterday. Later, he went to barbecue and drink beer with Chen Dao and forgot to turn on his cell phone. He drank a little too much, so Chen Dao drove him back to the rental house and went to bed.

The new book is on the list, asking for collection from brothers and sisters, and asking for recommendation votes, thank you!
Chapter completed!