raknovel Chapter 88 Trouble Comes Knocking?
Chapter 88 Trouble Comes Knocking?
Chapter 88 Trouble is Coming? (Burst Update Mode 25)
This is at least one solution.
It's a bit slow, but it's better than nothing.
Let's take it slow.
One day, I'll be able to hone that feeling.
Yao Beina's emotional experience course has also officially started.
Every night, the television in Yao Feng's house would promptly play Aunt Qiong Yao's tear-jerking dramas.
Yao Beina sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow, watching the scene with tears streaming down her face.
Li Xinmin stood by, acting as an emotional mentor.
"Look, look, the female lead's current state of mind is despair."
"The person she loves most doesn't believe her and is going to marry someone else."
"Did you remember that feeling?"
Yao Beina nodded, sobbing.
During the day, she would hold the romance novels she borrowed from Chen Lang and continue to immerse herself in those love and hate stories.
It does have some effect.
At least, when she sang those songs again, you could hear a trace of sadness and struggle in her voice.
Although it's still quite immature, it's at least a good start.
The thirteenth day of the first lunar month.
Yao Feng and his family arrived again, carrying large and small bags of things.
This time, however, Yao Feng's face lacked its usual ease and instead carried a hint of annoyance.
"Oh dear, trouble is on its way. I don't know if it's good or bad."
As soon as he entered, he put the things he was carrying on the ground, his tone melancholy.
In the living room, Liu Xiaoli and her grandparents were stunned.
"What happened?"
Liu Xiaoli asked nervously.
Yao Feng took a sip of water and caught his breath.
"The news has leaked from the recording studio."
Since the song "Sisters" became a hit in Wuhan, music companies and audio-visual publishers across the country have become extremely interested in the songwriter, a 9-year-old prodigy.
However, since it's almost Chinese New Year, no one wanted to bother them at this time and thought they would contact them after the New Year.
But no matter how much they planned, they didn't expect that little Chen Lang wouldn't be idle during the Spring Festival.
He then wrote four more songs of even higher quality in one go.
The instrumental tracks for these four songs are currently being produced in Yao Feng's friend's recording studio.
The recording studio was crowded and noisy.
The accompaniment for a song requires the collaborative efforts of recording engineers, mixing engineers, and various musicians.
With so many people involved, how could the news be kept secret?
One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.
The news that Chen Lang had written four new songs, even better than his sisters', spread like wildfire.
Now, those companies that originally wanted to wait and see can no longer sit still.
Since yesterday, Yao Feng's home phone has been ringing non-stop.
They were calling from all over the country, wanting to sign Chen Lang, sign Yao Beina, and buy the copyrights to these songs.
"This morning, the person in charge of Wuhan Audio-Visual Publishing House came to our door directly."
Yao Feng rubbed his temples.
"The person is waiting outside. I said I wanted to come over and let you know first."
The doorbell rang as soon as he finished speaking.
A middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit and glasses stood at the door, carrying a briefcase.
With a warm smile on his face.
"Ms. Liu, I apologize for disturbing you."
Yao Feng invited him in.
As soon as the man entered the room, his gaze swept around the living room and landed on Chen Lang.
"Oh my, this must be Chen Lang, right?"
He stepped forward and extended his hands to shake hands with Chen Lang, but then felt it was inappropriate and withdrew them, only smiling incessantly.
Hello, hello.
"I am the president of Wuhan Audio-Visual Publishing House, and my surname is Wang."
President Wang was very enthusiastic.
"Seeing is believing!"
"A genius, a true genius!"
"It's a source of pride for the entire Hubei province that Wuhan has produced someone as talented as you!"
He kept calling himself a genius and a proud man.
Chen Lang simply nodded politely without saying anything.
Liu Xiaoli brought over a cup of tea.
President Wang accepted the tea, said thank you, and then eagerly revealed the purpose of his visit.
He is very eloquent.
First, he praised Chen Lang and Yao Beina from head to toe.
Then, they began to draw up blueprints for the future.
"Our publishing house, although it can't compare to those big companies in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou."
"But we are a local company, and we have local advantages."
"As long as you are willing to sign a contract, we promise to allocate all the province's promotional resources to create an album for you."
"We'll pull strings with television, newspapers, and radio."
"Our goal is to make you a cultural icon of our HUB province!"
He spoke passionately, his spittle flying everywhere.
Chen Lang listened, but his heart remained unmoved.
Anyone can make empty promises.
Should resources be allocated across the entire province?
That's a nice way of saying it.
How much they give us in the end is entirely up to them.
Chen Lang wasn't interested in these empty platitudes.
His face showed the same expression as Liu Yifei's, as if he didn't quite understand.
"President Wang, thank you for your kindness."
"The accompaniment for the song isn't finished yet, and my sister is still practicing."
"Let's talk about the contract after the song is finished."
President Wang's smile froze.
He never expected that an eight or nine-year-old child could speak so logically.
They were already taking advantage of their local location to make contact in advance.
Once the song is finished, there'll be nothing left for him to do.
He had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to begin.
Seeing that the adults clearly shared the same idea, he could only awkwardly put down his teacup.
"well."
"Then, I won't bother you any longer."
"You can contact me anytime you're ready."
He left a business card and then took his leave.
Once the person left, the living room returned to silence.
Liu Xiaoli looked at the business card, feeling both happy and worried.
"What should we do?"
"We're sure to get more and more people coming to us in the future."
Yao Feng also sighed; he felt the same way.
The child is so outstanding, everyone wants to have him/her.
But the child is so young, it's obviously not good for him to be exposed to these business things so early.
Let's take it one step at a time.
Sure enough, another group of people arrived in the afternoon.
This time, the other party had clearly done their homework, and went straight to Liu Xiaoli's house.
He was carrying large bags of gifts, and he looked much more extravagant than President Wang from this morning.
Upon entering, the woman at the head of the group, dressed in a stylish skirt suit and sporting a neat short haircut, introduced herself.
"Hello, Ms. Liu."
"I am Zhang Lan, the production manager of Guangzhou Pacific Audio-Visual Company."
Guangzhou Pacific Audio-Visual Company.
Upon hearing the name, the adults exchanged glances.
This is one of the giants in the domestic pop music industry.
Their strength far surpasses that of a small local factory like Wuhan Audio-Visual Publishing House.
Zhang Lan's style of doing things is just as straightforward and outspoken as her appearance.
She didn't say anything empty.
They stated their terms directly.
"Our company wants to sign Mr. Chen Lang and Ms. Yao Beina."
"We are willing to pay an advance of 200,000 yuan for these five songs."
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