"What's the name of that song?" Jing Yuefei asked as she rolled down the car window.

Guan Yin stood on the side of the road holding the little cutie, and heard the voice saying: ""With You in My Life"."

Concubine Jingyue nodded, of course she knew that this song was not sung to her. There was only one person in her heart and mind right now, and that was Doudou.

"I'll be looking for you in the next two days." She said bluntly, "The production of my album depends on you."

Guan Yin immediately shook his head: "I won't go."

"I don't want you to go, I will come to you, right here." After looking at it, Jing Yuefei pointed to the third floor, "Just here, there won't be anyone else. You write the score on the spot, and I will practice on the spot."

"Aren't you going to go abroad to film a TV series?" Guan Yinqi asked, "Aren't you going again?"

Concubine Jing Yue looked puzzled: "What kind of TV series should I go abroad to film? It's just a show. If I don't go, I'll just give the opportunity to others."

You are so willful!

Guan Yin reminded: "I am very pressed for time and I have to make money!"

Concubine Jing Yue said with a dark face: "It's not a loss for you. When the album is released, I will give you dividends according to the sales volume. This will make more money than selling songs directly." Then, she threatened, "Are you not willing?"

"Ang! I don't want to!" Guan Yin immediately said, "That's wrong!"

Shaking her head, Concubine Jing Yue fastened her seat belt and waved to Doudou, "Goodbye, my dear, mom will come see you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow!"

yeah?

Really?

Doudou immediately became happy and waved her hands happily: "Okay, okay, Doudou is waiting for mommy to come!"

"Hum." Without even looking at anyone, the queen said hum, stepped on the accelerator, and ran away.

Guan Yin calculated in his mind that even if the album sales this time were the same as the last time, it would still be in the hundreds of millions - with a population of three billion, plus the sales in other countries in the Chinese cultural circle, the sales would be in the hundreds of millions.

Well, it's not a particularly scary thing - in this case, is it possible to get a bonus of millions?

That's not bad.

Guan Yin doesn't understand the market, but he also knows that unless the songwriter is a long-established songwriter, no matter how good the quality of a newcomer's song is, the price will never be very low.

"Fortunately, it's good to have an income of one million for eight songs. I should be satisfied." Guan Yin felt satisfied. He watched his mother drive away until she could no longer see her, then she pursed her lips and rubbed her face.

He buried his cute little head in his father's arms and said softly, "Baby, mommy will come to see Doudou in two days. Don't cry, don't cry."

"Yeah." Doudou made a dull sound, and suddenly corrected, "Mom comes to see dad and Doudou, this is what it is like!"

Guan Yinshun said: "Yes, yes, yes, he came to see us two!"

After taking a sip, Doudou nodded, held his father's face seriously, and said, "Mom is so happy today, never before."

Hey, she is interested in those eight songs. Each of them is a high-quality song that is widely sung. If she is unhappy, she has no conscience!

Suddenly feeling guilty, Guan Yin coughed twice, thinking to herself, it is already a great kindness that someone brought such a good baby to her, and that they did not hide it from him!

"Forget it, I'll give her two or three more songs when we meet next time. If I can help her reach the top position in the country, that can be regarded as repaying this kindness." Shaking his head, Guan Yin stopped thinking so much and looked for

After a while, the station was still far away, so I had to stop a taxi and said, "Master, go to the Family Courtyard of the District Cultural Center."

Of course he didn't expect that as soon as the taxi started to start, a car followed it. It was Concubine Jing Yue's car, a car named Zhuque Xingrima.

In this time and space, domestically produced cars are extremely excellent. Among them, the 28 "Tianzi" brand cars under the name of Daming Heavy Industry Group, which is solely controlled by the royal family, are the most popular. The 28 cars are named after the 28 constellations, and the Xingri Horse is

A new car under the "Zhuque" brand is priced at one million yuan. It is a mid-range car. It is sold at home and abroad and is relatively common on the streets.

In the car amplifier, the song "Perfect World" that Guan Yin sang last was circulating. It was not a song given to her. It was a song she specifically asked Guan Yin to sing. She wanted to help him. It was a slightly sad song.

Yue Fei believes that it should not only be hidden in one person's heart, but should become a sung classic.

When Zhao Ziqing's album is released, he will be popular. Once his own album is released, he will be popular. When the time comes, he should take advantage of that opportunity to release his album.

Even Concubine Jing Yue wanted to take him to this "Empire King of Singers Competition".

"The judges have the right to recommend singers. Let's recommend him this time. The company will take care of the people in the company. Well, that's it." Following the taxi to the gate of the Family Courtyard of the District Cultural Center, Jing Yuefei parked the car far away.

Made a decision.

Seeing Guan Yin letting the baby ride on his head and the two of them happily entering the house, Concubine Jing Yue was completely relieved that he was not telling lies and that he was indeed going to meet his friends.

I took out my phone and looked through it. Ziguang smartphone, a top-notch configuration machine priced at 120,000 yuan, only has nine units sold in the world.

There have been more than a hundred missed calls, most of them from the company, and a few from home landlines.

With a movement of her fingers, she cleared all the missed calls. Concubine Jing Yue's face turned cold and her heart became angry.

She is so proud that she can mobilize so many people to intercede. Does she have the ability?

There are still a few missed calls, and those are Song Zhongshu’s mobile phones.

Concubine Jing Yue knew that her mobile phone number, which she personally controlled, knew more than the few people she knew. She had a pig-kidney face... er, no, it was an assistant. She gave her number to at least three people. Song Zhongshu was

One of the.

"It's time to change someone." Jing Yuefei murmured to herself, suddenly remembered something, took out a small note from her handbag, thought about it, and dialed the number on the note, "Hello, yes

Hu Xuan?"

"Yes, I am, are you?" A slightly hoarse voice came from the phone receiver.

Concubine Jing Yue smiled and said: "Hello, Sister Hu, I am Concubine Jing Yue. I went to Chang'an a few days ago and we met."

"Jing...Tianhou?" The other party was flattered. He didn't know what he had brought with him. It banged several times and it seemed to be a lunch box. He asked in surprise, "You, do you have anything to do with me?"

Concubine Jing Yue smiled and said: "Are you still in Chang'an Film and Television City? If you have time, come to the capital and let's sign a contract."

In a chain hotel in Chang'an, Hu Xuan was eating instant noodles and wept with joy. She was forty years old and had been in the entertainment industry for more than ten years. She saw through the false faces and wanted to retreat behind the scenes. After thinking about it, she felt

She hoped that she could be an assistant or agent. After being introduced by others, she gave her "business card" to Concubine Jing Yue, but she never expressed her hope.

That's a queen. She has her own studio and professional assistants, but she has no chance.

But she didn't expect that people would take the initiative to look for her, and look for her personally.

Is the female assistant with the eyes on the top of her head inappropriate?

"She has other things to do. What do you think? Consider coming over to help me. She will be in place tomorrow. We will discuss the details when we get to the capital." Concubine Jing Yue asked.

What else is there to say? Being an assistant to a diva, the salary will definitely not be bad. Besides, who in the industry doesn’t know that the diva has a good character?

"I, I will buy a plane ticket right away and I can arrive in Beijing in the early morning." Hu Xuan didn't want to miss this opportunity and almost cried with excitement.

Putting down the phone, Concubine Jing Yue glanced at the phone call she had just made. A sharp look flashed from the corner of her eyes. She could tolerate her assistant's selfishness, but if someone wanted to control her, she couldn't be blamed for being rude.

What's more, people who don't treat Doudou well still want to eat this bowl of easy rice?
Chapter completed!