"Old demon..."

Yu Bangyan wanted to persuade, but was interrupted by Lin Baiyao, saying: "Yu Da, I know you mean well, but there are some things that must be done. Hit with one punch to avoid hundreds of punches. If you don't fight back, it will only encourage others."

With their arrogance, we still don’t know who will become the next victim.”

"But how to fight back?" Yu Wenyi asked the most realistic question, saying: "Tang Xiaonian is the richest man in Suhuai, and Cui Guoming is a big shot in the province. In Yuezhou, not only can he cover the sky with one hand, but at least he can walk casually..."

"It doesn't matter if you dare to pull down the emperor even if you are willing to be killed. There will always be a way." Lin Baiyao smiled slightly and said: "Don't get involved in this matter. Don't even talk about this letter to the outside world. I'll leave the rest to you."

I'll handle it."

After saying that, he picked up the letter and left the dormitory.

Fan Xibai looked at his leaving figure and suddenly said: "I can't tell, but I always feel that there is something different about the old demon from us?"

Yang Haichao said: "He has always been different from us, but he usually doesn't want to show it..."

Walking on campus, Lin Baiyao's cell phone suddenly rang. After answering, it was a strange man's voice, saying in a condescending tone: "Is it Lin Baiyao? I am Bi Xiaowan from the Yousheng era. It's convenient to meet you now.

?"

Lin Baiyao took out the business card in his pocket. The name written on it was indeed "Xiaowan", not "Xiaowan".

He didn't expect that Bi Xiaowan was actually a man.

"Thank you, it's inconvenient!"

hang up.

Obviously the other party was a little confused. After half a minute, he called again, his tone became much more polite, and said: "Classmate Lin, it's like this. I was at your University of Finance and Economics party last night and wanted to talk to you about music.

About cooperation..."

"No, thank you!"

Snapped!

Hang up again.

After waiting for three full minutes this time, Bi Xiaowan called and said directly: "I got your phone number from Secretary Ai Yuhua..."

Introduced by Ai Yuhua?

Lin Baiyao couldn't help but give Ai Yuhua face, and said with a smile: "Mr. Bi, I made it very clear last night that I will never sing in public again, nor will I use the copyright of songs to make profits. In the future, when I meet a musician I like,

If it is really suitable to sing a certain song, I will pay one yuan..."

"Hahaha, it's free, I know!"

Bi Xiaowan let out a rough laugh and said: "However, classmate Lin, the situation on the stage last night was forced by the situation, and we all know it in our hearts. If you agree to sell the copyright of ten songs to Yousheng Times, we can sign a hidden agreement

, give you an absolutely satisfactory price, and claim to the outside world that the copyright is one yuan per song, which will not affect your reputation..."

Lin Baiyao smiled and said: "Oh? Really? How much can your company give me?"

Bi Xiaowan gritted her teeth and gave a surprise price, saying: "One song is 10,000 yuan, ten songs are packaged, and I will give you 130,000 yuan."

Musicians are having a hard time these days. Apart from record companies releasing records, there is no other distribution channel. In addition, people's awareness of copyright is weak, and they are experiencing crazy erosion from piracy. The market is very difficult, and most of them are losing money.

The price of original music ranges from a few hundred to a few thousand yuan. A lyricist like Lin Xi only gets 3,000 Hong Kong dollars to write songs for kings and queens, and may get around 10,000 yuan, and more.

Come on, there are only a handful of them.

Bi Xiaowan was able to offer Lin Baiyao a sky-high price of 130,000 yuan for ten songs, and his sincerity was enough, but Lin Baiyao had already passed the time of being tempted by money of more than 100,000 yuan.

It's only 130,000 yuan. It's a covert agreement to hand over your reputation to others. If there is any trouble between the two parties in the future, it will be directly exposed to you. The impact on Lin Baiyao cannot be compensated by 130,000 yuan.

"Thanks to Mr. Bi for being considerate. As I said, this is not about money. Thank you!"

After hanging up this time, Bi Xiaowan did not call again, but Lin Baiyao knew the temperament of these producers at the record company. When you beg him, he is the uncle, and when he begs you, you are the uncle. There is no limit to moral integrity.

, are all bullshit plasters that cannot be shaken off. I will not give up easily when I encounter a good song. Maybe it will suddenly appear in front of me next time.

Lin Baiyao had some other ideas in mind, but he couldn't talk to Bi Xiaowan directly now, so he had to give him some time before talking.

If Bi Xiaowan is smart enough, it is not impossible for him to cooperate, but if he still pretends to be Party A’s father, then let’s not talk about it. There are hundreds of domestic record companies, who can we cooperate with?

Economics Department Office.

"Director, I would like to take three days off and come back to class after the Yao Wenlong incident is concluded. Do you think it's appropriate?"

Wu Gong thought that it would be inappropriate for you to take the initiative to ask for leave so that I don't have to ask for it. He asked for it. With a stroke of his pen, he approved three days of leave and said, "It's okay to go back and rest. I have worked hard these days to rehearse for the party."

After leaving the campus, we first went to Guimengju. Mo Ranshi and Liu Nian'er arrived just at noon. The little girl was exhausted from traveling and traveling, so she just fell asleep.

In the tea room on the first floor, while drinking Dahongpao, Mo Ran told Lin Baiyao the story of his trip.

After carrying the coffin back to his hometown, he hired someone to dig a grave in the field of Liu Hanyuan's family. The villagers came out to make trouble, saying that someone was dead. Liu Nian'er was a girl and would get married sooner or later. The Liu family was extinct and the fields allocated by the village had to be taken back.

go.

Mo Ranshi asked them, if the fields were taken back, how would Liu Hanyuan's coffin be buried?

The villager replied, if you like whose land you want, discuss the purchase with that person.

This means that the Liu family has no male son, and you are a foreigner. If you want Liu Hanyuan to return to his roots, you have to pay money to the village.

There is no shortage of money when doing ink dyeing.

But she understands human nature.

With the appetite of these unscrupulous people, no matter whose land they bought, they would still come out to cause trouble if others were jealous. She had no time to waste with them, so she directly called her friends and transferred more than 80 gangsters from the county.

The arrogant gangster pulled two large trucks.

When we drove to the village, we jumped out with a loud noise, holding a steel pipe in our hands to guard the coffin. We buried the coffin securely that night, and no one in the village dared to fart.

To deal with unruly people, being reasonable is equivalent to fighting with the air. If you call the police, there is a high probability that you will be bullshitting indefinitely. As the saying goes, one thing will bring down another thing. Once the green skinned people came, the villagers who were jumping around and yelling at Mo Ran immediately became reasonable, simple and kind.

"Boss Mo, I really caused you too much trouble..."

"No trouble!" Mo Ranshi concentrated on making tea and said, "Find something meaningful to do. At least it seems like you are alive. It is much better than staying in Guimengju all day long without knowing the sun and the moon."

In the past life, I was trapped in a mental prison, suffering day and night, and the most beautiful years were wasted, until later they bloomed and fell into silence.

Lin Baiyao remembered that she once said that she had no regrets in this life. The biggest regret was not being able to give birth to a child of her own.

Liu Nian'er's arrival was a matter of luck, as if it was fate that traveled through time and space, and somehow made up for Mo Ran's wish.

"Boss Mo, I will leave Yuezhou later. I may come back in three days and not say goodbye to Nian'er..."

When Mo Ran was pouring tea from the pot, he pushed the jade cup over, raised his head slightly, glanced at him casually through the smoke, and said, "Are you in trouble?"

Lin Baiyao smiled and said: "People are faced with difficulties everywhere in life. It doesn't matter, I can solve them."

"Okay, you go about your business. Don't worry about Nian'er. When she wakes up, I will tell her that you can't come see her these days..."

Lin Baiyao raised his head and drank the tea from the cup, with a gentle and bright smile, and said: "Let's go, thank you Boss Mo for the good tea!"

Watching Lin Baiyao's back disappear, he picked up the teacup while the ink was dyeing, and looked at the tea soup. The ropes were tightly knotted and the color was fresh and moist, reflecting the beautiful face that made the years tremble.

Suddenly, the tea soup, as smooth as a mirror, started to ripple. Mo Ranshi knew that her heart was a little confused.

Concern leads to chaos!
Chapter completed!