Chapter 67 Sister Ning signed with Shenghuang Entertainment (2)
It is night, and the dark fragrance floats.
The orange light fell into the girl's dark eyes, reflecting a river of bright stars.
Gu Qingning propped his chin with one hand, writing the paper carelessly.
Suddenly.
Wechat notification sounded.
The name of WeChat is [Ergou] and she requests to add her as a friend.
Gu Qingning raised his eyebrows, glanced at the head portrait, it was a husky.
She pressed pass, and soon, the other party sent a message.
【Hello, I am the producer of Shenghuang Entertainment, Su Zhuo (smile.jpg)】
Gu Qingning leaned back and tapped the keyboard slowly.
【? 】
The other party seemed to be guarding the phone, and answered almost in seconds.
【We have received the song you sent. We think you are very talented in songwriting. Do you have time to meet and discuss the details of the contract in detail. 】
Gu Qingning went straight to the point, still cherishing words like gold.
【How much is the salary? 】
The other party fell into a brief silence.
Gu Qingning was not in a hurry, picked up the pen and continued to do the paper.
five minutes later.
The message prompt sounded, and the other party replied to the message.
【Royalties are calculated separately, 30,000 yuan for lyrics, 30,000 yuan for composition, or buyout, 100,000 yuan. 】
Gu Qingning pursed her lips and typed casually.
【I'll think about it again. 】
This remark somewhat meant to refuse.
The other party is in a hurry, so reply in seconds.
【The remuneration is negotiable, how much is appropriate, you can mention it. 】
Gu Qingning curled her lips and typed with one hand.
【Royalties are calculated separately, 100,000 for lyrics and 100,000 for composition. 】
She is short of money now, but she doesn't need it urgently. It's too bad to buy out, so it's unnecessary.
The price tripled, and the man squatting in front of the computer was so frightened that he almost fell off the sofa chair.
Su Zhuo took a sip of beer, feeling overwhelmed.
He stared at the message on the chat page and smacked his lips.
Checked the eyes.
is a ruthless person.
Slowed down, he tried cautiously.
【Can you have less? 】
Gu Qingning turned the pen with one hand and typed with the other.
【This is the lowest price. 】
The moment Su Zhuo saw the message, he almost vomited blood for three liters.
Lowest price?
She didn't make a mistake.
This salary has exceeded that of many first-line musicians. What does she mean by this?
Before he could think about it, another message came in.
【The current price may not be the same in the future. 】
Su Zhuo froze.
Taking a deep breath, he replied the message immediately.
【Yes, on your terms, I will send you the contract right now. 】
The hurried tone, for fear that she would change her mind temporarily.
Gu Qingning smiled and sent an "OK" gesture.
Immediately afterwards, she added another sentence.
【Only sign for one year, only write one song every month. 】
Su Zhuo, who was rummaging through the contract template, froze, with a wisp of green smoke faintly floating above his head.
His uncle.
Two lasagnas flowed from the bottom of his heart, and he typed without love.
【...It’s too much (tear collapse.jpg)】
The corners of Gu Qingning's mouth slowly curled up, and he suddenly felt that this Ergou was also quite amusing.
【No answer? 】
There was another short silence. After waiting for a while, the other party slowly returned.
【Yes, ancestor. 】
Gu Qingning glanced at it, then logged out of WeChat from the computer.
She picked up the pen and was just about to continue doing the paper when a wave of message notifications sounded like a bombardment on the phone.
She picked up her phone and clicked on WeChat. It turned out that Sun Qiaoqiao had drawn her into the class.
Dozens of messages, all of which were written with the words "Welcome Qingning", and even the class teacher came out and made a fuss.
The team was neat and uniform, but was finally broken by Chu Xu.
Chu Xu: [Boss Ning, have you finished your chemistry paper, take a picture and lend me the answer. 】
Sun Qiaoqiao: [Brother Chu, just say that I will borrow you to copy it. (Laughing.jpg)]
Cheng Yi: [Admit it, Brother Chu, it’s not shameful if you don’t know how to write. 】
【Agree +1. 】
【Agree +2. 】
…
Gu Qingning smiled, and pulled out the chemistry test paper from the stack of papers.
Immediately afterwards, she took a picture of the paper and posted it in the group.
Soon, Chu Xu replied with a disappointed emoji.
【Boss Ning, what time is it, why haven't you written the paper yet? 】
Unexpectedly, this piece of information blew up the head teacher again.
Old Xu: [Xiao Xuzi, hurry up and write your paper, don't make wrong ideas here. 】
One sentence directly killed Chu Xu.
Gu Qingning pursed her lips and smiled, put down her phone and continued writing the paper.
As soon as I wrote two questions, someone knocked on the door.
"Knock knock—"
"Yaoer, it's me."
Gu Qingning turned to look at the door, "The door is not locked."
After finishing speaking, Gu Che pushed the door open and entered, followed closely by Gu Zhao.
Gu Che walked to the desk, looked down at the papers on the desk, "Yaoer, doing homework."
Gu Qingning hummed, and turned his gaze between the two of them, "Is there something wrong?"
Gu Zhao smiled slightly, and asked tentatively, "Ning'er, brother is coming back tonight, we are going to pick him up at the airport, do you want to go together?"
Gu Qingning's eyes paused slightly, and the pen that was turning with her fingertips stopped.
The sudden silence made the atmosphere awkward.
Gu Che and Gu Zhao glanced at each other, he pulled Gu Qingning's wrist and shook it, "Yaoer, come with us, when the time comes, let big brother treat us to supper, we'll screw him over."
"Yes, yes, let the elder brother treat you." Gu Zhao echoed.
Gu Qingning lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.
Seeing this, Gu Zhao was worried, and he winked at Gu Che, motioning him to speak quickly.
Gu Che coughed lightly, shook her hand, and said in a tone, "Yaoer, don't think about it, let's go together."
Gu Qingning looked up at the two of them, tapped the paper with his fingertips, "But it's too late to come back, these papers..."
Gu Che's thin lips hooked lightly, without any bottom line, "Let Ah Zhao write for you."
Gu Zhao glared at him, almost swearing.
Why was he injured again.
