He was caught fishing at work, and he dragged the female CEO into the water with Qin Xun and Xia Nin

Under the grapefruit tree.

A gust of wind blew and the leaves rustled.

Ye Lan looked at Qin Xun's eyes, a little stunned, and then laughed.

"Mr. Qin, I am very happy that you can agree to cooperate with me. I also believe that you have the ability to make me a top-tier player."

She slowly raised three fingers.

"But I have three questions."

Qin Xun nodded.

"You ask."

Ye Lan asked softly.

“First, by ‘just one song’ does you mean write more than one song for me, or do you write one song plus a marketing strategy?”

Qin Xun smiled softly.

"More than one song."

"It's three songs."

“Plus the right marketing strategy.”

The corners of Ye Lan's mouth were slightly raised to prevent her smile from being too unrestrained and seemed restrained. She seemed to be a different person from the idiot who just headbutted Yuzi.

She looked at Qin Xun under the mottled tree shadow, curled up one finger and spoke louder.

"Is 1075 million too expensive?"

Qin Xun's expression did not change.

"will not."

Ye Lan looked at Qin Xun's determined expression, hesitated for a moment, and nodded gently.

"it is good!"

"I believe you."

She withdrew another finger.

"Third, a fraction of 75 million. Is that 75 the money you want to pay for my glasses?"

Qin Xun smiled.

"You're smarter than I thought."

Ye Lan: "..."

This is obvious okay!

Wang Cui suddenly came over and gently pulled Ye Lan's arm, with an anxious look on his face.

"Sister Ye, this is more than 1000 million."

"The company will not approve it."

She turned to look at Qin Xun.

"And a senior gold medal composer in the industry only costs about 20 yuan. More than 3 million yuan for 1000 songs is really too expensive."

Qin Xun understood Wang Cui's mood.

As a passerby who doesn’t particularly like music, the songs he usually hears are popular, out-of-the-circle, and bad-ass songs.

This leads them to think that songs should be expensive.

In fact, most people don't know how to find an unknown composer to write a song, a melody, and lyrics, which only costs about 2000 yuan.

Including the arrangement, it’s almost 5000 yuan.

With just 5000 yuan, I don’t know how many musicians want to make it but can’t.

Qin Xun once read a piece of news.

Guangkugou, a music platform, will have nearly 2022 million original songs uploaded in 2000, but there may not be even 2000 of them that make real money.

Less than one ten thousandth!

Until a song really hits, its value is very limited.

1075 million songs can be said to be as big as a lion's mouth, eating people without spitting out bones, and being as black as grandma's house.

……

Ye Lan turned to look at Wang Cui.

"Sister Wang, 1000 million for three songs is certainly expensive, but 1000 million puts me in the top tier, so it's not expensive at all!"

"My current performance fee for commercial performances is 180 million. When the time comes, I will directly increase the price of commercial performances and earn back in half a month."

"If you accept an endorsement, the money will be returned faster. One week is enough."

Qin Xun sighed in his heart when he heard Ye Lan speak so lightly.

Damn it, the price is going to be lower!

At this time, he saw Wang Cui saying anxiously again.

"Sister Ye, this is more than 1000 million, who dares to guarantee that his song will be a hit?"

"How popular can it be?"

Ye Lan frowned slightly.

"Stop talking, I was temporarily replaced at Chengtai's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala today, and I'm feeling angry!"

"I want to take a gamble and pay for the 1000 million myself."

Wang Cui became even more anxious.

"Sister Ye! You..."

Qin Xun was upset and waved his hand.

"Okay, okay, you two stop singing the double act."

He looked at Ye Lan with an obvious look of embarrassment on his face.

"I'll sign a betting contract with you."

"Your current commercial performance fee is 180 million. After one month, you have not reached the top tier and the commercial fee has not reached more than 250 million. I will only charge you 100 million in marketing fees."

Ye Lan nodded quickly.

"Okay, that's a good idea."

But he heard Qin Xun change his subject.

"If it reaches 250 million, you have to give me 2075 million."

Ye Lan: "???"

"Two thousand and seventy-five million?"

Qin Xun frowned slightly.

"This is a betting contract, and I took a huge risk."

"I'm also very panicked."

Ye Lan looked at Qin Xun's expression and didn't see why he was panicking at all, so he sighed.

"Two million and seventy-five million is twenty and seventy-five million."

She looked at Qin Xun and smiled bitterly.

"Mr. Qin, you are a very nice person. You always remember the money for my pair of glasses."

Qin Xun nodded and said proudly.

"That's right, I never take advantage of others."

……

Wang Cui was urged by Ye Lan to drive to the town to print out the contract.

Qin Xun took Ye Lan back to the living room and sat at the dining table.

Ma Xiugui just finished cooking the noodles.

A few people ate noodles with chicken soup.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Qin Xun took a sip of chicken soup and asked.

"Grandpa, grandma, where is dad?"

"Why aren't you at home?"

Ma Xiugui sighed.

"Your grandma's sister is seriously ill, and your grandpa accompanied your grandma out of the province to visit her."

She suddenly raised her voice.

"Sigh... I haven't even got a grandchild at such an old age. If I really die, I will die in peace!"

Qin Xun: "..."

Is this forced association too hard-core?

He turned to look at Xia Ning.

Xia Ning lowered her head and ate noodles quietly.

Qin Xun asked again.

"What about Dad?"

Ma Xiugui glanced at Xia Ning quietly, with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Um...your father saw a girl from across the yard having a blind date with you. He felt a little embarrassed and went to your uncle's house for lunch."

"Come back tonight."

"He just asked me to take a photo of Ning Ning to show him what his daughter-in-law looks like!"

Qin Xun turned to look at Xia Ning.

I found that her head was almost buried in the soup bowl.

Several people finished eating the noodles.

Ye Lan stood up to clear away the dishes and looked at Ma Xiugui's sincere face.

"Auntie, please give me another chance."

"Let me wash the dishes."

Ma Xiugui hesitated for a long time, took a deep breath, and nodded heavily.

"All right!"

Ye Lan carefully stacked the four soup bowls together and wiped the oil on them with a paper towel to make sure their hands would not slip before picking them up.

She walked towards the kitchen carefully step by step with the bowl in hand.

After a while, she returned to the living room, picked up the chopsticks from the dining table and walked to the kitchen.

There was a sound of water in the kitchen.

Five minutes later, the sound of water was still ringing.

Ma Xiugui winked at Qin Xun.

Qin Xun nodded, quietly walked to the kitchen and stood at the door.

Ye Lan saw that Ye Lan had put three washed bowls on the stove and was using the faucet to rinse the detergent foam on the fourth bowl.

It took more than 30 seconds.

Ye Lan looked at the clean and shiny bowl and breathed a sigh of relief.

suddenly.

When she thought about the embarrassment she had felt while preparing food, she felt a faint excitement in her heart.

She looked like she was going crazy with convulsions. She raised the bowl high and was about to throw it to the ground.

"cough!"

There was a coughing sound behind him.

She suddenly turned her head and saw Qin Xun leaning against the door frame with a disgusted expression on his face.

"You still say you didn't do it on purpose?"

Ye Lan put down the bowl gently, looking embarrassed.

"I just wanted to look at the bottom of the bowl to see if it was an antique."

Qin Xun sneered.

"Ye Lan, you must have some mental illness. Go see a psychiatrist when you have time."

Ye Lan: "..."

She was a little unsure. Am I really sick?

……

two hours later.

Wang Cui drove back.

Bring back two copies of the contract.

There are also piles of chicken, duck, fish, bowls, chopsticks and dishes.

……

in the living room.

After Xia Ning reviewed the contract, there was no change in expression on her face, but her heart trembled.

Gambling contract?

2075?

Does this guy have such strong bargaining power?

It’s dark enough!

Xia Ning calmed down and nodded towards Qin Xun.

"no problem."

Qin Xun and Ye Lan signed a contract.

He let out a long breath, looked at Ye Lan, and smiled.

"I was really afraid that you would regret it and not sign the contract."

Ye Lan was startled and laughed softly.

"Me too, I'm afraid you'll regret it."

Xia Ning: "..."

She was speechless.

The shopping mall is like a battlefield, so you might as well be so honest.

Wang Cui said smoothly and with a smile.

"Since both parties think so, it means this is a win-win cooperation."

Several people laughed for a while.

Ye Lan asked.

"Then, Mr. Qin, when will you write a song for me?"

"I'm looking forward to it!"

Qin Xun sat up straight and smiled.

"At this moment, at this moment!"