Look good

That is of course impossible.

Wen Changrong's card does not have that much money.

What's more, if he really wanted to mention so much, Wen Changrong might snatch his ear off before he got the money.

As for the wealthy, although they are rich, they also have a measure in their hearts.

Qiao Xing knew what kind of things were worth what price, and Wen Changrong knew better.

He didn't fill in the blank check for the time being. He still had to discuss with the arranger to see if he could find a good arranger and the quality of the arranger before deciding on the price.

……

As the boss, Qiao Xing didn't care much about the situation in the score library, but his employees were different.

I just went to work on Monday, and the staff in the studio were all shocked when they saw that the sheet music of "Zhendianzhibao" was gone.

Qiao Xing's assistant, Chen Qi, was so frightened that he swooped open the office door, holding Qiao Xing's head and wrist, and carefully looked inside and out several times.

"Scared me to death!" Chen Qihou held him in fear and sighed, "I thought you lost the score because you encountered something you couldn't figure out, and then you were going to commit suicide..."

"...Let me go, let me go!" Qiao Xing patted the assistant on the back, "Are you fucking trying to smother your boss to death!"

"Oh oh oh!" Chen Qi let go of his head that was hugging his chest.

Qiao Xing's face flushed red from holding back, and he slumped on the boss's chair, gasping for breath.

He was really miserable, last time he was almost choked to death by Wen Changrong's [wow——], this time he was almost smothered to death by his own employee's chest.

"By the way, boss, where's the music score?" Chen Qi confirmed that he was fine, and asked about the business, "Did you change the position and play it?"

"No." Qiao Xing waved his hands desperately, "I sold it."

"Huh?!" Chen Qi was startled, "... Boss, did you... have something happened at home?"

Qiao Xing was helpless: "...can't you think of me?"

"But……"

"Mr. Wen wants to buy it," Qiao Xing rubbed his nose that was sore from the pressure just now, "and crazily hinted that I could ask for a seven-figure price..."

"What!" Chen Qi exclaimed, and then lowered his voice in a low voice, "What kind of superstar is singing? He gave seven figures before the finished product?!"

"It's not a Uranus superstar, it's a little fresh meat who has never sung before."

"...This can give seven digits?!"

"Yes, rich and willful."

"Boss is awesome!" Chen Qi gave him a thumbs up, ran up behind Qiao Xing and pinched his shoulders, and sighed with sparkle eyes, "You usually make so many hit songs, the song 'Zhendian' "Zhibao" must have been written very well, and the little fresh meat must have become popular after singing it, alas, Mr. Wen still has vision, so he bought it for his little lover, the boss is really amazing... However, the treasure of the town store It only sold for seven figures, will it be a loss..."

"..." Qiao Xing hesitated to speak.

He turned his head to look into the shining eyes of his assistant, and decided not to break his fantasy.

"Go to work, I'll go out this afternoon to find Old Zhao..."

……

Lao Zhao is a well-known arranger in the industry. He has an elite team under him. There have been many cases where old and bad songs became popular after new arrangements.

After releasing several hit songs, it can be said that Lao Zhao is 'hard to find'. Even big-name stars have to queue for a long time, and even small stars don't even pick up.

But fortunately, Lao Zhao and Qiao Xing have a good relationship.

After getting the music score and lyrics, after Qiao Xing repeatedly expressed that he must not refuse to answer, and threatened to pee outside the house if he did not answer, Lao Zhao finally compromised and read the score and lyrics for a long time, and finally asked him: "This is your gold Is the Lord’s non-mainstream layman’s little lover written? Do you have to bring me to rescue?”

"..." Although Qiao Xing had been prepared for a long time, he still felt a little bit shocked when he heard this comment.

He looked at Lao Zhao's eyes eager for knowledge, and knew that he couldn't get around it, so he replied, "...I wrote it."

"...?!" Old Zhao looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"I wrote it! What a drop! Don't you want to make people feel young!" Qiao Xing pushed the music score on Lao Zhao's face, "Hurry up, don't worry about this, my boss is rich this time, a lot of money, you guys Hurry up and think of a way to save this song and it's over!"

Old Zhao took down the sheet music that hit his nose.

"How much did you sell for this song?"

"Trade secrets."

"It won't sell for six figures, will it?"

"Hmph." Qiao Xing replied with his nose.

"What does the six-digit number begin with?"

"Guess." Qiao Xingxin said, I plan to sell for seven figures.

"Are you really going to sell for six figures?! Old thief Qiao, old thief Qiao..." Lao Zhao pointed at him, and then said, "Please tell your benefactor, I have a lot of songs like this, Only [-] cents! All [-] cents..."

"?" Qiao Xing rolled up his sleeves: "Is it you, old Zhao, who has drifted away, or I, Qiao Xing, can't carry a knife..."

……

Having said that, Qiao Xing later invited Lao Zhao to dinner alone several times, and invited the people under Lao Zhao's subordinates to have dinner together twice. .

……

A month later, everything was ready for the song "Whether".

Everything went smoothly, the only pity was that Qiao Xing failed to fill in the seven-digit number on the check in the end.

After all, no matter how good the arrangement is, his jerky composition and lyrics that don’t even rhyme in some places are there. In addition, Qi Da is a newcomer and can’t sing too difficult songs. In the end, this song can only be changed It's lyrical and in line with the current trend, without any major changes, and it has nothing to do with a seven-figure hit.

In the end, he just wrote 99 yuan, nine cents and nine cents on the check with heartache.

Ugh.

What a conscience.

……

The recording of Qi Da's new song was completed very quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the day of the new song's press conference.

Qiao Xing complained wildly in his heart when he held a new song release conference if he wasn't a singer in his job.

However, he has money, so it's useless for him to complain.

The clock pointed to 55:[-] in the morning. Qiao Xing was dressed in a khaki British-style casual plaid suit and a head of carefully groomed hair.

Qi Da's new song conference started at ten o'clock this morning. In order to praise Qi Da, Qi Da's company...Of course, it may also be Wen Changrong's intention, specially invited Qiao Xing to be a special guest.

Qiao Xing is well-known both inside and outside the circle. Many people go to listen to his songs for his lyrics or composition, plus he has a pretty face and even a pinch of pink.

It is undoubtedly a big help for Qi Da to invite him to help out.

……

At eight o'clock, the black Bentley arrived at the door on time.

When the car door opened, Wen Changrong raised his eyebrows when he saw him, "It looks so good?"

"To be a special guest, of course you have to dress up." Qiao Xing got into the car and smiled skillfully at Wen Changrong.

"En." Wen Changrong responded, and when the car door was closed, he stretched out his hand and pinched Qiao Xing's chin.

The man rubbed his fingers against the skin of his chin, and his eyes leisurely but carefully glanced over every inch of his skin, as if appraising some kind of artwork.

However, most people like beautiful things. After some exploration, Wen Changrong let go of his hand. Although the expression on his face didn't change much, it was obvious that the man was in a happier mood.

Wen Changrong teased him: "Qiao Xing, with your appearance, if you stop on the street, I'm afraid many people will come up to make an appointment."

"Are you calling me handsome?"

"Say you're a coward."

Talking about flirting, Wen Changrong's hand touched Qiao Xing's face again.

The man stroked his fingers along his chin, and finally put his whole hand on his cheek, stroking his face like a small animal, his eyes and movements seemed to be extremely satisfied with his current appearance.

"..." Qiao Xing stopped talking, so as not to spoil the interest of the donor.

He maintains a posture that makes him comfortable and allows the benefactor to touch it to his heart's content. Occasionally, he tilts his head slightly, and gently rubs Wen Changrong's hand with his cheeks as if to meet him.

Including the four years of marriage, Qiao Xing has been with Wen Changrong for a total of seven years.

These seven years were not in vain. He knew what Wen Changrong liked, and he knew what to do to win Wen Changrong's favor.

Wen Changrong is a man with good looks, a good family background, and generous money.

It's a pity that he has a weird temper and is too difficult to serve.

If you want to be by Wen Changrong's side, you have to work hard on many small details.

"..." Probably Qiao Xing's little acts of coquettishness really worked. Wen Changrong's eyes didn't look as cold as before.

The man inserted his fingers into his temples, stroking his hair with an almost gentle force, his gray eyes fell on his face, and Qiao Xing's incomprehensible emotions were in his eyes.

"A lot of times, I can't believe...you are 25 years old."

"..."

Made.

What does Wen Changrong mean?

Dislike him for being old again?