As the chief music editor of Wind Pursuer, Ding Chengzhi subconsciously felt that it was a waste of time when Sheng Wenshi dragged him to the concert of this unknown female singer.
Although Sheng Wenshi made it sound like this female singer was hard to find, this was how the entertainment industry was. Fame often determined one's ability. An unknown female singer could only have such an opportunity because she had a relationship with a super-rich second-generation heir.
However, Sheng Wenshi insisted on being mysterious and refused to show him the recorded video. He only said that he would know when the time came.
This made Ding Chengzhi feel quite puzzled. His time was very precious. Wind Pursuer was about to finish filming. How could he have the time to fool around with Sheng Wenshi?
But when he followed Sheng Wenshi, the bearded Miao Zian, and the others to the venue, he started to feel that something was wrong.
Even if the average rich second generation wanted to please everyone, it was impossible for them to make such a big fuss. The total value of the forty cars was at least thirty million yuan. It was impossible for them to make such a big fuss just to get a smile from a beauty.
At this time, Ding Chengzhi had begun to take this different concert seriously.
When the first song, "Rolling Up the Beaded Curtain," ended, Ding Chengzhi was deeply shocked. It was a shock that came from the soul. It was definitely not the kind of feeling that one would get tired of hearing it a few times. It was a real song that could be recalled over and over again.
When the second song, "Lightning Pursuit," came, Ding Chengzhi was completely captivated.
When the song ended, Ding Chengzhi was completely stunned. After a whole minute, he trembled violently and rushed to the security guard. "This is it! This is it! This is what I want! Security, security! I am the music director of Penghui Films, Ding Chengzhi. Bring me to your leader. I want to see the planner of this concert! I want to see him! Now! Now! "
At this time, all the young men and women present were shouting "Li Nianwei." Their voices were so loud that the security guard could not hear Ding Chengzhi clearly. He shouted, "Sir, what did you say? I can't hear you! "
Ding Chengzhi was so anxious that he jumped and shouted, "I am the music director of Penghui Films, Ding Chengzhi. Bring me to your leader!"
In this case, even if he shouted like this, his voice wouldn't travel far. The security guard was confused and didn't know what was going on. Ding Chengzhi had mixed feelings. In the end, he suddenly had an idea and punched the security guard.
Then, he was surrounded and kicked by a group of security guards before being taken away …
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Hong Dali was having fun with his classmates, eating the best fruits and snacks, playing with the most expensive and cutest dogs, drinking the most high-end drinks, and having the happiest time.
Just as everyone was chatting and listening to the concert, the stadium's security manager suddenly knocked on the door and came in. He respectfully said, "Young Master Dali, there's a person outside who claims to be the music director of Penghui Films, Mr. Ding Chengzhi. He wants to see you." After saying this, his expression was strange, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't. It was extremely strange.
"Oh, then ask him to come in." Hong Dali looked indifferent. "Did he say why he's looking for me?"
"I'm sorry." The security manager helplessly said, "I'm afraid he won't be able to come and see you. You are the only one who can see him. "
Who was so arrogant! I have to go see him?! Hong Dali decisively waved his hand. "I'm not seeing him!"
"Uh … it's not like that …" The security manager wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. "This Mr. Ding Chengzhi was accidentally injured previously. He's lying on the bed now and can't move. You are the only one who can see him …"
"I see …" Hong Dali mumbled. "Then tell him to wait for me. I'm listening to Sister Nianwei sing now."
"O … alright …" The security manager helplessly left.
Music director of Penghui Films? Hong Dali pouted. "Everyone talks big these days. How serious is his injury? He can't even walk, and I have to see him personally? That's weird … "
Just as he was feeling puzzled, someone knocked on the door again. Hong Dali impatiently said, "Who is it? Do you know that I'm happily squandering right now? Don't disturb me if there's nothing important. Don't you know that I'm very busy?! "
As he spoke, the knocking on the door did not stop. Hong Dali anxiously said, "Xiaoyi, tell him to shut up!"
As soon as Xiaoyi opened the door, a figure rushed in with a walking stick. "You're Young Master Dali, right? I'm the music director of Penghui Films, Ding Chengzhi. This is my name card! I'd like to ask if this Miss Nianwei on stage is … is she an artist under Young Master? "
Hong Dali turned his head to take a look and was instantly amused.
This music director of Penghui Films, Ding Chengzhi, was covered in dirt from head to toe. His face was really bruised and swollen. Not only was his arm bandaged, his leg was also wrapped in a cast. The funniest thing was that he was actually using a walking stick. The surrounding students roared with laughter. Some of them rolled on the floor and did not get up. Hong Dali almost spat out the water in his mouth. "Uncle, did you come to the wrong film set? Why are you dressed like this? "
"It's all to see you. No matter how I shouted for the security guards, they couldn't hear me. In a moment of desperation, I decided to beat them up." Ding Chengzhi found a chair and sat down. "I was beaten up by the security guards. But it's alright. After they dragged me out, I finally had a chance to say a few words. I can finally see you. It's not easy. "
Hong Dali was dumbfounded.
In order to see me, you didn't hesitate to beat up the security guards and get beaten up by them? The security guards are innocent, big brother.
Hong Dali held it in for a while and finally said, "Comrade, it's been hard on you!" The surrounding students once again fell to the floor laughing.
At this time, Ding Chengzhi really couldn't care less about being embarrassed. He pulled Hong Dali's arm and shook it with all his might. He anxiously said, "Young Master Dali, Li Nianwei is the most valuable female singer I've found so far. She's definitely the number one singer in my heart! Our company has recently filmed a movie called 'Wind Pursuer.' Everything is ready now except for the opening song. After listening to Miss Li Nianwei's song today, 'Lightning Pursuit' is practically tailor-made for this movie. Young Master Dali, I would like to ask you if you can sell the copyright of this song? Our company is definitely willing to fork out the money. I can make the decision. As long as Young Master Dali agrees, the license fee of 200,000 yuan will be transferred to your account immediately! "
200,000 yuan for a song was definitely a sky-high price. Take note, this was the license, not the copyright. The license meant that you could use it, but the copyright meant that if the copyright belonged to me, you, as the original author, would not be able to use it in the future.
Hence, the huge difference between the two could be imagined. Even the top singers in this world wouldn't dare to think of a 200,000 yuan license fee for a song.
Alas, just as the surrounding students were all shocked by this matter, Hong Dali drank a mouthful of water and said calmly, "I won't do it."
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