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Although Beavis was angry that Fang Zhao had hung up, he was even more puzzled by what Fang Zhao had said before the call ended. [Love ↑ Go △ Small ↑ Talk → Net w
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"Who is the real composer of those three songs?"
What are the three songs? The real composer? Could it be that Fang Sheng wasn't an original writer?
Beavis wasn't a rookie, so he didn't know much about the newcomers' department. He had only skimmed through the company's newcomers this year. If not for the fact that the higher-ups were trying to poach Silver Wing's talent, he wouldn't have bothered investigating.
But even if he didn't know much about the newcomers' department, he could deduce a few things from Fang Zhao's last sentence.
Beavis sat in his office with a dark expression, thinking for a while. After contacting the newcomers' department, he pulled up all of Fang Sheng's files and read them carefully. The more he read, the darker his expression became.
If he had doubted Fang Zhao's words earlier, now that he had read the files, he believed Fang Zhao's words a little more.
Fang Zhao had graduated from the Qi'an Academy of Music, arguably the best music academy in Yanzhou, while Fang Sheng had graduated from a school in Qi'an that was neither too good nor too bad. This was secondary. Actually, the company didn't necessarily require a newcomer to graduate from a good school. Even if the newcomer was a bottom-feeder and flunky, as long as the newcomer had a particular forte in the musical arts, the company would consider him.
That was to say, setting aside external factors like background and connections, the most important factor was genuine talent.
Fang Sheng had been noticed and signed by the newcomers' department because of the three songs he had submitted.
Although Fang Sheng's files didn't have much to say about him, his grades weren't outstanding, and he didn't have a record of winning awards, the three songs had convinced the newcomers' department to sign Fang Sheng. The three songs might not have been top-notch, but they were slightly better than the average newcomer. One of the three songs had performed well in the new talent contest. The company had wanted to give him a boost, but Fang Sheng hadn't submitted any new material yet.
Beavis called Fang Sheng and Fang Sheng's agent over. His sinister gaze swept over the two of them. Beavis usually wore a smile on his face, but when he pulled a long face, it was a frightening sight.
Fang Sheng's agent, who had been rudely summoned by Beavis, was still a little resentful. Although he was a newcomer, he had managed stars with B-level contracts before and had been with the company longer than Beavis. Beavis's tone when he summoned him was not the least bit harsh. He did not treat him like a senior. But now, looking at Beavis's expression, he knew something was wrong.
"What's up?" Fang Sheng's agent asked. He knew Beavis had looked into Fang Sheng's background, but he didn't know why Beavis had called them up.
Beavis ignored the agent. His dark gaze swept over Fang Sheng like a knife. "I just want to know who the original composer of the three songs you submitted when you joined the company was."
Fang Sheng, who was already nervous, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard this. His back broke out in a cold sweat. The muscles around his mouth twitched, but he didn't know what to say. He didn't make a sound. His fists clenched uneasily. He sensed his agent's suspicious gaze and knew he couldn't hide it. He tried his best to hide the guilty expression on his face and forced a smile. "Did you hear someone say something? Don't believe him. Those three songs were written by me!"
"Oh?" Beavis didn't say anything more. He looked at Fang Sheng's agent. His eyes seemed to say: You can do whatever you want with the person you signed.
The agent stared daggers at Fang Sheng. He managed at least a few dozen people, if not a hundred. He might not be as capable as Beavis, but he had good judgment. The change in Fang Sheng's eyes couldn't escape his notice.
It was panic! Guilt! Cowardice! Lack of confidence!
Once Fang Sheng's agent became suspicious, it made sense of what had happened in the past. The arranger of those three songs had told him in private that Fang Sheng's understanding of the songs was a bit fuzzy and not thorough enough. He had thought Fang Sheng was a newcomer and had some shortcomings. A little more training and guidance would be enough. But after the three songs in the new talent contest, Fang Sheng hadn't been able to come up with anything new. At first, he thought Fang Sheng had run out of inspiration because of those three songs. But now, after so long, Fang Sheng hadn't come up with anything new. That was a big problem.
He might really have stolen them!
He couldn't believe he had signed someone like that. He had heard of similar cases of theft or plagiarism. Some were publicized, some were hidden. The outcome depended on the individual's ability and the company's decision-making. Of course, the safest way was to avoid such people. The bigger the company, the more it cared about its reputation. It would take a lot of manpower and resources to clear its name. But he had never imagined something like this would happen to him.
Since he had signed a contract, even if it was a mistake, he wouldn't publicize it. Doing so would be a slap in the face. At this critical juncture, it might even bring unnecessary trouble to the company.
He had to get rid of Fang Sheng as soon as possible.
In the future, even if Fang Sheng's theft was exposed, they could take care of it in advance and deal with it calmly.
According to the contract, Fang Sheng had signed for three years. During those three years, if Fang Sheng was fired for no reason, the company would compensate him three times his earnings.
It wasn't that he was fired for no reason, but the reason couldn't be disclosed. They had no proof that Fang Sheng had stolen someone else's songs, and Fang Sheng wouldn't admit to it.
Based on the total number of downloads of the three songs, three times that amount was more than 10 million. They weren't willing to pay that amount. Even if Neon Culture didn't care about the money, they weren't willing to waste it on something like this.
So, after a "friendly negotiation," Neon Culture agreed to pay Fang Sheng 1.5 million and Fang Sheng would leave Neon Culture immediately.
The negotiation was handled by Fang Sheng's agent. Beavis didn't say anything, which meant he approved of the arrangement. If Fang Sheng had stolen someone else's songs, it was most likely Fang Zhao's songs. Actually, even if they could confirm Fang Sheng had stolen Fang Zhao's songs, as long as Fang Zhao didn't have a presence and Fang Sheng had potential, they wouldn't have fired him. They might have even covered for him. As businessmen, profit was the most important thing.
But now, Fang Zhao's side was clearly fearless, and Fang Sheng didn't have what they had to protect. Dismissal was a given, and it had to be quick. They had to get rid of Fang Sheng before he became a scapegoat.
If people asked, they would only say that Fang Sheng had a bad character.
The words "bad character" had a deep meaning in the industry. It could be a personality problem, such as not getting along with colleagues, or having a bad temper that affected the people around them. It could also be a style problem, such as stealing, plagiarizing, etc. The former wasn't a problem. As long as you had the ability, your personality wasn't a problem. The latter was a big problem.
There were no absolute secrets in the industry. If you wanted to know, no matter how hard Fang Sheng tried to cover it up, the "bad character" comment on his file was enough to get him rejected by more than half the companies in the industry.
Half an hour later, Fang Sheng was kicked out of Neon Culture's headquarters.
Fang Sheng's expression changed several times as he received all sorts of looks. He didn't linger and left quickly.
He ran to an unnoticed corner and cursed under his breath. His eyes were bloodshot. He didn't know how long it'd been since he'd rested. His complexion was worse than Zu Wen's, who'd played games two nights in a row.
A compensation of 1.5 million. In the past, Fang Sheng would have woken up laughing in his dreams. But after enjoying the limelight and the easy money he'd made from three songs, 1.5 million was nothing to him. But he didn't dare go head-to-head with Neon Culture.
If he'd stayed, he could have made more.
He should have gotten more than that …
After taking a few deep breaths, Fang Sheng glanced at his bracelet and searched for Fang Zhao's number.
If he'd waited a little longer, he'd have been able to buy a song from a music student who hadn't even graduated and was in desperate need of money. Beavis's outburst had ruined all his plans.
How did Beavis know he'd stolen the songs?
Fang Zhao!
As soon as the call went through, bitter resentment flooded Fang Sheng's mind. "Fang Zhao! You're ruthless! You say we're like brothers, but you've been guarding me from behind. Other than those three songs, you've hidden a lot, haven't you? Ha-ha … You're ruthless. You're ruthless! "The veins on Fang Sheng's neck were throbbing.
He yelled for nearly three minutes. His throat was hoarse, but Fang Sheng didn't hear a peep from the other end.
"Are you mute?" Fang Sheng bellowed at the top of his lungs.
Two seconds later.
"Woof woof woof woof woof woof!"
Fang Sheng was greeted by a series of barks. They were real barks, not faked. After the barks came the distinct sound of a dog's breath.
Fang Sheng: "..."
So, he'd been yelling for three minutes to a dog.
Fang Sheng was shaking with rage. The blood in his chest was on the verge of bursting out.
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