Qin Guan's next words interrupted He Ming's thoughts.
"What will you do if you win an award?"
"I plan to return to China after my contract with IMG Music Company expires."
"Even if I win an award?"
"I'll go back regardless of whether I win an award or not. My family is getting old, and China is my hometown after all."
"No matter how much applause I get here, I don't feel at ease."
"If you don't know where you want to go, will you consider my firm?"
Lang Lang looked at the silver business card in Qin Guan's pocket. He was even more excited than if he had been sponsored by Qin Guan. "Really?"
"Really, don't worry. Call me when you return."
Is he going to sign me away?
When the party was over, the people with many dreams left with satisfaction. He Ming, who was driving to the residential area of Changdao, raised his question in a chat.
'In today's pop music era, are you going to sign a pianist?'
'Look at Lang Lang, which part of him looks like a traditional pianist? Every cell in his body is clamoring for fame, and they all exude an aura of wanting to be famous.'
Also, the underground band members that my firm has signed are not having a good time right now.
"China's piracy industry has completely destroyed the music industry. The sales of those records can be described as terrible."
"The music industry can't make money. Even if I provide all kinds of conveniences and good works, it's useless."
"Nowadays, the Internet in China is in a disorderly state. The more popular a song is, the more losses it will cause."
"It's all shared among friends. Listening to songs without spending a dime is a dead end. That's what people in the circle say."
"Is it that serious?" Even He Ming, who wasn't in the circle, was worried.
The consumption concept in Europe and the United States was completely different from that in China. In the traditional recording industry, there were many nostalgic fans who listened to songs in the traditional way.
Due to the strict supervision and high fines on the Internet, there were very few cases of illegal downloading.
Chinese people already had the concept of buying legal tickets to support movie stars. But in the music industry, the idea of supporting a song that they listened to on the way to and from work had become a lot more indifferent in their minds.
"It will get better in the future. The concept of Chinese people needs guidance and sound legal norms. In fact, Chinese people are the most unruly group of people."
"The country hasn't set the rules properly from the beginning. How can this be blamed on human greed and luck?"
"There's no rush."
"Yes, you can't rush it, but what does this have to do with you signing Lang Lang?"
'Since we can't make money in the traditional recording industry, why don't we think about it and turn to the road of commercial performance? '
"But don't you have a good band?"
"The group of guys led by Gao Xiaosong who scratches their feet every day? You want these men, who aren't even as famous as second or third-tier female stars, to run around for a day just to earn a stingy ten thousand yuan? "
"They can't afford to lose face, but they're ruining the reputation of my firm."
"I make tens of thousands of dollars every minute. Do you know how much it costs to walk on the runway?"
"How much?"
"Twenty thousand dollars."
That's a blow to my confidence. The net profit of my firm last month was less than the cost of walking on the runway.
"Lang Lang is different. If he wins a foreign Grammy, his net worth will at least double. "
"Plus, he has all kinds of gimmicks. He is the top pianist of the young generation abroad, has an excellent background in music education, and has studied under many top teachers in the domestic music industry."
"All these can make his commercial performances worth more than a million yuan, of course."
'When the time comes, my firm will package the group of singers together and let them increase their value along with the elegance.'
"It's a good deal to turn a loss-making project into a profit."
It seemed that he could dig out more value from Lang Lang. However, He Ming, who wasn't in the entertainment industry, didn't ask in detail after knowing that this deal wasn't a loss.
Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia It was late at night, and the yellow lamps illuminated the house.
'Then I'll leave the car with your assistant. Before your new car arrives, you can use this car for the time being.'
"My pleasure!"
"Come on! Stop joking, see you tomorrow. '
See you tomorrow.
He returned to his home in the United States. The strange atmosphere reminded him that he was in the United States without Cong Nianwei.
The villa, which had been gone for many years and was only cleaned regularly by hired workers, was still as clean as new, but it had lost some of its liveliness.
The warm table lamp was turned on, and the thin quilt was soft, but the person lying in it did not feel the corresponding warmth.
There was a stack of documents and a photo of Cong Nianwei on top of them.
In the photo, she had a rare happy smile, as if she was quietly greeting the man who was sound asleep outside the photo.
...
Ring... Ring...
"Hello?"
"What time did you answer the phone? If you were any later, I would have called the police."
"Sorry, where are you?" Qin Guan looked at his wristwatch. He had overslept.
"I'm in front of your house."
"Sorry, I'm on my way."
Qin Guan got out of bed and opened the door for his agent.
With breakfast in one hand and a big bag in the other, the girl entered the room with her makeup artist and assistant.
"Don't worry, we still have time."
"We have a private meeting with Zhang Yimou and Zhang Weiping in the morning. We can take our time to prepare."
"As long as we don't be late for the Walk of Fame ceremony in the afternoon."
Lying on the tilted sofa, Qin Guan listened to Wang's arrangements for the day and enjoyed a massage from the makeup artist.
The aroma of breakfast, the fragrance of bath products, and the presence of many living people made this slightly large villa full of vitality in an instant.
Qin Guan let out a long sigh of relief. Yes, this is more like it.
No matter how strong a person is, he would still feel lonely for a moment.
However, the reality didn't allow him to be sad. He tried on the suits one by one until the final confirmation. Everyone around him was busy, and he couldn't give them more trouble, could he?
He had to warm his stomach first.
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