"Hu Weili." The middle-aged man with glasses seemed a little nervous, and he respectfully said his name.

After hearing this name, Jester immediately said, remembering who this person was here. He had indeed heard of this person, but he had never seen the other person's photos, so he didn't remember it for a while.

This professor at the Conservatory of Music, which is still not famous, studied under the first generation of music masters in the Republic and the first president of the Alto. After he arrived in Hong Kong, he worked for TVB TV. During his years at the TVB TV station, he almost completed all TV music alone. At that time, TVB filmed less than 400 episodes a year, and he wrote more than 300 episodes of music alone. He entered the studio from 8 am to 2 pm every day, and was busy at night, regardless of wind and rain. He could play various styles of music at will. Not only that, he also wrote songs for many singers, and even hundreds of movie soundtracks, leaving countless classics.

It can even be said without hesitation that he is the best composer in Hong Kong after Gu Jiahui, no one.

Of course, Jester must not be able to say that he has long been revered. After all, it is impossible for him to know this person, so he just nodded quietly and said with a smile: "Can you please let Professor Hu go back and bring a few songs he wrote? The difficulty and styles are different. I will see if it is suitable. If it is appropriate, I will not be rewarded less."

Hearing this, Hu Weili's thin face instantly showed a hint of joy.

"That's so thankful." The official of the Ministry of Culture was obviously Hu Weili's friend. When he saw that Hu Weili was not very good at doing anything, he pulled his friend, stood up, and thanked Jester repeatedly.

Jester also stood up. He still had some thoughts about Hu Weili, the big Buddha, so naturally he could not leave a bad impression in front of the other party. So he also stood up, looked like a polite and polite person, waved his hand and smiled, "No need to thank you, you have to thank you for anything, just take what you need." As he said, Jester looked at Hu Weili who was standing aside, and he said with a smile, "Just wait for a while, Professor Hu came here himself. I'll wait here, but it's better to be quicker. I plan to go to the south, and I might leave the capital tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Mr. Li, after I go back, I will find the best songs I have written in these years for you to see. As for the price, just look at it!" Hu Weili gritted his teeth and said.

After lunch, Jester originally wanted to have a lunch break, but when he was about to go to bed, a waiter came to inform him, and the professor named Hu who had been here in the morning came to visit him again.

Jester had notified the waiter before, so now Hu Weili is waiting in the reception room in the morning.

As soon as he entered the reception room, Jester saw Hu Weili sitting upright on the sofa. On one side of his body, there was a black leather bag that was common in this era. The leather bag was bulging and obviously contained a lot of things.

Seeing Jester come in, Hu Weili stood up immediately and shouted respectfully.

"Mr. Li."

Jester smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Sit down, don't be so polite. I'm thirty years younger than you. If you're so polite, what should I do?"

Sitting face to face with Hu Weili, Jester could see that Hu Weili was still a little restrained. His eyes were unchanged, as if he wanted to say something, but Jester did not take the initiative to speak, and he was afraid to speak.

Faced with this situation, Jester just smiled and pointed at the black leather bag beside Hu Weili, and spoke actively.

"All your songs are here?"

"Ah, ah... Yes, yes, I carefully selected them all." Hearing Jester's question, Hu Weili seemed to be frightened, and then whined twice before coming to his senses. He nodded repeatedly and kept saying yes.

"Haha." Jester smiled. He pointed to Longjing, the rain-sized one on the table, and said, "Professor Hu has a cup of tea first. Don't be so nervous. I'll take a look at your song first, and then we'll talk carefully. What do you think."

"Okay." Hu Weili picked up the teacup and nodded nervously.

In fact, Jester knew nothing about the song at all. Needless to mention the staple score, he couldn't even understand the simple score. He only knew the seven scales of 1234567. He could still know one or two of these seven scales when they were separated, but he couldn't understand them after they were connected.

The whole bag of paper, which Hu Weili brought this time, was a thick bag of hundreds of pages of manuscript paper, and he didn't even recognize the symbols, but this did not prevent him from looking through page by page. He even nodded while looking, as if he showed an admiration.

Hu Weili also looked at Jester's expression nervously. He was a little restless. He didn't know if the scores he wrote could be noticed by the other party.

Although he didn't believe how high the musical attainment of the other party was at a age of less than 20 years old, even if the other party was a genius, he didn't believe that the other party could find any loopholes in the songs he had carefully crafted for more than 20 years. But after all, he heard from his friends who worked in the Ministry of Culture that this rich man from the United States was worth a lot of money, but he only invested in China for several hundred million yuan.

Hu Weili didn't know whether these things were true or not, but he knew that the other party was definitely not small because he could live in the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse.

A few years ago, when Diaoyutai was listed for business, he also read the news that the cheapest room was as high as a few hundred dollars a day, and the most expensive one was as high as a few thousand dollars. He, a full professor of Zhongyin, only had a monthly salary of only a few dozen dollars.

A world of difference.

Thinking of this, he sighed.

At school, he also heard many colleagues going into the business. It is said that they just went to the south to bring some electronic products back to the north, and they could make hundreds of dollars at a time. His wife also told him many times that he would go into the business, but he still couldn't make up this decision.

He really likes music.

When he went to class with Mr. Ma Sicong, Mr. Ma just listened to him playing the violin, and then asked about his situation, he decided to accept him as his disciple without paying any money. This lasted for three years, until Mr. Ma went to the United States before. From then on, he had a high respect for music, a kind of inheritance he received from Mr. Ma.

More than half an hour later, Jester put down most of the manuscript paper that he had not read before.

This also made Hu Weili nervous. He thought the other party didn't like his work, but he didn't expect that Jester's eyes were full of admiration. Hu Weili could clearly see from the other party's eyes that the other party's unconcealed appreciation of him.

"Professor Hu, I don't want to talk to you about your music now. I just want to ask you, what is your monthly salary in China now?" Jester looked at Hu Weili, who was a little nervous, and asked with a smile.

Li...Mr. Li, you are..." Jaster's question made Hu Weili a little puzzled. He didn't know what the other party suddenly asked about his salary, and he immediately stuttered.

"hehe."

Jester smiled softly: "Professor Hu, I have only read a little of your manuscripts. Although my music level is not high, my appreciation level is still a little bit. It is really excellent. I will give you a brief explanation. With just your bag of music, I can directly give you a price of 100 times your current salary."

Hu Weili was surprised. His mouth opened and he did not close. He stretched out four fingers in disbelief and trembled with a trembling voice: "Four...four thousand dollars!"

Jace nodded, then he shook his head again, and then he said in a very serious tone: "This is just the money you can get. I'm afraid that if you give it too much, you won't get the money."

Hu Weili wanted to speak after hearing Jester's words, but after thinking for a while, he sighed. The other party said it well. If he gave him too much money, the money would probably not belong to him.

"So I want to ask you, are you interested in going to the United States to work for me? Do the music work and give the game music." Jester said a very plain taste like a thunderclap in Hu Weili's ears.

"Go...go to the United States?"

Hu Weili was still a little dull. He was a little overwhelmed. Didn’t he say he wanted to buy his song? Why did he want him to go to the United States?

After Jester finished speaking, he just waited quietly for the other party's answer.

However, after Hu Weili came to his senses, he was obviously hesitant. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it out.

Jester remembers that Hu Weili would go to Hong Kong in two years and eventually immigrated to Canada. Logically speaking, he would not reject his proposal. After all, the United States is now more attractive than the mainland, especially those intellectuals who are not proud of their talents and are forced to go into the sea to sell tea eggs.

Although I don’t want to admit that in this era, in the eyes of many people, even the vast majority of people, the moon abroad is rounder than that in China.

Although Jester scoffed at this, it did not prevent him from taking advantage of this.

Maybe the other party hasn't really made up his mind yet, so Jester decided to add another fire to him.

So, Jester continued.

"Professor Hu, to be honest, how much time do you have to do the job you like here? Let me calculate it for you. Maybe you only have 10% of your time to create music, and the other 90% of your time, you have to deal with political studies and personnel disputes, and you have to open up the path and joints to fight for a little work. When you arrive in the United States, I can guarantee you that you will spend 90% of your time doing the job you like, writing music, giving game music, and even giving movie music. I can promise you all these."

Jester looked at Hu Weili with a sincere tone, "I can assure you that when you go to the United States, the basic salary I give you will definitely not be less than 5,000 US dollars per month."

When Hu Weili heard Jester's words, his hands trembled involuntarily, his eyes even burst into tears, and his tone was choked.

"Mr. Li, no need to say anything more, I'll go to the United States with you."

Hearing the other party's reply, Jester breathed a sigh of relief. He finally got a real master of god-level soundtrack for his game company. As for the issue of his rhythm game library, it was nothing special in front of Hu Weili, a high-yield master.

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