The test song has begun.

I have to say that this Demon City Children's Songs Theatre Troupe is really hidden. There are as many as twelve children under the age of 10, and they are all little girls.

The first one to come in to try the song was a little girl about 8 years old. She was only 8 years old, but she was not at all stage frightened. She walked slowly onto the stage, bowed, and spoke with a clear and pleasant voice:

"Hello, teachers, I am Liu Xiaomeng, the song I want to test is "Counting Ducks"."

"A group of ducks swam under the bridge in front of the door."

"Come on, come on, count on, 24678..."

Not only does it sing well, but the sound is crisp and nice. While singing, it also waving hands and counting, which is humorous and childlike, and it is quite typhoon.

Wang Ye couldn't help but lit up.

About an hour passed, and all the 11 young singers finished the exam. Wang Ye sat in the review seat and said nothing throughout the whole process.

This is not what he means, but what Li Yuefen means before sitting on the stage.

"...Haha...Well, Teacher Xiao Wang, what do you think?"

"I think the first one Liu Xiaomeng sang "Counting Ducks" is good, so I can consider it for her."

"There are also good things about "Little Swallow".

"It is most suitable for Yang Baoer to sing "The Lost Hands"."

Wang Ye didn't say anything, but his godmother Li Yuefen took over the conversation and spoke first:

“How do you say the price?”

"Price? Didn't the last "Two Tigers" be given to me for free?"

“Isn’t it free this time?”

Teacher Chu looked at Grandma Lin with a embarrassed expression, and the latter shook his head expressionlessly.

"And, Xiao Li, you know that our theater troupe collects a nursery rhyme for 50 yuan, why do you still have to ask?"

However, after hearing this answer, Li Yuefen laughed faintly.

"Hahaha...50 yuan per song, this is half faster than Kyoto, and it is only 30 yuan per song over there. This is really grand!"

After hearing this unconcealed sarcasm, Grandma Lin couldn't sit still, coughed lightly, and spoke in a little heavy tone.

"Yuefen, what do you mean?"

"You are also from our theater troupe. Don't you know the conditions of our theater troupe?"

"I admit that it's a little less than 50 yuan, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"Our theater troupe's performances are all charity projects, and there is not much money to earn."

"I made a little money and all of them were subsidized for the children's food and drink, as well as the daily maintenance of these musical instruments..."

Grandma Lin talked a lot, but Wang Ye didn't listen much. He was frightened by the two numbers 50 yuan per song and 30 yuan per song throughout the whole process.

The manuscript fee for writing a nursery rhyme is only 30 yuan, 50 yuan per song?

What a ghost to write about this tm nursery rhyme composers?

If you really come to write, it would be a perfunctory thing. With just this little money, who would write with care?

...

Li Yuefen snorted coldly.

"Okay, teacher, don't tell me these words."

"It's okay to say it to outsiders, but there's no need to say it here, right?"

"Yes, our theater troupe's performances are all charity projects. You are right, but are you really not earning money? Which tuition fee for children in our troupe is no less than 30,000 to 50,000 yuan every year?"

"You said that the subsidy for the children is all subsidized. Of course I know, isn't this what it should be? And how much does the children eat and drink every year? Do you think I don't know that the parents of children will receive a lot of living expenses every month?"

"As for daily musical instrument maintenance, if I remember correctly, our group can receive a bunch of donated instruments every year. After Xiaoye's "Two Tigers" is given to you for free, he received a bunch of them, right?"

"The warehouse is piled up, and it's enough to change it every day. In the end, I'm not putting it in the warehouse to eat dust? No, it's impossible to eat dust, because it's not long before, they're sold to 'subsidize' the children, right?"

Grandma Lin's face was covered with frost and she didn't say a word.

"I remember Teacher Luo also argued with you about this before he passed away. Now I still remember what Teacher Luo said."

"Writing a nursery rhyme to the theater troupe is only thirty to fifty."

"Writing songs for TV stations can cost hundreds to tens of thousands of yuan."

"Writing songs for singers and celebrities is at least tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands!"

"It's the same thing that I write songs, the efforts and rewards of children's songs are too bad!"

"It's so bad that no one is willing to write. They either do it perfunctorily or can only generate electricity for love."

"Who can write a good nursery rhyme in the long run?"

"Principal Lin, put it in his heart, and I also know that it is not easy to maintain the theater troupe."

"But continue like this,..."

"Enough! Just say whatever you have, don't beat around the bush by my old woman!"

Li Yuefen paused, showed her teeth on her lips, and nodded with a chuckling.

"Okay, since you said that, teacher, I'll just click it."

"Now it is a market economy, and every song has a market price."

"The market price of any ordinary song is 3,000 to 5,000."

"But if the song is excellent enough to at least ensure the level of low popularity, then the price of 30,000 to 50,000 or even 100,000 is nothing."

"If the composer is still a little famous, it's not a problem to have 300,000 or 500,000."

"Teacher, you see, Xiaoye wrote "Two Tigers", which was very popular for a while, and he also had a bit of the reputation of the Little Prince of Music."

"And he is my student, your disciple. You see, he is famous and guaranteed."

"Although the musical prince wrote children's songs, you have listened to these three children's songs. I dare not say that they will be very popular like "Two Tigers", at least they can ensure a small popularity."

"Look, if a child sings a children's song that guarantees a low popularity and has a little qualification and fame, how much benefit will this be for future development? I believe their parents should understand it, right?"

"So if this price is definitely not low."

"Of course, of course, of course I understand that our theater troupe is short of funds!"

"So, why not just call the children's parents to listen to the songs and let them decide whether to buy them or not."

"In addition, Xiaoye is also my godson and is also your disciple, so all his children's songs are free to be used for charity performances by the theater troupe."

There is something in Li Yuefen's words, although it is free, there is a condition that is limited to charity performances.

"Xiaoye, look, how about it?"

At the end, Li Yuefen did not forget to ask Wang Ye.

She is his teacher and his godmother, but she still cannot forget to give him respect.

Wang Ye was stunned for a moment, looked at Grandma Lin, then nodded to Li Yuefen with a smile.

"Godmom, I'll listen to you."

Li Yuefen turned around and asked Grandma Lin with a smile.

"Then teacher, look..."

Grandma Lin finally understood and realized her "unintentional mistake". She sighed softly at Wang Ye and said:

"Xiaoye, it's the old woman, I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken the initiative without your consent."

As he said that, he had to bow his head and admit his mistake.

Wang Ye can't make Grandma Lin really bow her head. No matter whether she is wrong or not, she is also an elder.
Chapter completed!