Han Jia's quiet singing rang out.

"I came from the mountains

Bring orchid grass

Planted in a small garden

Hope the flowers bloom early

...

Regrets every day and never forgets each other

...

The flowers in the garden add a lot of fragrance”

...

Slap sex... Slap sex...

After singing, Wang Ye and Zhang Min gently applauded at the same time.

With the right to touch the level of the queen of the song, Han Jia sang all the requirements of Wang Ye in this song "Orchid and Grass".

Five points of quietness, three points of resentment, one point of indifferentness, and the last point of relief.

Perfect fan-shaped emotional rendering.

"Okay, OK, OK..."

In this way, this classic folk song from my previous life has not been insulted.

Then, now there is only one last question left.

"There is no problem, at least there is no problem here. All that is left is Ms. Han, you need to slowly experience polishing in the recording studio..."

After getting Wang Ye's approval, Han Jia solemnly bowed to Wang Ye slightly. She took out a check sheet from her bag and filled in a string of numbers without hesitation.

Wang Ye picked up the check, looked at the word count on it, frowned slightly, smiled, shook his head and handed it back.

Han Jia was panicked.

"Teacher Wang Ye, you... I only have 500,000 yuan, and this is everything I can take out..."

Wang Ye smiled and raised his head and waved.

"No, I'm not saying that 500,000 is less, but that's too much."

"I'm also considered an insider. I know that the market price of songs in the pop music industry is almost the ceiling of 300,000."

"What's more, what you wanted to ask for at the beginning was a pop song, while "Orchid Grass" was a folk song."

“The price of folk songs is not as valuable as popular songs.”

"No, no, Teacher Wang Ye, don't say that, I'm very satisfied with "Orchid Grass", no, very satisfied."

"No, I just debuted and am a newcomer in the composition industry. You can't break the rules. The first work I debuted requires 500,000 yuan. This is spread, but it will be scolded by my predecessors."

"So, I only charge 200,000."

"Ah...this..."

"Let me do this. If Ms. Han really feels sorry, give me a 10% share."

"Oh." Han Jia then took back the check of 500,000 and rewritten a check of 200,000.

"Okay, then wait and get back... Sister Min, please help me print two music copyright contracts downstairs, remember to add 10% of the share."

"You will call me." Zhang Min muttered like this and went downstairs to print the contract.

Twenty minutes later, after signing the contract, Wang Ye put the check and contract, and personally sent Han Jia and Han Guoer downstairs.

After returning, Zhang Min laughed and pointed at Wang Yedao.

"Wang Ye, you are so bad. What does it mean to charge 500,000 yuan to break the rules, so is it not bad rules if you want to share 10% of the achievement?"

"I've heard my mom say that only top composers in the music industry are eligible to share the share, and most of them are 5% to 8%.

"The top level of the more than ten people are only 12% at most... As for you, you just need 10%!"

"Only newcomers and young singers who have not debuted are willing to sign like this."

"Who do you think of Han Jia? It's not easy to bully others like this, orphans and widows, and you're really too much..."

Wang Ye lay lazily back on the sofa and laughed:

"What am I doing as her?"

"No matter how she is, she is just an outdated female singer now."

"I am willing to sing her, it is her fortune."

"As for bullying others... Sister Min, do you know how godmother evaluates Han Jia?"

"Uh...what my mom said?"

"Godmother said... Forget it, you don't have to listen to these things. Anyway, as long as you know that Han Jia is not as simple as it seems, you can just take it for yourself after all these years of anger."

"And her daughter Han Guoer...oh, forget it, I won't gossip about other people's family affairs."

Zhang Min had low experience and didn't see anything, but Wang Ye saw the clues.

Han Guoer sat obediently on the sofa from beginning to end, and Wang Ye saw a clue here.

A mother who truly loves her daughter will not raise her daughter so well-behavedly.

The well-behaved Wang Ye felt a little distressed when he saw it.

A ten-year-old girl, as old as a flower bud.

The little princess should have been chattering and laughing.

Just because of a word from my mother, I sat motionless on the sofa, looking at myself with a pair of eyes that Wang Ye was hard to describe, and was well-behaved, like an obedient porcelain doll, sitting there quietly without moving, only that look, revealing a little inspiration.

If Wang Ye hadn't looked carefully in secret and saw that Han Guoer's body was in good shape and there was no sign of abuse, he would have wanted Zhang Min to pull Han Guoer into the house for examination, and call the police immediately if he had any injuries.

Forget it, maybe he was thinking too much, maybe it was because of the 'stern mother's setting that she wanted her daughter to become a phoenix'.

"Is that so? Han Jia has a bad reputation for my mother, right?"

"I often hear my mother talk about some things in the music circle in the music circle. Although it is much cleaner than the film and television industry, there are also many dark things,"

"It's better to the literary world. The darkest thing is just plagiarism and plagiarism. Compared with these, the literary world is really too clean."

"Haha... the authors of the street don't think so. They think that swiping the rankings and data is the most disgusting and unforgivable sin."

...

Han Jia took Han Guoer to the parking space excitedly, breathing rapidly, until she got into the car and closed the door. Han Jia then breathed a sigh of relief and put down the song score and copyright transfer contract that she regarded as treasures in her hand.

She took out the cigarette again, it was a pack of Huazi. How could she not bring a Huazi to help her liven up at this time?

Ding ~

The cigarette was already in his mouth, the lighter had fired, and was about to get to the cigarette butt.

Han Guoer's voice came from the secondary seat.

"Mom, are you not going to record as soon as possible?"

Han Jia's hand holding the lighter stopped.

"Mom, if you sing "Orchid Grass" well, you will definitely become popular, but if you still don't quit smoking..."

Han Jia silently put away the lighter, put away the cigarette, slowly rolled open the window, his face full of reluctance and hesitation. Finally, he firmly decided and threw the lighter and most of Bao Huazi out of the window.

Her face was filled with a smile, her upper body leaned against Han Guoer's face, and gently kissed her forehead.

"Little Guoer, mom listens to you."

"Let's go! Go to the recording studio today!"

Han Jia took out her cell phone, searched for the phone book record, and finally fixed her finger on a note name.

——Dog licking in the recording studio No. 4.

Ten years have passed, and there are only 4 dog licking numbers in Han Jia's mobile phone.

According to the ranking system, the worst conditions for No. 4 are the last choice, but this No. 4 is particularly important at this time because he opened a recording studio.

She had a headache. She couldn't remember the name of this No. 4 licking dog. She only remembers that he sends roses every Valentine's Day. What is the name on the postcard in the rose?
Chapter completed!