Teacher Chu announced the end. Other parents who did not shoot children's songs in the audience were unhappy. They were a little hesitant when writing the price off the audience just now, so the price was lower. At this time, they found that they had not bought a single song, so they suddenly became anxious and started to make a noise.

"Why is it gone? Just three songs? No, I want them too. Money is not a problem. Are there any good nursery rhymes like "Counting Ducks"? I'm willing to pay 40,000!"

"Forty thousand? What's the point of 40,000? I'll pay 50,000!"

"You have money, I will pay 50,000!"

"Teacher Wang Yexiao, you can't leave. Do you have any children's songs? We still have to buy them."

"Yes, Teacher Wang Yexiao, you are the little prince of music. The children's songs you write are so good. There must be other works. I don't want to be very good. If you can have something like "Little Swallow" and "Dropping Handkerchief", I would also like to buy one for 50,000 yuan!"

"Yes, so do I. I also want to buy one, 50,000 a song, or even 60,000!"

"This parent, can you stop raising the price of the song? It's almost 50,000 yuan."

"You, you are Liu Xiaomeng's father, haven't you bought a counting duck? Why are you still fighting with us?"

"What? Can't I buy it again after I have bought it? I have money, I am happy! Teacher Wang Yexiao, I am willing to buy two more songs, one hundred thousand, and one hundred thousand!"

Liu Xiaomeng's father immediately stretched out his two fingers and stroked them.

"Damn! You have money, I will buy two songs of 100,000 yuan, no, 110,000 yuan!"

"I'm 115,000!"

"I'm 120,000!"

"I……"

Seeing that the parents in the stands became louder and louder, the situation was a little out of control, Teacher Chu hurriedly walked towards Li Yuefen and Wang Ye.

"Teacher Li, Teacher Wang Yexiao, look at this..."

Li Yuefen knew that Wang Ye had children's songs, so she winked at him.

Wang Ye smiled calmly, walked onto the stage and said to the parents below:

"Don't worry, parents, if you want to buy children's songs, I still have a lot of them here, but they are not complete. Some of them have not been well written, and some of them have not been edited yet..."

"In this way, everyone will wait for another half a month. I will still have four nursery rhymes. If you are willing to wait, leave me the phone number. I will notify you if you write it."

"Now everyone is separated... Well, parents who bought songs stayed and signed the contract."

Wang Ye said this, and the parents who had not bought the song could only leave the phone number one by one. Then Wang Ye and the parents of Zhou Xiaoyu, Yang Baoer and Liu Xiaomeng signed a contract. In the next two days, Wang Ye used the college instruments to arrange all the three children's songs. How to sing it later, naturally, Teacher Chu will train them.

The singing and training of children's songs is not a problem. A week later, Wang Ye had seen these three songs on the official website of the Magic City Children's Songs Theater Troupe. At the same time, he saw three of the songs in the three famous domestic music charging platforms Xiong Xiong Music, Cool Cat Music, and Net Cloud Music. Another week later, the number of listening and subscriptions of these three new children's songs soared to more than three million, and he was ahead of the children's song rankings and directly occupied the top three!

On the evening of that day, Wang Ye saw the pop-up window and his name appeared again!

[The latest three children's songs by the little music prince Wang Ye, the top three children's songs on the list!]

"Sure enough, it's right to let the nursery rhyme fly for a while."

He picked up his phone, edited the information, and chose to send a group!

"On Saturday morning, the second nursery rhyme and canteen started the old place. There are four songs this time. Parents are kindly pleased to appreciate the faces - the little prince of music, Wang Ye."

In the musical instrument room, in the evening, Li Yuefen sat in front of the piano again. His daughter Zhang Min also had a rare rest today. She sat aside like a good baby, listening to Li Yuefen's trial talks and singing Wang Ye's four new nursery rhymes.

After listening, Zhang Min flashed her big eyes and came to Wang Ye.

"What are you doing, Sister Min? It's so scary to me when I look at it."

"I'm watching genius."

"How do you think you have a brain? You can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a month when writing a book. If you write a song and write a child's song, you can sell for 20,000 or 30,000?"

"Thank you for your praise, but that's nothing, and sister Min, can you get a little behind? I'm not used to people getting so close."

"Hmph, stinky brother! No matter how talented you are, you are still a stinky brother! I'm leaving..."

"Oh, why are you hitting me! Look at me, godmom."

After saying that, Zhang Min somehow beat Wang Ye angrily, shook her hand and turned around and left the instrument room.

"Godmom, what's wrong with Sister Min? Is the menstrual period here?"

Li Yuefen sighed lightly and shook her head and said:

"She is right. You are indeed a stinky brother. Xiao Min is jealous of you, but you seem to be nothing. It would be strange if she doesn't get angry."

After saying that, Li Yuefen left the piano and reached out to gently press Wang Ye's head with a little force.

"You... haven't grown up, don't guess the girl's thoughts."

"Ah!~ If you don't guess, don't guess. Why do you hit me in the head? What should I do if I'm stupid?"

Wang Ye rubbed his scalp in pain. His godmother really used his strength to hit him, and it hurt so much.

"Tomorrow's children's songs and sales, you can go by yourself. My godmother won't accompany you if you have something to do. You are an adult at the age of 18. You can't have your godmother accompany you in everything, right?"

"Of course, don't worry, my godmother, I can do it alone."

"Well, that's good, you... Xiao Min... Forget it, wait for two more years before talking about it."

After Li Yuefen said that, she shook her head and left.

After she left, Wang Ye put down his hand that was rubbing his head and touched his chin with one hand.

The simplicity and innocence that were pretending to be in the eyes quickly disappeared.

He muttered to himself softly, his pupils flashed with memories of his past lives, and the memories of the scenes that flashed through the past.

Since my literary talent has become more and more powerful, I have experienced it again with the buried past experiences.

The emotions and emotions at that time did not disappear with the changes of time and even the world, but instead became thicker, as if the fermented wine became more and more intense.

"It's not that I don't understand... it's not that I can't guess, I just..."

"It's just... I'm afraid it's just a self-indulgent..."

"A straight man is dead, I don't know exactly what love is...

...

In the old place, the Magic City Children's Drama Academy, there were no less than 30 luxury cars parked near the gate. Parents in suits and ties and dressed in either wealth or noble clothes walked towards the academy.

Since the music prince’s three children’s songs “Little Swallow”, “Dropping Handkerchief” and “Counting Ducks” proved themselves again on three online music website platforms, all parents know that the opportunity to provide insurance for their children is here!

If Wang Ye hadn't said it, his children's songs were only suitable for children under the age of ten, and the number of parents coming here today would be at least ten times more.
Chapter completed!