That night, a heavy rain came over the city in the middle of the night.

There are a lot of strong winds, heavy rains, and thunder and lightning, which are very rare in this season.

The hotel Shangguan Mintao arranged for Gao Mu to stay in was called Bense. It was a three-star hotel owned by the Women's Bense Group and had not been officially open to the public for a long time.

Software, hardware, and all aspects of conditions are among the best in Yiwu.

The last time I stayed in her room and slept on her bed, it was an accident. If I was prepared this time, the same thing would not happen again.

This night, there were no young ladies knocking on the door, no professionals slipping cards under the door, and no harassing phone calls from beauty salons.

Gao Mu was very busy in the first half of the night, busy using his brain, digging into his memory, thinking about things, and writing.

In the second half of the night, accompanied by violent storms, lightning and thunder, I seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning come and go quickly.

After half a night of raging, the earth welcomed the first ray of sunshine in the early morning, and the washed city looked particularly fresh and bright under the sunlight.

Boom, boom, boom!

"coming."

There was a knock on the door, and Gao Mu answered and opened the door, waiting for the knock for a long time.

"That's right, I didn't sleep in." Shangguan Mintao looked at the neatly dressed Gao Mu and nodded with satisfaction: "Have you had breakfast?"

"After eating, everything is ready, just waiting to go home."

Gao Mu ruffled his short hair, picked up an envelope from the bedside table, and handed it over.

"What?"

"Lyrics I wrote last night."

"Lyrics? So many?" The thickness of the envelope is not thin, and it doesn't look like it can be achieved by just one song. Thinking of what Gao Mu said to her last night, Shangguan Mintao asked in surprise: "You also wrote other ones?"

,how many?"

"See for yourself."

Gao Mu raised the corner of his mouth, and after half a battle online, he almost wrote out all the lyrics of the song that he could recite completely in his stomach.

As for the melody, there are only simple musical notations, and the basic tune is still there. As for the other flesh and soul, let the professionals fill it in.

There is a basic structure of songs and simplified scores, and he believes that the final song will not deviate much from it.

As long as the soul of the song is still there, it will still be a good song, that's enough.

He likes to listen to these songs, and sometimes he can hear sympathy and resonance, but he is not devoted to these songs. His purpose is just to make money.

Very vulgar!

"So many, one, two, three... thirteen, there are actually thirteen songs!"

Shangguan Mintao flipped through each song one by one without even having time to read the content. The primary purpose was to find out the quantity first.

"Well, are there that many? Well, it's okay, it's okay!"

Gao Mu waved his hands, with a very pretentious look on his face.

"Honestly, where did all this come from?"

No matter how capable Gao Mu is, no matter how high she thinks highly of Gao Mu, she still won't believe him.

Gao Mu can write so many songs in one night.

On the way back to the hotel last night, Gao Mu asked her about some good songs and wanted her help in contacting her music agent friends in Hong Kong.

Sell ​​it for a good price!

The few songs she thought were only one or two, plus "Tavern" that Gao Mu gave him and "Unknown" that had been sold for money, there were only three or four songs in total.

It was surprising, but not an acceptance that surprised her.

Little did she know, these so-called few songs were actually more than a dozen, and she couldn't stay calm even if she was calm.

"Oh, okay, I'll tell you the truth." Gao Mu also knew that he couldn't keep uptight, so he was ready to relax a little: "These dozen songs were written by my classmates and I in the past few years, so-so. But they are all

It’s our hard work, I’ve discussed it with him, it’s just going to grow hair if we leave it alone, it’s better to sell it for money.”

"Awesome, how did you two high school students write these songs?"

Shangguan Mintao said this, turning his hands over, looking at it, and humming in his nasal voice.

Judging from her former singer's standards, none of the dozen or so songs Gao Mu produced were simple, and all were of high quality.

However, the dozen or so songs not only have different styles, but also contain completely different emotions.

She really couldn't believe that these were the work of two high school students?

incredible!

"Reading books, listening to songs, sometimes when I see something, I will get some inspiration inexplicably, so I came up with the song of Western Zhejiang. However, I only play an auxiliary role among the seven. The real great one is my brother, his biggest

My dream is to form my own band. I am really capable."

"Like this?"

With a slight sigh, Shangguan Mintao refolded the dozen pages of paper in his hand and stuffed them back into the envelope.

Thinking back to those days, if she had such high-quality songs, why would her life be like this? It should be a completely different path, right?

Not so many, just one or two songs, and her singing career will not come to an abrupt end.

A good song lasts a lifetime, which is also a good life.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in life, and it is impossible to come back again in life.

Even if she has more than a dozen good songs in her hand now, it won't change her life. She has already seen the end.

"What else can I do? Next time I have a chance, I will introduce you to him, and you will know his talent."

"Yeah, let it go."

Shangguan Mintao did not continue to struggle. The song was in her hands. It was useless to struggle with it. Gao Mu and others did not write it. Could it be that it was stolen?

If you want to steal, you must have a place and a target!

But looking at the entire Chinese music circle, she really couldn't imagine who or which music company could have so many good songs?

Isn't it unhealthy to hide these songs and not use them, not to release them quickly, and to take advantage of the opportunity to make money by selling songs?

So, she didn't want to believe it, but she had to admit that these songs were

It was created by Gao Mu and two others.

"By the way, are you really going to sell all these songs?"

"Yes, if anyone wants it, sell them all. We are still students after all, and these songs will only grow hair on us for the time being. We might as well exchange some money and fuel to improve our lives."

Gao Mu opened his eyes, the standard pattern of opening his eyes when he saw money.

"Improve your life, your improvement is a bit big?" Shangguan Mintao said with a smile: "Then tell me, what is the price you want, and are there any special requirements?"

Now that Gao Mu has decided, there is no problem for her to help pull the strings. She has this way.

"There are no special requirements, as long as the price is similar to "Unknown"."

Gao Mu was already very satisfied with more than 20,000 yuan per song. The current 20,000 yuan could be regarded as 20,000 yuan in real money and was very valuable.

After picking up more than 200,000 yuan for nothing, how could he have any unnecessary thoughts?

"The price is not a big problem. It's just that if you release more than a dozen songs at once, it will still be a big disadvantage for you. Have you ever thought about selling slowly? This will give you a lot of room for maneuver. The total amount will be at least

It can be more than 30%."

Thirty percent, which is at least 50,000 to 60,000 yuan. As long as you give her time and operate it properly, you can even get more benefits.

"No, just package it up and sell it. There's no big problem with the discount at all."

Gao Mu refused without hesitation. Not only did he not want to make more money, he even took a step back to get a package discount.

This line of thinking really surprised Shangguan Mintao and made it difficult to understand.

Gao Mu doesn’t want to make money?

Doesn't he want to earn more?

of course not!

It's just that he and Shangguan Mintao have different ideas, or he doesn't value the extra 30% space profit.

He is short of money, but he is not short of ways to make money. As long as he has capital and principal in his hands, he has countless ways to make more money in a short period of time.

He really didn't care about 30% of the space. With a base of several hundred thousand, he had no problem doubling it in a short time.

"Okay! Give me an account number, and I'll call you after I've processed it."

Shangguan Mintao stretched out a hand, palm upward.

"oh……"

It was only then that Gao Mu realized that he had always come and gone in cash, and he had never gone to the bank to apply for a passbook or a bank account until now.

"No, then tell me after you finish it. Aren't you known as the sales king? How come you have been in business for such a long time and don't even have a bank account? This is not possible."

Shangguan Mintao joked.

"Well, it was an oversight. I'll handle it right away when I get back this time. I'll let you know when it's done. Which bank is more convenient?"

"You can go to any of the four major banks. It depends on what you like. I'm convenient for you."

"OK!"
Chapter completed!