24: Chapter 24 Ziqi Invites a Song

"Hello everyone, hello everyone." Zi Qi greeted everyone with a smile.

Everyone sat down together.

Zi Qi was wearing leather pants, an off-the-shoulder camisole, and high heels.

Her long, curly blonde hair exuded a sense of fashion.

She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but her figure was absolutely stunning.

After her initial happiness, Zhang Ying asked, "Zi Qi, is there something you need to see me about today?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to the company."

Zi Qi was straightforward and stated her purpose.

"I'd like to ask you to introduce me to Young Master Ping. I want to ask him for a song. I've sung many songs over the years, but most of them are popular songs with unpopular singers."

"I hope the songs he writes can make me popular too."

"I've listened to your 'later' countless times; it's so good, but it makes me cry a lot."

"And 'the only one' he wrote is also a classic among classics."

Zi Qi looked full of anticipation, as if she had already received the song written by Young Master Ping.

Zhang Ying tilted her head, covered her mouth, and chuckled, "Voila! The Young Master Ping you're looking for is him."

Zi Qi immediately stood up from her seat, walked over to Chen Shaoping, and bowed, saying, "Young Master Ping, please write a song for me! Can you?"

Her attitude was extremely sincere.

Chen Shaoping quickly stood up, not because he felt it was impolite to sit.

It was because Zi Qi was very tall; she was probably around 175 cm herself, and now wearing high heels, she must have been about 180 cm.

Standing in front of him, she exuded a sense of oppression.

"Miss Zi Qi, I am also a member of Tongxing Entertainment Company now. Whether I write a song for you or not is not up to me; you have to ask her."

"She is the person in charge of our company now."

Chen Shaoping pointed at Li Qian.

"Why don't you two talk first?"

Zi Qi looked at Li Qian again, "Miss Li, you see..."

Li Qian smiled and said unhurriedly, "Miss Zi, there's no rush for the song."

"As far as I know, although Miss Zi is in a lawsuit with her old agency, she is already considered a free agent, right?"

"I wonder if you've found a new company. If not, you could consider our company."

Li Qian revealed her capitalist nature, mixing two things in the conversation to see if she could get Zi Qi on board.

"Miss Li, but I really don't want to join a company anymore."

"Once the matter with Huanyin Music (her old agency) is settled, I will either become a freelance musician or set up my own studio."

Zi Qi wanted songs but didn't want to join any company, even if it was her good sister's company.

Once bitten by a snake, one fears the rope for ten years.

Her dispute with her old agency meant that many of the songs she had sung previously could not be performed currently.

Whether she could sing them in the future would depend on the court's judgment.

Although Li Qian was somewhat disappointed, she still smiled and said, "Miss Zi, you don't have to rush to reply. Our contract terms are very flexible; you can take a look and consider it first."

"Writing songs also takes time. You can reply when we give you the song in three days."

"However, if you don't join our company, the cost of the song will be very expensive."

"To be honest, yesterday we just gave Jiaxing Media a song and charged them 4 million."

Finally, Li Qian asked Chen Shaoping if he could write the song in three days.

Chen Shaoping inwardly grumbled: You've already boasted about it, and now you're asking me? What's the point?

Zi Qi gasped. She had expected it to be expensive, but not this expensive.

If it really didn't work out, she would give up. She was already having second thoughts.

She couldn't put herself in danger again just for one song.

"Okay, let's talk again in three days."

Zhang Ying had wanted to persuade her sister Zi Qi, but she didn't know what the future of Tongxing Entertainment would be like.

So she kept quiet.

"Miss Zi, please wait." Li Qian called out to Zi Qi, who was about to leave, and then continued, "Next, our company's focus is to create an album for Sister Ying."

"We want her to use this album to directly ascend to the throne of a Heavenly Queen. If you have time, you can come to the company more often and offer suggestions."

Zi Qi left, but her final expression, a mix of shock and excitement, was still caught by Li Qian's eyes.

On the other side.

In the artist office of Tiantian Media Film and Television Company.

Xu Kun looked at the song rankings on General Music Network, violently waved his hand, and the water cup fell on the table, spilling tea everywhere.

The cup rolled from the table to the floor, shattering into several pieces with a clang.

Tea leaves and tea water splattered on the ground.

"Why, tell me why?"

"Why is 'the only one' so close to my 'Just an Accident'?"

From the beginning, Xu Kun had never paid attention to 'the only one'; his only opponent had always been Qu Yang.

Could a newcomer, an unknown lyricist and composer, really turn the world upside down?

Unexpectedly, it really was about to turn the world upside down.

It had already surpassed Qu Yang's 'Flower', which was in second place. If no measures were taken, it was only a matter of time before it was completely overtaken.

The assistant silently cleaned the floor and table, her hands trembling.

The manager was speechless from the questioning, but he had already found a countermeasure.

"Kun Kun, we can rally fans and hire internet trolls to attack the singer and the song, to smear them."

"But for the fans, you'll need to shoot a video of yourself acting cute and charming."

Xu Kun pondered for a moment, his anger subsiding somewhat, "Okay, I'll shoot it later. As for smearing, just focus on smearing the singer."

"Okay, Kun Kun."

...

Chen Shaoping arrived at the International Business Tower at 18:17. He needed to scout the location first to see how to get the contract most safely and securely.

After using the toilet in the second restroom and washing his hands, Chen Shaoping began to look for the nearest emergency exit.

His first thought was to get the contract in the restroom, then quickly run to the stairwell, take photos, and then run back to put the contract back.

However, he abandoned this idea when he found the stairwell.

He had just tried it and it took him three minutes to run from the restroom to the stairwell, meaning six or seven minutes for a round trip.

The time left for taking photos was too short.

Moreover, there were a lot of people on the way back and forth, and he couldn't pick up his running speed at all.

If he bumped into someone, it would be over.

And at 2 o'clock, there would probably be even more people than now.

The time spent going back and forth would only increase.

Chen Shaoping splashed water on his face, watching the drops of water falling one by one from his chin in the mirror.

His eyes lit up, and he suddenly had a brilliant idea.

When the time came to 2:12.

A woman with a grim expression, clutching her stomach with her left hand and carrying a black bag in her right, hurried into the second restroom.

A cleaner was mopping the floor, and the mop almost touched the woman.

The woman was displeased; if it weren't for the unbearable stomach pain, she would definitely have given the cleaner a piece of her mind.

As it was inconvenient to use the toilet with the bag, she placed the bag on the sink and chose stall number 3, which was closer to the sink.

Seeing her enter the cubicle, the cleaner stopped sweeping, quickly took out a pre-prepared sign, and placed it in front of the women's restroom door.

"Cleaning in progress, temporarily closed."