Quick Wear: Passerby A's Daily Life of Eating Watermelons

Mr. Sun did not give a long speech, but just summarized it in two sentences. After that, he pestered Zhao Qing to introduce the author to him. Zhao Qing had no intention of hiding anything, so he turned the computer screen over to let him see:

"As Wish" by GuaGua Entertainment artist Jiang Yue, the copyright has been registered.

After reading it, Mr. Sun was overjoyed. He stood up and walked around Zhao Qing's office a few times, muttering excitedly: "Hey, someone from our company." After mumbling for a long time, he still couldn't remember who Jiang Yue was. Could it be that she was a newcomer in the composition department? That's right, there didn't seem to be anyone like Jiang in his department. Jiang Yue, Jiang Yue sounds familiar. Who is this?

At this time, Zhao Qing played Jiang Yue's previous song "You, My Deskmate". After listening to it for a while, President Sun suddenly realized that it was her. It was the person who became popular inexplicably. Even people in the company couldn't understand who she was. Although he knew who it was, President Sun frowned. This guy jumped too much. This song "You, My Deskmate" was only third-rate, but it suddenly jumped to first-rate level. Is this normal?

"Mr. Zhao, um...it's not that I don't believe it, but this gap is too big, right? It's mainly because it's too unbelievable."

"Don't worry, this song has been registered on the copyright website. Have you heard this song anywhere else? Would you give up a song of this level to someone else? Besides, I'm an orphan, and I don't have any background. Who would sacrifice themselves for another person?"

"And I've asked her to write a theme song for Qian Ya, and she's already agreed. We'll know whether it's a mule or a horse once we take it out for a walk. And even if there's someone behind her, will that affect us? Anyway, no matter who writes it, aren't we the ones who benefit? So it would be best if she does, and I hope it's her."

Mr. Sun also felt that this was the case, so he stopped worrying about whether it was written by Jiang Yue. Just as Zhao Qing said, everything would become clear after a long time. So Mr. Sun thanked Zhao Qing for asking Jiang Yue to write a song for Qian Ya. After talking about the business, the two chatted for a while. Mr. Sun said that if it was written by Jiang Yue, Mr. Zhao would make a lot of money, and he would take care of him more in the future. At this time, the assistant knocked on the door, and the two chatted: "Come in!"

"Boss Zhao, HR is distributing fruits today. I'll bring them to you." The assistant put the fruits on Zhao Qing's desk, and then saw that there was already a plate on the desk. Zhao Qing looked at the fruits in the assistant's hand, and then looked at Boss Sun. Boss Sun wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Boss Zhao, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first. I'll go record a demo and send it to the crew." After saying that, he ran away. Zhao Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then said to the assistant, "You can send this to Boss Sun."

When the assistant saw the fruit on the table, he probably guessed what had happened. The afternoon tea distributed by the HR Department was used by Mr. Sun as a favor. There was a time difference, and Mr. Zhao thought that Mr. Sun brought it specially. The assistant helped Zhao Qing tidy up the table and then went out.

Jiang Yue also listened to Qian Ya's previous songs. Jiang Yue felt that this world might have originally been a novel, and many celebrities were not real.

This made things much easier. Jiang Yue directly found the original song, took out one and saved it in her mobile phone. Jiang Yue did not post it immediately, but waited for a few days to leave a buffer time. After choosing the song, Jiang Yue put the matter aside, took out her mobile phone and started watching the drama, and kept watching it until the evening when her assistant came over and asked her what she wanted to eat in the evening.

"Sister Yue, it's time for dinner. What do you like to eat? You don't have any dietary restrictions. Please tell me and I'll remember it."

"Be careful not to order irritating foods such as onions, ginger, garlic, chili peppers, and vinegar. Light and low-salt foods are fine, with more fresh vegetables and fruits. Drink water and juice, nothing else is necessary. When eating, don't eat food that is too hot or too cold. Warm food is best."

Jiang Yue told the assistant about the specific requirements, and the assistant wrote them down carefully. After thinking about it, he realized there was nothing special to pay attention to, as these were the normal eating habits of most singers. The assistant was relieved that the assistant was not a difficult person to serve. If he was treated casually, he would be at a loss.

Jiang Yue watched the young assistant and Sister Qiao eating boiled pork slices, and then looked at her own bland diet. She felt the urge to give up being a singer. The young assistant felt Jiang Yue's fiery gaze, and looked at Sister Qiao. They both tacitly picked up the food, turned their backs to Jiang Yue, and began to eat quickly.

Jiang Yue thought helplessly that it wasn't necessary, and then she lowered her head to start eating her meal. The meal bought by the assistant tasted good, but the price was much more expensive than other restaurants. Oh, it would be great if 8888 could give her a skill that would not affect her throat no matter what she ate. She waited for a while, but 8888 ignored her.

After dinner, I went to bed early because I had an event to attend somewhere else tomorrow night, so I had to set off early tomorrow morning. Since it was relatively close, I didn't need to take a plane and could just drive there. There was a place to sleep in the RV and I wouldn't be too tired. The assistant woke Jiang Yue up at five in the morning of the next day, and after washing up and having breakfast, I set off.

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Ten o'clock in the morning.

In an office in the post-production department of the National Day tribute film "My Motherland and People", director Yang Cheng was tapping the table lightly: "Our film will start promotion soon and will be released on National Day. There is still a month left. How long will it take to finalize the theme song?"

"Director Yang."

The producer shook his head and said, "You can't blame me for this. Penguin and Zhiyu Entertainment sent you more than 20 songs one after another, but you didn't like them. Most of them were works by top composers, but you didn't like any of them!"

Yang Cheng said dissatisfiedly: "They don't know what kind of story our movie is about. Are you not clear about it? The songs they released are good, and I can't say they are not good. But it is also a fact that they don't fit our movie well. Can I still fool them? Can the investors agree to it?"

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, looking away.

Yang Cheng took a deep breath and controlled his temper: "Hurry up and urge them. If it doesn't work, expand the scope of the invitations. Time is running out. Is there no one in the entire Chinese music scene who can write a suitable song? Double the funds you have prepared. I really don't believe it."

"Not really."

The producer laughed and said, "Wait a little longer. We have received a lot of songs in our mailbox and the staff haven't screened them yet. Let's see if there are any suitable ones this afternoon."

Yang Cheng sneered: "Don't do it in the afternoon, do it now! While everyone is here, find a computer and come over. Come to me every day until you receive the right song. Don't make it difficult for the staff. Can they make the decision?"