Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Li Moer suppressed her excitement and listened to Zheng Zhihua finish singing a song. Then she clapped her hands and said, "Have you heard all the songs on the tape we are releasing?"

Zheng Zhihua nodded: "We have heard it. The boss made us listen to it once on the first day we came here!"

"Is it nice?" Li Moer asked. Zheng Zhihua nodded vigorously: "It's very nice. I like all those dozen songs."

Li Moer nodded: "Have you seen the lyrics? Do you know who wrote those songs?"

Zheng Zhihua's eyes lit up. "I've seen it. The lyrics and music were both written by someone named Li Moer. She's amazing. She can write so many popular songs!"

Li Moer's face flushed as he thought, "What the hell can I write? I copied everything. I'm just a porter in the singing world!"

Li Moer looked at Zheng Zhihua: "I am Li Moer!" Zheng Zhihua was stunned: "You are Li Moer, the treasure girl? Oh my god, I have seen a living idol!"

Li Moer's forehead flickered with two black lines: "Do you want to sing like Liu Tianhua, Yang Yuqing and others, and then release a tape?"

Zheng Zhihua was stunned for a long time before he looked at Li Moer in disbelief and said without any confidence, "Can I do this? I'm disabled. Can my legs make it onto the stage? If I don't do this well, people will definitely say that this company has no one left. Why would they let a disabled person sing? I, I can't do it!"

Li Moer looked at the unconfident handsome young man and said, "How do you know you can't do it if you haven't even tried? You have to try to know whether you can do it or not. Also, why do you care so much about what others think? Is what others say really that important? We only have 36,000 days in this world. No matter how nice your house is, it's just a temporary residence. This little box is... uh, I got it wrong. What I mean is, there are 36,000 days in total. Don't worry about external factors. As long as you live a wonderful life, that's all!"

Zheng Zhihua's face was full of black lines. What a mess! Why did he even ask me to go to the small box?

After thinking about it, it was true. Why bother caring about other people's eyes and opinions? He nodded and said, "I am willing to sing like them. Can the boss write songs for me?"

Li Moer nodded: "Of course no problem." But before singing, you have to sign a contract and join my Moying Entertainment Media Company and become an artist of our company. Then I can write songs for you.

"Have they all joined this entertainment company?" Zheng Zhihua asked carefully.

"It's an entertainment media company, a music company, and even a comedy company! They've all joined. Also, can you read music?"

Zheng Zhihua nodded: "I will watch it. Since I like singing, I have studied it for a long time!"

Li Moer clapped her hands happily. It was good enough that she could read the music score. She took out a contract from her bag and handed it to Zheng Zhihua: "This is our company's contract."

Then she repeated the story about Liu Tianhua and his team donating 10% of their 30% profit to the Love Charity Fund, successfully getting another 10% profit for the charity foundation.

Just as Zheng Zhihua was carefully reading the contract, Li Moer's mind sank into space, turned on the computer, and began to look for the song "Sailor" sung by Zheng Zhihua. He copied the lyrics onto the music score, and then copied the accompaniment to a USB drive and then to a tape.

After doing all this, Zheng Zhihua barely finished reading the contract. He nodded to Li Moer, signed his name without hesitation, and pressed his fingerprint.

Li Moer pretended to take the music sheet out of her bag and handed it to Zheng Zhihua: "This is a song I composed some time ago. I think it would be more suitable for you to sing it."