Restart the Flying Age

(The previous chapter has been revised, please review it if you are interested.)

The shouting of Ge Daming immediately attracted a group of people to watch the excitement.

As a group of colleagues who rely on pens to survive, when I heard Ge Daming's words, I felt angry and angry at Wu Tao and Chen Fang.

In this circle, Chen Fang's network is obviously not as good as that of the surname Ge, so he soon became a target of public criticism.

"Don't even think about buying songs if you don't have money, don't you?"

"Besides, you bought the song and became popular. The little singer shows up on stage every day. What are the benefits of us behind-the-scenes songwriters? Isn't it just living on some money?"

"For this small amount of money, you have repeatedly lowered the price and deliberately deducted it. Do you still have a conscience?"

Faced with this rushing, one-sided attack, Chen Fang couldn't dispute it at the moment.

Ding Tiantian weakly pulled the corner of Wu Tao's clothes and said, "Why don't we make an appointment to sing, the big deal is that I won't be a singer..."

With Wu Tao's violent temper, it is hard to see the poor and rogue appearance of this group of colleagues.

I have played with pens before, so why not?

There was a wave of hands at the moment, "Sister Chen, let's go, we have no appointment for this song today, I will write it to Tiantian when I go back."

"Who are you? Do you really want to write songs and compose for fun?" someone in the crowd roared.

Ge Da Ming said disdainfully: "I heard that he is an inspirational master, what is the name of the sound is still the same? Hahaha..."

"What, he is still the sound of the waves?"

"This is what Lao Pei said, and it shouldn't be fake." Ge Daming, the old god, was in a real way, ready to laugh at the underage inspirational master's behavior with the people around him.

Unexpectedly, someone in the crowd leaned in and grabbed Wu Tao's hand affectionately: "You are the same as the sound of the waves, master of inspiration? Oh, I can see a real person today!"

"...The choice you wrote is more important than hard work, but it helped me a lot. What about the drop of sugar?"

Wu Tao was about to leave, and suddenly he was surprised when he met such an enthusiastic book fan.

But he still echoed the other party and added, "The story of a drop of honey?"

"Yes, yes, you must sign me today!"

To be honest, Wu Tao was a little embarrassed, because he enthusiastically pulled himself, the book fan was already an uncle in his thirties, and his temples were a little gray-haired.

"All right."

When the uncle heard that he agreed, he turned around and hurriedly looked for paper and pen.

Ge Daming suddenly grabbed his arm and said, "No, Lao Jiang, what do you mean?"

This Uncle Jiang is also a straightforward person. When he was excited, he casually said: "Can I find an idol to sign a name? Lao Ge, it's not me who said you. If someone really wants to write a song, he will not be worse than you!"

"Really, Lao Jiang?"

Uncle Jiang was also an external force. "It can't be faked. This article with the sound of the waves is still published. It has been published in soulmates and various digest magazines. The writing is refined, the reasoning is deep and special. Even the People's Daily has reprinted it..."

Hit people but not face.

Although Uncle Jiang was just a heartfelt remark as a book fan, it was very harsh in Ge Daming's ears.

But the head can be broken, the blood can flow, but the shelf cannot be collapsed, and the face cannot be broken.

Ge Daming's eyes rolled around, and it was reasonable again.

"Even if he is talented, but today he brought others to buy songs. When he arrived, he couldn't afford the price, but I said that the level of songs I wrote is not high, and I can't praise them..."

Sure enough, when he said this, someone was on his side.

"That's right, it wouldn't be authentic to do this..."

"How can I bring outsiders to kill the price of my peers..."

In the face of these chattering audiences who don't know the truth, Wu Tao is too lazy to explain.

Therefore, after signing the name for Uncle Jiang, we must protect Ding Tiantian and Chen Fang to leave.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a vest and vest pushed aside the crowd. When others saw him, they consciously gave way to him.

At the same time, he did not forget to scream with laughter: "Director Zhao~"

Unexpectedly, this middle-aged man, who is respected by others as Director Zhao, walked in front of Wu Tao non-stop, stretched out his hand and leaned over and said, "Oh, isn't this Mr. Wu?"

Wu Tao was stunned. He looked at the face in front of him and thought he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

Fortunately, Chen Fang was enthusiastic and excited: "Director Zhao, why are you here?" Then he gave an introduction to Wu Tao.

It turned out to be the director of the office of the advertising department of the provincial TV station. When Yuankang Company was shooting the advertisement, the two parties had contact.

Even Ding Tiantian, who was standing next to him, had an impression of this middle-aged man.

"What's going on?" Lao Zhao Neng came forward, just came to ease the game.

This kindness Wu Tao is willing to take it, so he didn't mention it now, just as it was to give this Director Zhao face.

Among the crowd onlookers, it was obvious that they had respect for this provincial and Taiwanese figure. As for Daming Ge, he didn't even dare to stab Director Zhao.

Director Zhao looked around and said loudly: "Although I don't know the ins and outs, but I'm fair. Mr. Wu is not the one who can't afford the price. There must be some misunderstanding!"

"Why?" Ge Daming was unclear, he felt that Director Zhao was partial.

Director Zhao said in an unpleasant manner: "If someone is a big boss of a company, if he can buy an entire street, would he care about your small money of thirty to fifty thousand?"

Ge Daming was at the stall where he was not convinced, and blurted out, "Not three to fifty thousand, but three hundred thousand!"

Director Zhao smiled, "Is there any difference between you three to fifty thousand and three hundred thousand for a big boss?"

"That's right, that's..." the crowd echoed.

Some people asked with a sober mind, "Old Ge, how many songs have you sold, and you even offered a price of 300,000 yuan?"

Ge Daming stopped speaking immediately.

"Just one song!" Ding Tiantian blurted out.

Wu Tao smiled easily, and Chen Fang smiled helplessly.

"It's too dark, Lao Ge..."

"That's right, Lao Ge, at your level, you dare to make a price of 300,000 yuan, it's really ridiculous..."

Wu Taoyu earnestly made up the knife and said, "As soon as this teacher Ge meets, he will play with me. I can bear it."

"...Okay, so let's kick my nose to the face. Ask me for 300,000 in one go!"

"...For this price, ask for a very ordinary song, make a small batch of cassettes, and then let my people bear the name of the singer without embarrassment, not tepid, what can I do? "

Director Zhao heard that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ turned out to be so.

The circle of people next to him finally understood the truth.

Seeing Ge Daming's lack of confidence, the conversation started to talk about him upside down.

Uncle Jiang looked at Wu Tao's signature as precious as he said: "I'll just say it, the writing is like a man! The sound of the waves is still sharp, and you can never do things like that!"

Director Zhao began to pull the field and concluded: "What happened today, in the final analysis is that Ge Daming is not authentic..."

After speaking, Wu Tao thanked Director Zhao and left with Chen Fang and Ding Tiantian.

A group of people surrounded Director Zhao and asked curiously: "Which company's boss is such a young child?"

"Yuankang Company, have you heard of it?" Director Zhao whispered mysteriously.

"That big company with assets of several hundred million? My God..."

"This is a gold master. I didn't catch it. What a pity!"