Entertainment: I treat you as my sister, but you want to pick on me?

After learning that the chosen singer was Hu Yuanliang, Jiang Yan listened to his song, and the sad love song "Little Prince" really lived up to its reputation.

"Please don't go", "Tears of thinking about you every day", "Will we meet again".

Not only is the lyrics sad, but the title of the song reveals the word bitterness from the inside out.

After listening to Hu Yuanliang's masterpiece, Zheng Yuan, the singer who traveled through the previous celestial dynasty, appeared in Jiang Yan's mind!

The styles of the two are surprisingly consistent, and what impresses me most about Zheng Yuan is "How Can You Hurt Me Heartlessly".

This song was popular all over the country back then. Whenever I heard the melody of the song, I could hum the lyrics subconsciously.

Jiang Yan and Hu Yuanliang agreed to meet tomorrow morning at the recording studio specially prepared for guests by the program group, and then went to meet Fang Yuande.

"Fresh Fresh", this is a well-known restaurant near the TV station. You can tell from the name of the restaurant that its specialty is seafood.

"Close the bill for Box No. [-]."

Jiang Yan took out his bank card and said in front of Fang Yuande.

"Hello, the total consumption is 8000 yuan, here is the receipt." The waiter returned the bank card to Jiang Yan.

"Jiang Yan, we agreed that it's my treat."

Fang Yuande was a little embarrassed, because Jiang Yan's hands were too fast, and the bill was settled before he took out his wallet.

"Teacher Fang is a senior, and I am a junior, so there is no reason for the senior to treat me." Jiang Yan said.

Fang Yuande listened very well, 8000 yuan is nothing to a gold medal lyricist like him, the point is that Jiang Yan is very modest.

"I can't take advantage of you for nothing, how about this, I have treasured some good tea leaves, and I will give you two cans next time I record a show." Fang Yuande said.

The atmosphere was relaxed and happy, and the two went to the box while chatting.

Opening the door of the box, Jiang Yan took a cursory look. In addition to Fang Yuande, there were 13 people, and the other seven gold medal lyricists did not come.

"I don't need to introduce you to this one."

Fang Yuande said with a smile, because he was the one to treat the guests, so everyone specially reserved the main seat, and Jiang Yan sat next to Fang Yuande.

The other gold medal lyricists looked at me and I looked at you, as if they didn't expect Jiang Yan to come.

"I don't know the other seven people well, so I didn't call them." Fang Yuande explained, and Jiang Yan nodded.

As the dishes were gradually complete, everyone began to eat. The content of the chat was all about the program "Hey Sing", and they also exchanged ideas on songwriting.

During the period, someone raised a wine glass to toast Jiang Yan, and Jiang Yan would not refuse anyone who came, and immediately returned one.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, everyone is almost done drinking.

"Jiang Yan, you and Quan Yongsi's Lyricist Association"

The speaker was Xue Anping, 40 years old, who was promoted to a gold medal lyricist five years ago.

"Today I'm attending the party as a lyricist, and I won't talk about other things." Jiang Yan stood up.

"I'm going to the bathroom first."

As Jiang Yan left, the box instantly boiled.

"Old Fang, what do you mean by calling Jiang Yan over?"

"Yes, if Huai Bowen knows that he is eating with us, his mind is smaller than a needle!"

Fang Yuande frowned.

"Huai Bowen, Huai Bowen, what are you afraid of? Everyone here is a gold medal lyricist, so what if we let Huai Bowen know about it, does he dare to revoke our status as a gold medal lyricist?!"

"As for wearing small shoes, I used to be worried about this issue. Now that Quan Yongsi and Jiang Yan's Lyric Writing Association is in the limelight, it's too late for Huai Bowen to curry favor with us!"

Fang Yuande analyzed, drinking up the white wine in the glass.

"Multiple ways out are always a good thing. You are waiting and watching, why not I? The reason why I invited Jiang Yan to dinner is not to say that I want to join his lyric writing association. Just choose which one!" Fang Yuande raised his eyebrows.

The expressions of those present were uncertain.

What Fang Yuande said is right, no one should offend, and whoever has the upper hand can choose whoever is the wisest move for them!

In the toilet, Jiang Yan blushed and vomited non-stop. After vomiting, he asked the waiter for a cup of tea to slow down, which made him feel much better.

"In the future, this kind of dinner will be called Lu Lesheng."

Jiang Yan thought.

When I drank thousands of cups with Qin Deming and the others, and even sent them to the hospital for gastric lavage, it was because I took the props rewarded by the system in advance.

In fact, he doesn't know how to drink at all, and Lu Lesheng is mainly responsible for socializing in the company, so he can drink a lot.

Holding hot tea in his hand, Jiang Yan closed his eyes and recalled the attitudes of the gold-medal lyricists in the box.

It's very ambiguous, like a couple who just fell in love, they will blush when they hold hands.

"They're neutral!"

Jiang Yan rubbed his face vigorously to keep himself awake. The wall is so sloppy, whichever side is windy, whichever way is blowing, and this group of neutrals is exactly what he urgently needs at the moment.

Throwing the plastic cup into the trash can, Jiang Yan returned to the box.

"Jiang Yan, let's talk about the new lyrics association, everyone is very interested." Fang Yuande said.

"What are you interested in?"

Jiang Yan asked.

"When a lyricist sells a song, what percentage does he need to pay to the Lyricist Association?" Fang Yuande filled Jiang Yan's wine glass.

For lyricists registered with the Lyricist Association, if they sell a song with a bronze medal, they need to pay a commission of [-] yuan, [-] yuan for a silver medal, and [-] yuan for a gold medal.

"Is there still such a saying? Anyway, Lao Quan's Lyricist Association doesn't need to pay any commission for selling a song."

Jiang Yan shook his head.

"Ah?" Fang Yuande and the gold medal lyricist present were stunned.

If you don’t pay the commission, how will the lyricist association operate, and where will the money come from to pay employees?
"You don't need to worry about the funding issue. Could it be that Beifeng Entertainment of Nuoda University can't support the Lyricist Association?" Jiang Yan asked rhetorically.

"It makes sense."

Fang Yuande nodded frequently.

"Besides, for all lyricists registered with the Lyric Writers Association, the Lyric Writers Association will introduce singers to them. You don't have to worry about the low-profile songs being unread. There are also many benefits. If you are interested, you can log on to the website to view them." Jiang Yan said.

"It's much better than the benefits of the Lyricist Association we stayed at."

"Yeah, even though I'm not short of the 10 yuan, who thinks it's too much? To sell a song, I have to pay a commission of [-] yuan. I used to think it was reasonable, but I always felt uncomfortable after listening to Jiang Yan's words."

"Speaking of which, has the Lyricist Association trained us? No, we just registered for an identity. How can Yongsi's Lyricist Association be so good and introduce people to new lyricists."

"Let's wait and see. After all, everyone only recognizes the old Lyricist Association now, and the new Lyricist Association is still not authoritative enough."

Everyone started whispering, discussing the pros and cons of the two lyricist associations.

"Tomorrow, after recording the show, I'm still here. I'm treating guests. Please enjoy it."

Jiang Yan said.

"Okay, I just want to share with you my experience and experience in songwriting, especially love songs."

"No problem, I'll be free tomorrow if I'm free, and enjoy the beautiful scenery here by the way."

After leaving the hotel, Jiang Yan sent a message to Lu Lesheng.

"Old Lu, you don't want your boss to be drunk to death either?"