As promised, Xiao Xianrou, will you play the suona in the haunted house?

Chapter 35 Want to buy the copyright of "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" for 50?
"Mr. Zhou, what would you like to drink?"

"Coffee? Or a drink?"

The next day was the day of rehearsal for the party. When we arrived at the party on the weekend, the entire party production team immediately gathered around to ask for help.

I was a little confused at the weekend. These staff were too enthusiastic and wished they could worship themselves as Bodhisattvas.

After a while, even the general director of the party put down his work and rushed over.

"Mr. Zhou, I am Wan Zheng, the director of this Ghost Festival party."

The look in Wan Zheng's eyes made Zhou Zhou feel a little scared.

It's no wonder that Wan Zheng, as an assistant director in a television station for more than ten years, finally became the chief director, but it was a political task assigned by the leadership.

He originally thought that this time he was simply pushed out of the stage to take the blame. Maybe after this time, his career might come to an end.

But what surprised everyone was that as soon as the guest list was announced yesterday, the tickets for the party were sold out.

At that moment, Wan Zheng seemed to see a ray of light from the darkness.

Perhaps, this party is not the end of my career, but a clarion call for me to become a serf and sing.

And all of this started because of the weekend. Those who bought tickets all came for the weekend. Wan Zheng had to take care of the weekend well.

"Mr. Zhou, if you have any requirements for the stage, feel free to ask. As long as I can do it, I will definitely handle it for you. I will do my best to cooperate..."

Wan Zheng patted his chest and promised, but those who didn't know better thought that he was not the party director, but an errand boy who ran weekend errands.

"Ah, this..." Weekend confirmed that Wan Zheng was not lusting after his body. Then he felt a little more relieved and asked tentatively: "You can really ask for anything?"

"Feel free to ask, I will do it now if I can do it, and I will find a way to do it for you if I can't do it!"

Wan Zheng said happily, without any ambiguity.

Is there such a good thing?

Weekend's eyes lit up, and he immediately talked incessantly in front of Wan Zheng for nearly half an hour, until his mouth went dry.

"Quickly, give Mr. Zhou a glass of water..."

After Wan Zheng heard the idea for the stage over the weekend, he asked with a worried look: "We can basically meet the requirements you mentioned... However, I am worried that something will happen, and it will frighten the audience. what to do?"

From the scene described over the weekend, Wan Zhengguang felt like his hair stood on end just thinking about it.

If it were to be presented live, the effect would probably be even more realistic. He was a little worried for the audience tomorrow night.

"A Chinese Ghost Festival party? Of course it has to fit the theme."

Weekend laughed sinisterly, he couldn't get rid of the label of "Underworld Wind" anymore, so he might as well give everyone a deeper impression.

"Okay, I'll follow your instructions~"

Wan Zheng pondered for a moment and agreed immediately.

How bold people are and how productive they are.

He used to be too honest and follow the rules. No matter how hard he worked and worked diligently, the leader could not see that everything was in vain.

Maybe the more noise this party makes, the greater the chance that I will get the attention of the leader.

Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. Whatever Wan Zheng said this time, he must seize this opportunity to make a comeback.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the weekend left the party.

For the next stage arrangement, he, an outsider, would not guide the insiders, and would just wait until he goes on stage tomorrow night.

Not long after leaving the TV station, Pei Chuyue called excitedly.

"I'll tell you some good news over the weekend. The audience of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" has been increasing recently, and the response has been very enthusiastic. The station has decided to publish "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp"..." "Just now our director talked to me, the station You asked me to contact you and say that I am willing to pay 50 yuan to buy your copyright."

Pei Chuyue thought this was a good thing, and called Zhou Xing excitedly, but Zhou Xing was obviously not as happy as she imagined, and even sneered on the phone.

50?
Weekend almost laughed out loud on the spot, these guys really dared to think, let alone 50, even if it was a hundred and 50, Weekend would not agree.

"Why didn't you talk during the weekend?"

Pei Chuyue on the other side of the phone quickly felt something was wrong.

"Just tell your leaders, don't say 50, don't even think about 5000 million."

Laughed at the weekend.

Sometimes things are just a coincidence. The phenomenal super IP "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" was once given away by the original author at a wine bureau at a super low price.

Unexpectedly, even if I traveled to a parallel world, I would encounter similar things.

The radio station does not have its own publisher. The leaders at Pei Chu's platform simply saw the potential of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" and wanted to get the rights first and get the copyright first.

"Oh, fortunately I didn't agree."

Pei Chuyue breathed a sigh of relief in fear. Until now, she had not realized the value that "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" would produce. It would be a data that would surprise everyone.

It is estimated that the station leaders saw that Pei Chuyue did not understand the value behind "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", so they wanted to communicate with him through her.

Unfortunately, they hit the weekend.

"Chu Yue, no matter what price your leader offers, just don't agree to it. I'll handle it after my party is over."

Weekend was not too worried, because he had learned from the past experiences on earth, so he had already prepared a backup plan for this, and he had already registered the corresponding copyright.

Blue Star is not the Earth, and the rules of copyright law need to be improved a lot. As long as I don't act stupid on the weekend, no one can take away the copyright of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp".

"Well, I see, then I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, I went back over the weekend to prepare for tomorrow's Hungry Ghost Festival party.

While he was concentrating on preparing for the Ghost Festival party on the weekend, his old acquaintance Chen Yu was also accepting an exclusive interview at this time.

"How do you feel about being invited to the Golden Melody Awards Gala this time?"

As the most authoritative award in the Chinese pop music scene, the Golden Melody Award naturally attracts a lot of attention, so the fact that Chen Yu received the invitation was quickly learned by some gossip media.

In fact, the list of the Golden Melody Awards party has not yet been fully announced. The news that Chen Yu received the invitation spread so quickly. It is unknown whether someone deliberately leaked it.

Of course, in the entertainment industry, you don’t need to worry about these small details.

"As a musician, I feel very honored to be invited to the Golden Melody Awards Gala."

Facing reporters' questions, Chen Yu had already made preparations and performed various expressions very well.

"Speaking of musicians, Chen Yu, although you have never won any awards at the Golden Melody Awards, you are called a leader among the younger generation of Chinese pop music. So, what kind of person do you think can be called a leader? What about a musician?”

Chen Yu looked at the reporter with a dark face. Was this guy arranged by the company?Why do I feel like a little black guy, who doesn't want to pick up the pot?

"For myself, I think we should be more based on the work itself. Without the support of the work, even if we can get everyone's short-term attention through some sensational means, it will be difficult to get everyone's true love."

Chen Yu didn't know why, but as he spoke, he remembered the hateful face on the weekend, and even gritted his teeth.

The reporter sitting opposite him lit up on the spot.

He smelled gunpowder!

Chen Yu's words seemed to mean something?
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