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Lin.

The aroma of tea was faint in the living room.

Lin Jianguo sat on the sofa, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand.

He had just finished an internal meeting at Tingxian and was in a fairly good mood.

Recently, several projects at Tingxian have been progressing smoothly.

The number of new employees in the company is also stable.

Although Jiang Che and Che Xing have been making headlines recently, Ting Xian has not been directly harmed.

Because Lin Xier and Jiang Che have a good relationship, Tingxian even managed to get some positive discussion.

Lin Jianguo had mixed feelings about the young man, Jiang Che.

The appreciation is genuine.

The vigilance is genuine.

He personally presented Jiang Che with an S-level contract, but Jiang Che politely declined.

He still remembers this incident to this day.

Over the years, Lin Jianguo has seen too many newcomers.

Some are talented, some are arrogant, and some are all talk and no action.

Jiang Che was one of the very few people he couldn't see through.

This young man was not slapped in the face by reality after refusing to listen to the strings.

He won the championship, opened a studio, promoted Wang Haoran, and released "Nocturne".

Every step was taken steadily.

It was so stable that even Lin Jianguo couldn't find any fault with it.

It's fine to appreciate it, but that's all that matters.

He never imagined that Jiang Che would set his sights on his own daughter.

It wasn't until Lin Xier sat down opposite him and calmly said those words that he finally understood.

"Dad, I want to sign Chexing."

The teacup in Lin Jianguo's hand stopped in mid-air.

He suspected that he had heard wrongly.

"What did you say?"

Lin Xier repeated it carefully.

"I want to sign with Chexing Music Studio as an artist."

Snapped.

The teacup was placed back on the table.

I didn't control my strength well, and some tea spilled out.

Lin Jianguo stared at her.

His eyes looked as if he'd heard his own safe grow legs and run away.

"You want to sign with Jiang Che's company?"

"Um."

"Che Xing?"

"Um."

"That Chexing company, which hasn't been established for long and whose offices combined aren't even as big as a recording studio at Tingxian?"

Lin Xier corrected.

"They expanded."

Lin Jianguo took a deep breath.

"How large will it expand to?"

"We rented two other offices on the same floor."

Lin Jianguo almost laughed in anger.

"Two offices?"

"We have more than a dozen recording studios on one floor of our Tingxian studio."

"You grew up listening to strings, so you know how many producers, copyrights, and distribution channels listening to strings have."

"You're telling me now that you're going to sign a contract for a small studio with two or three offices?"

Lin Xi'er did not avoid his gaze.

"I know I have a good ear for strings."

"But I want to go to Chexing."

Lin Jianguo stood up and paced back and forth in the living room twice.

The further he walked, the more absurd it seemed.

What kind of situation is this?

He is the chairman of Tingxian Entertainment.

A big name in the entire Chinese music scene.

His own daughter refused to sign with his own company, but instead wanted to sign with Jiang Che's fledgling small studio.

If word gets out, those old foxes in the industry will be laughing all the way to the end of the year.

Lin Jianguo stopped in his tracks, held back for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"What's this called?"

"My daughter ran off with that blond guy?"

Lin Xi'er frowned slightly.

"Jiang Che is not a blond-haired man."

Lin Jianguo was even angrier.

"You're still defending him!"

"Let me give you an example."

Does it matter whether his hair is black or not?

"The important thing is, you have to go to his company!"

Lin Xi'er's tone remained steady.

"Dad, I'm going to work."

I want to be a singer.

Lin Jianguo looked at her, and the anger on his face gradually subsided a little.

He understands his daughter.

Lin Xi'er is not a willful person.

She has always been very opinionated since she was a child.

She won't accept any resources she doesn't like, no matter how good they are.

She listens attentively to even the most obscure music.

The fact that she's sitting here saying these things today shows that she's thought it through.

Lin Jianguo sat down again.

He stopped yelling.

The voice lowered.

"Xi'er, I have a question for you."

"Do you want to sign Chexing because of Jiang Che's songs, or because of Jiang Che himself?"

The living room fell silent instantly.

This question is too direct.

They paused for a moment right up to Lin Xi'er.

She looked at her father.

"Because of his music."

"Also because he helps me find my own voice."

Lin Jianguo stared at her.

"That's all?"

Lin Xi'er did not avoid it.

That's all for now.

Lin Jianguo's brow twitched when he heard the word "now".

He felt his blood pressure rise again.

Is that all?

What else do you want in the future?

Why does this sound so dangerous?

Lin Jianguo forcibly suppressed his emotions.

He reminded himself.

Let's get down to business.

We must not let that brat Jiang Che influence our judgment.

"Listening to the strings can also help you find the sound."

Lin Xi'er shook her head.

"The songs Tingxian gave me are all very good."

"But it's not right for me."

"They made me sing beautifully, but they didn't make me remembered."

Lin Jianguo fell silent.

That sentence struck a chord with him.

Tingxian does indeed have resources and a top-notch team.

However, precisely because there are so many resources, the production department always plays it too safe when choosing songs for Lin Xier.

Safe, exquisite, and beautiful.

Each song is like a qualified product.

But Lin Xi'er is not lacking in being qualified.

She lacks a work that truly captures her personal style.

Lin Jianguo was actually aware of this.

He just didn't want to admit that Tingxian's team, which was so large, might not be as accurate as Jiang Che's alone.

Lin Jianguo tapped his fingers on the sofa armrest.

After a long silence, he spoke.

"If you're interested in signing, we can discuss it."

Lin Xi'er's eyes lit up slightly.

"But I have conditions."

Lin Jianguo looked at her.

"I want to go to Chexing myself."

"I want to see what song Jiang Che has prepared for you."

"If he can't produce work worthy of you, then this is off the table."

Lin Xi'er did not hesitate.

"it is good."

Seeing how quickly she agreed, Lin Jianguo felt even worse.

He took out his phone and called his secretary.

"Make time for tomorrow morning."

"I'm going to Chexing."

The secretary on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback.

"Chairman Lin, Chexing?"

"Um."

"Bring Old Zhou from the production department along."

The secretary asked cautiously:

"Are you discussing a collaboration?"

Lin Jianguo remained expressionless.

"Let's talk about my daughter being abducted."

secretary:"......"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xi'er sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

"dad."

Lin Jianguo snorted.

Did I say something wrong?

"You're still sitting here, but your heart has already flown to Chexing."

"That kid Jiang Che better be really capable."

"Otherwise, I'll take down the nameplate on his office door tomorrow."

Lin Xi'er: "..."

She suddenly felt a little worried about Jiang Che's safety tomorrow.

......

The next morning.

Chexing Music Studio.

Wang Haoran arrived early.

He even changed into a new coat.

She even fixed her hair three times in front of the mirror.

Jiang Che glanced at him.

"You're meeting Lin Jianguo today, not going on a blind date."

Wang Haoran coughed.

"What do you know?"

"This is the first time our Chexing has hosted such a big shot."

"It needs to have a certain presence."

Jiang Che looked at his jacket, which was clearly a size too small.

"Try zipping it up."

Wang Haoran gave it a try.

It wasn't pulled up.

He paused for two seconds, then abruptly changed the subject.

"When will Chairman Lin arrive?"

The voice just fell.

Footsteps came from the doorway.

The new receptionist nervously peeked in.

"President Jiang, Chairman Lin has arrived."

Wang Haoran was startled.

"Here it comes, here it comes."

"The day of judgment for the blond-haired man has arrived."

Jiang Che glanced at him.

"Who is the blond guy?"

Wang Haoran immediately shut up.

next second.

Lin Jianguo walked into the office.

Behind him followed Lao Zhou, the head of the Tingxian production department, and two assistants.

Lin Xi'er was also there.

She was dressed simply today, in a light-colored shirt, with her long hair down, looking fresh and clean.

After entering the room, Lin Jianguo first looked around.

The office is small.

The renovation is clean.

The equipment is fairly complete.

But compared to the headquarters of Tingxian, it is indeed much worse.

Lin Jianguo's lips twitched.

"Jiang Che, your company is quite modest."

Wang Haoran, who was listening nearby, felt a chill run down his spine.

That sounds barbed.

Jiang Che remained calm.

"It's enough for the beginning."

Lin Jianguo glanced at him.

"Is it enough to kidnap my daughter?"

The office fell silent instantly.

Wang Haoran lowered his head, trying to suppress a laugh, until his shoulders trembled.

Lin Xi'er's ears turned slightly red.

"dad."

Lin Jianguo snorted.

Jiang Che, however, remained calm.

"Chairman Lin, would you like to hear a song first?"

Lin Jianguo stared at him.

"OK."

"I'm here to listen to music today."

"I'd like to see what song you're going to use to get my daughter signed with Chexing."

Old Zhou also sat down next to him.

He is a senior producer at Tingxian, and has produced albums for many top singers.

He acknowledged Jiang Che's talent.

But that's one thing, it's another.

He wasn't too comfortable about Lin Xi'er signing with Chexing.

Is Tingxian's team really inferior to Jiang Che's small studio?

He's here today to choose songs.

If Jiang Che's work isn't substantial enough, he'll directly persuade Lin Xi'er to return to Tingxian.

Jiang Che didn't explain further.

He took out the sheet music and pushed it onto the table.

Song title.

"meet".

When Lin Xi'er saw these two words, her finger paused slightly.

Lin Jianguo saw it too.

His brow twitched slightly.

meet.

The name is very simple.

It's so simple that there's not a hint of showing off.

Old Zhou picked up the sheet music, a question mark appearing in his mind.

This kind of song title could easily be written as a typical campus love song.

He looked down at the melody.

On the first viewing, my brows didn't relax.

The melody is not complicated.

The arrangement notes are also very clean.

There are no long stretches of high notes.

There are no fancy vocal transitions.

There aren't even any of the usual flashy technical segments.

Old Zhou was about to speak.

Jiang Che had already looked at Lin Xi'er.

"Give it a try."

Lin Xi'er nodded.

She picked up the sheet music and went into the recording studio.

Lin Jianguo sat up straight.

Old Zhou also put on his monitoring headphones.

Wang Haoran stood in the corner, barely daring to breathe.

He had a premonition.

With this song coming out, Chairman Lin will most likely be silent today.