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In the suite's living room, David sat awkwardly on the edge of the sofa.

His 200-pound weight caused the sofa to sag slightly. He held the hotel's white porcelain teacup in both hands, barely daring to breathe loudly, looking like a scolded schoolboy.

Shen Qingqiu sat opposite him, holding the check for fifty million US dollars between two fingers.

After glancing casually at the watermark and signature, I lightly slapped it onto the marble coffee table.

Lin Yan leaned against Shen Qingqiu, turning a Rubik's Cube in his hand without even lifting his eyelids.

"President David. A buyout option worth fifty million US dollars. That's the offer from Universal Music, right?"

As soon as Shen Qingqiu spoke, his voice was cold and clear, instantly switching to a business negotiation mode that showed no regard for family ties.

David quickly put down his teacup and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Mr. Shen! We've bought out the entire copyright! Not only that, we can also promise to place Mr. Lin's name at the very center of the opening credits!"

Shen Qingqiu remained expressionless as she leaned back on the sofa, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, producing a soft, rhythmic sound.

"David, you should know this. A phenomenal song that can support a $300 million epic production will generate far more than $50 million in streaming revenue, physical record sales, and various derivative copyright fees."

Shen Qingqiu's gaze was sharp, completely revealing the suffocating pressure of an ice queen CEO.

"I can accept a guaranteed $50 million creation fee. But Lin Yan Studio must take 15% of the net profit from the song's subsequent global release. Otherwise, turn left and take your money back to Los Angeles to jump into the sea with that paranoid director."

David gasped, his two-hundred-pound frame trembling.

A 15% cut of global net profit!

If the movie becomes a hit, the soundtrack's revenue will be an unimaginable astronomical figure.

This is something even Hollywood's top-tier shills wouldn't dare to say!

He looked at Shen Qingqiu's unquestionable gaze, then glanced at Lin Yan beside him, who was focused solely on solving the Rubik's Cube and seemed completely indifferent to the matter.

David gritted his teeth.

The image of Master William's death order before he left, and the guitar that Director James smashed against the wall in his rage, flashed through his mind.

"Deal! Mr. Shen, we accept! On behalf of Universal Music, I agree to your terms. I will have the legal department send over the contract attachments within an hour!"

David raised his voice and shouted, as if he were making a decision against his ancestors.

Shen Qingqiu then revealed a satisfied smile. She turned to look at the man beside her.

"Lin Yan, get to work."

"Click".

Lin Yan had just finished solving the last side of the Rubik's Cube, casually tossed it on the table, and lazily stretched.

"Tell me. What's your background?" Lin Yan leaned back on the sofa and yawned.

David perked up and immediately got into the zone.

"The movie is called 'Heart of the Ocean.' The story is set in the early 20th century, when a supposedly unsinkable super luxury cruise ship strikes an iceberg on its maiden voyage. The male lead is a poor painter, and the female lead is a noblewoman from high society."

David described it with exaggerated gestures, spittle flying everywhere.

"They fell in love on the ship, breaking down class barriers. But disaster struck, and the cruise ship sank. In the icy Atlantic waters, the male protagonist gave the only piece of driftwood to the female protagonist, freezing to death in the sea himself. The female protagonist carried his hope and lived a lonely life."

When he got emotional, David even wiped his eyes.

"Director James demanded that this song possess the poignant beauty of love, the grandeur of facing life and death, and a sense of eternity that transcends time. Master Lin, this is an absolute challenge. We really..."

David's words were abruptly cut off before he could finish speaking.

Because Lin Yan had somehow pulled out a notepad with the George V Hotel logo from under the coffee table and picked up a ballpoint pen from the side.

Lin Yan kept his head down without pausing for a moment.

The pen tip made a soft, scratching sound on the white paper, flowing smoothly like clouds and water.

"Alright, stop reciting the introduction." Lin Yan didn't even look up. "The ship sank, life and death separated. Got it?"

David froze on the spot, his heart pounding as he watched Lin Yan's right hand move so fast.

Five minutes. Less than five minutes.

Lin Yan casually tossed aside the ballpoint pen, ripped off the thin sticky note with a "rip" sound, and tossed it lightly in front of David.

"Take this and hand it in." Lin Yan picked up his water glass, took a sip, and moistened his throat.

David hurriedly caught the note, which was covered with musical staves and dense English words.

[Introductory instrument specified: Irish tin whistle]

David can't read sheet music, but he can understand the lyrics.

He unconsciously followed the score and softly recited it.

"Every night in my dreams…"

"I see you, I feel you..."

"That is how I know you go on..."

David's hands, which were gripping the paper, began to tremble.

These few simple opening lines instantly stretched the atmosphere of longing that transcends life and death and time to its extreme.

He suppressed his shock and continued reading.

"Far across the distance…"

"And spaces between us…"

"You have come to show you go on..."

When David's gaze fell on the chorus of the climax, his scalp tingled as if he'd been electrocuted.

"Near, far, wherever you are..."

"I believe that the heart does go on..."

"Once more you open the door…"

"And you're here in my heart…"

"And my heart will go on and on..."

David felt a layer of white sweat break out on his back.

As an outsider, looking at these few lyrics, he vividly conjured up a grand image in his mind: a giant ship slowly sinking in the icy sea, the male protagonist gradually losing body temperature in the icy water, and the female protagonist weeping in despair under a sky full of stars.

"Mr. Lin... what's the name of this song?" David swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

Lin Yan raised his chin and pointed to the top of the sticky note.

David looked over and saw a line of flowing English writing there.

My Heart Will Go On.

My heart will never change.

David suddenly stood up, and his 200-pound body felt incredibly light at that moment.

He pressed the note tightly to his chest, as if afraid it would grow wings and fly away.

"A miracle...this is a miracle written by God through your hand!" David was so excited that his cheeks turned red and he became incoherent.

"That old fogey James will definitely listen to this song on his knees! Mr. Lin, you've saved all of Hollywood!"

Lin Yan waved his hand casually: "The money has been transferred to the company account. You can leave now."

David bowed deeply, a perfect 180-degree bow, his back almost bent over.

"Mr. Shen, the contract will be sent to your company within half an hour! Mr. Lin, have a pleasant honeymoon! I won't disturb you any longer!"

David burst out of the suite like a tornado of ecstasy.

Shen Qingqiu watched the door slam shut, then turned to look at Lin Yan, raising an eyebrow.

"An Irish tin whistle?" Shen Qingqiu asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Are you sure this obscure instrument can carry the epic feel of a Hollywood blockbuster?"

Lin Yan smiled and reached out to pull the icy female CEO into his arms.

"The sound of the tin flute is distant and ethereal, carrying a natural sadness. Placed in a disaster film of this caliber, it pierces the heart more than any large-scale symphony."

Lin Yan rested his chin on her shoulder and nuzzled her gently.

"You'll see when the movie comes out. The whole world will go crazy for this song."

Shen Qingqiu leaned against him, listening to his confident tone, and couldn't help but smile.

"In five minutes, I earned fifty million US dollars plus a share of the profits."

Shen Qingqiu reached out and pinched his cheek, teasing him softly.

"Honey, you're amazing."