Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Xia Fan wanted to turn back in surprise, but Horie Tsubasa pressed his cheek with his finger.

"Xia Fan and Xia Fan, both are me, there is no difference."

The hot breath beside his ear and the completely different voice of a mature lady made Xia Fan's breathing and heartbeat quicken, and he gripped the handlebars tightly.

"Hehe, then, I can also be 'Kurokawa Tsubasa' in front of you?"

Horie Tsubasa's voice suddenly turned back to that of a child and he smiled innocently.

"Horie Tsubasa, Kurokawa Tsubasa, they're all the same... whatever you like..."

The other person's voice passed through the eardrum and echoed in the brain, causing a strange tingling sensation and making Xia Fan's forehead sweat slightly.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'm here, in the building ahead."

Horie Tsubasa chuckled, leaned back and returned to his original sitting position.

"Thank you today, Producer Xiadi."

When the bicycle stopped in front of a rather high-end apartment building, Horie Tsubasa carefully got off the bike and put on his glasses again.

"Well, see you at school."

With her hands behind her back, she bowed politely to Xia Fan and then disappeared behind the door.

It was as if the quirky "Kurokawa Tsubasa" in the back seat of the car had never appeared.

"Voice actors are all monsters after all."

"If I had to switch so many voices, acting skills and wordings, I would have gone schizophrenic a long time ago."

Xia Fan sighed and found that his back was covered in sweat.

……

"Yawn... Song reviewer, watched videos for an entire afternoon, and even rode a bike to send someone home, I'm exhausted."

After sending Horie Tsubasa off, Xia Fan rode his bike back to the student dormitory and fell headfirst onto the bed.

"The money is coming, the money is coming!"

"The production fee for Sakura, as well as the recent share of paid downloads, will be transferred to your card. Don't get too excited."

Far away in Kyushu, Higashino Yoshihide, who was assisting Hoshina Hanami with the "Zou Song", sent a LINE voice message.

“The money has been distributed?!”

Xia Fan's tired eyes suddenly burst into a light comparable to that of a flashlight.

"How many will there be?"

He calmed his excited heart and opened the bank app with trembling hands to check the flow...

"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... Two million yen?! It's roughly equivalent to the salary of working part-time at a convenience store for 1000 hours..."

He used tremolo to repeatedly confirm the number of digits in the transfer amount, and after converting it into "Xia Fan's special measurement unit", he took a deep breath.

This amount of money may be negligible for well-known artists or top composers, but for Xia Fan, who is still a student, it is no less than a huge sum of money.

"Except for the production fee, it's only been a month and I've received so much commission. I knew musicians make money, but I didn't expect it to be this much!"

In the entertainment industry, those who make the most money are undoubtedly music creators and singers with creative abilities.

This is all thanks to the fact that District 11 has a very strict copyright tax management system.

From radio and TV broadcasts to ambient music use in commercial places such as cafes and restaurants, online downloads, sales of audio and video products, and even humming a song on a show or ordering a karaoke song...

In short, as long as a third party uses the "song work" for commercial purposes, the copyright owner will obtain corresponding royalties.

The National Tax Bureau once published a ranking of artists’ tax payments, and most of those at the top of the list were music creators like Yoshihiro Kishimoto, who had stable output.

In addition to his love for music, Xia Fan also decided to study music based on his life motto of "money is everything".

"Wait, this balance is wrong?"

After careful calculation, Xia Fan discovered that there was an extra one million yen in the balance of his account.

After checking the transaction details, he found that he had received a transfer of one million yen a few days ago with the note "Tax already paid for royalties".

"Well, it should be the monthly salary from Section 9. It's too easy to be a consultant without doing anything and getting paid, isn't it?"

Xia Fan thought about it carefully before he came to his senses.

"I received the money. Thank you, President. You have worked hard, you are generous, and you have many wives, daughters, sons, and grandchildren!"

He sent a message back to Dongye.

"You little brat, do you only know how to call me president at this time? I haven't told your parents about the money yet, go and talk to them in person and make them happy."

"Ah."

Without Dong Ye's reminder, Xia Fan naturally planned to do so.

He slid his finger quickly across the screen and directly transferred all 3 million yen to a certain account.

After a while, he received a call from his mother.

Chapter 40 Crazy Friday, Xia Fan invites you to eat fried chicken

2024-07-13

"Hello, Mom?"

"Xiao Fan, why did you transfer such a large sum of money to my account? Where did you get it from?"

On the phone, Xia's mother's voice was full of fear.

"I've been working part-time at Uncle Dongye's company lately, and I make money by writing songs."

Xia Fan answered truthfully.

"Writing songs? How can you make so much money writing songs..."

"Turn on speakerphone, I'll talk... ahem, kid, I ask, you answer."

When Xia's mother was halfway through her words, the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became that of Xia's father.

"Have you done any dangerous work, like picking up salmon, donating sperm, selling organs, or being a human logistics worker?"

On the other end of the phone, one could hear the background sounds of pots and pans colliding and water and oil boiling, as if Father Xia was cooking.

"No."

"So, he is making money through illegal means, such as being a gigolo, or filming something that is not worthy of being shown on the table, or being a 'professional debtor'?"

"No. Dad, the industry you understand is far beyond the scope of a Chinese restaurant chef."

Faced with his father's questioning, Xia Fan calmly denied it.

"None of these... Could it be... Oops, too much salt has gone down."

Not getting an answer, Father Xia took a deep breath and his tone became flustered.

"Whatever you're thinking right now, that's definitely not it."

"It's really just the royalties from writing songs. I sent the tax payment certificate to your phone. If you don't believe me, you can ask Uncle Dongye. He won't lie to you, will he?"

"I'll pay back some of the money I have 'out there' first, so I can lower the monthly interest and not have so much pressure on my family."

Xia Fan explained seriously.

"Even if it's true that I made the money from writing songs, I have to save it to buy you medicine. I'll find another way to pay off the debt."

After looking at the tax payment certificate sent by Xia Fan, Xia's father finally believed it a little.

"I am now a contracted music producer for Company B. Today, another song of mine was selected by Party A. I will be paid soon. You don't have to worry about the medicine."

"Dad, I'm an adult now and I have the ability to make money. You should be able to tell me how much money the family owes, right?"

Xia Fan comforted her with a few words and took the opportunity to ask.

"The principal is approximately... 19 million yen... interest is not included..."

Father Xia hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

"Well, I see."

Xia Fan silently memorized the number.

If I write a few more songs of the quality of "Sakura", I should be able to solve the problem with 19 million yen.

"By the way, my recent medication has been quite effective. I went for a follow-up check a few days ago, and it showed that the tumor had shrunk."

"I will continue to take medicine and exercise, and I should be able to accompany you and mom for many more years..."

When he spoke the last part, his voice was choked up.

"What, it's shrunk? Great!"

"I know that this folk recipe of Gastrodia elata, safflower, walnut and pig brain soup is definitely useful..."

On the other end of the phone, Father and Mother Xia cheered uncontrollably.

The joy that their son’s condition improved brought them far greater than “work” and “money”.

"No, listen to my explanation. It's the efficacy of the medicine. It has nothing to do with the pig brain soup!"

"Well, okay, okay, kid, as long as you are healthy, it doesn't matter whether you have a promising future or not. I'll be the chef, and we'll talk about it when you come back."

Father Xia was so excited that he had no time to listen to Xia Fan's protest.

"The host is happy, today everything is 50% off!"

"woo woo woo woo……"

Before hanging up the phone, I could vaguely hear my father's hearty roar and my mother's tears of joy.

"Oh, there's one more thing I almost forgot."

Turning over in bed, Xia Fan suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead.

"Hiss, even though it hurts a bit, I agreed after all..."

……

"Xia Fan: Crazy Friday, Xia Fan invites you to eat fried chicken. Click this link to receive a 'KKC Fried Chicken Burger' meal, delivered to your home..."

In the music department's work group, Xia Fan, who had been lurking since joining, suddenly sent a link with the advertising photo he shot at KKC.

This link is a collaboration between the food delivery app and KKC Burger, and you can remotely treat your friends to a fried chicken and burger meal.

However, this is probably the only order like Xia Fan’s that is so generous as to order nearly a hundred copies at one time.

"Shi Jiurang: What is this? Xiafan Producer, did you visit some small website and get a virus?"

"Koji Sakamoto: Thank you for the fried chicken burger from Teacher Xiafan. Teacher Xiafan is very generous. I wish Teacher Xiafan many more girls and more hits!"

"Kawai Ryuichi: Well, even though I'm trying to lose weight recently, I can't refuse free fried chicken and hamburgers."

In addition to those who replied to the message, dozens of people who were lurking along also silently received the packages in Xia Fan's link.

"Fujiwara Saburo: Wait, you suddenly treated me to fried chicken and hamburgers, are you..."

Some producers, recalling the "joke" of that day, couldn't help but feel some doubts.

"Yamazaki Hiroshi: That's right, after you left today, the song by the producer who descended to earth was successfully selected as the last candidate song as the theme song of "Cursed Blade"!"

After Section Chief Yamazaki silently received a takeaway, he proudly announced it in the group.

"Ishikyuu-jo: What, he got selected? It's amazing that you can satisfy such a picky director Haruo..."

"Iwashiro Taro: It's been less than a month since 'Sakura' was released, and you've already written another song that's above your standard?"

"Yokoyama Tetsu: Teacher Shimon is too productive. How are we, the old guys who have been 'picking our feet' for half a year, going to survive?"

This news was like a bomb thrown into a pond, which blew out a group of producers who had participated in the submission and made them howl in the group.

"Yoshihiro Kishimoto: I am glad to hear that Mr. Xia has a new work. I am very honored and look forward to hearing good news."

But not long after, a strange avatar sent an outdated and brief congratulatory message in the group...

I also picked up a fried chicken hamburger takeaway meal.

The originally lively work group suddenly became quiet as if it had been splashed.

"Master Kishimoto, when did you join the group? No, considering his length of service, he should have been there from the beginning..."