Young people with light music will not encounter lonely rock music

The smile on Michiko Goto's face gradually disappeared.

Goto Ichiri stayed there and suddenly understood the real reason why his mother invited Hikaru.

......

...

In the car going home, Kotobuki Hikaru was so excited that he forgot about his sleepiness, and began to dream about how he should spend the New Year.

However, the short-term excitement still couldn't completely dispel the sleepiness. When he finally returned home, Kotobuki didn't even bother to eat lunch, so he returned to his room and flopped down on the bed.

Even without taking off her clothes, Kotobuki Hikaru could hardly resist the sudden sleepiness.

However...

When you are about to fall asleep, it is most difficult to resist sleepiness.

Drop drop-

The phone in Qinbuki's pocket suddenly rang.

"Who... at this time."

Kotobuki Mitsuru's mobile phone never received a call for a long time, and there were only a few people in his address book.

Seeing the caller ID on the phone screen, Kotobuki was surprised, and then clicked the answer button a little irritably.

"Yo, boy."

The voice on the other end of the phone came from an uncle who had no sense of boundaries.

"What's the matter? What's the matter...Mr. Maezawa?"

The one who came here was Mr. Producer, who had almost no contact after the album was made.

"What are you doing?"

"sleep."

"High school students are really happy... Obviously the social worker here worked overtime until late at night on Christmas Day, relying on energy drinks and coffee to survive, and has been busy until now, but you are still lying in bed at this time? "

"Mr. Maezawa is not the only one who is busy late at night. I have just laid down on the bed and haven't even taken off my clothes."

Kotobuki Mitsuru said angrily.

Generally speaking, when you are in a business relationship like this, the conversation should be very polite and speak in a consistent manner.

Kotobuki Hikaru and Maezawa were indeed like that at the beginning, but after getting familiar with each other, they no longer needed honorifics when speaking in anger.

"What can you be busy with? Play mobile games for money?"

"I don't play that kind of thing..."

"But... on Christmas Eve, a high school student shouldn't be spending the whole night making love with his girlfriend."

"..."

Qinbukiguang frowned and couldn't help but fell into silence.

However, such silence also caused the person on the phone to fall into it.

"No way - damn, how can you be so happy..."

"So, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up first. I don't want uncle's teasing to take up my precious sleep time."

Kotobuki Hikaru immediately ended the embarrassing topic.

"Wait—wait a minute—! Of course I'm calling because of business."

"Let the fart go."

When he was disturbed when he was about to fall asleep, Kotobuki Hikaru could even say such vulgar words.

"Ahem...the first-day sales of your band's album have been calculated."

"Eh....?"

Kotobuki Hikaru's sleepiness was instantly swept away again.

Ah...I almost forgot about such an important thing.

"How much...how much?"

Even when I spoke, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"As of [-] o'clock last night, the statistics of physical album sales were [-] copies..."

This guy is working so late, probably because he is trying to calculate album sales data...

"Oh..."

Kotobuki just made a dull sound.

"Eh...are you not surprised at all?!"

"No, no... Even I know that this data is very scary... It's just because some of it is beyond my expectations, and some of it can't be believed..."

Qinbukiguang sat up from the bed and pressed his eyebrows. "Mr. Maezawa, are you lying to me?"

"I won't lie about this kind of thing. Our entire company is very excited. The boss has already arranged for us to go to a nightclub together... Ahem, in short, this is completely incredible for an independent band's first album. The data... This is higher than the total sales of an album by many bands with several years of activity experience. Moreover, this is only the sales statistics of physical albums. Those digital albums through online channels need to wait for music websites to send them. The data cannot be calculated yet.”

"Oh... you are indeed Mr. Maezawa, a senior music producer."

Kotobuki himself felt a bit elated.

"This is the time when you know how to flatter me... I am self-aware. All of this is the result of your own efforts. I only account for a small part."

"Even so...thank you very much."

"In short, you should be prepared to become famous overnight. If the data is so high on the first day, of course you will continue to find the media to promote it. There are many record stores that have insufficient supply, and the data will definitely blow out again in the future. ...I have contacted the manufacturer to step up production. The original order of [-] yuan is definitely not enough."

"Oh...thank you for your hard work."

Even the word you is used.

This matter...should be told to everyone in the band immediately.

Hong Xia and the others will definitely be very happy...

Chapter 249 I’m not interested in money

In the office of the record company JAC.

The clothes on his body have not been changed for several days, and Maezawa, who is very concerned about his image, has stubble on his cheeks. If this continues, he may feel that he is about to become a weird uncle.

The office was in a mess. Documents were being sent to the fax machine from time to time. A4 paper overflowed from the slot of the fax machine. The table was full of garbage. There were all kinds of discarded documents on the floor. There was no place to put them. .

Since taking over and ending the band, Maezawa has moved into a separate office, making many colleagues jealous.

Although it is said to be an independent office, it is actually just a small cubicle. It is the kind of luxury office with a sofa and coffee table for receiving guests, blinds hanging inside the glass, and someone specializing in making tea, just like the general manager of the company. There's no comparison.

Even if there is no one dedicated to cleaning for yourself, working in the office is not as comfortable as working in the public area outside.

However, for Maezawa, he is very satisfied to be treated like this.

Physical records have no future. Sooner or later, they will be forgotten like vinyl records. This is almost a foregone conclusion.

Those who still persist in this industry are the weavers before the loom, the telegraph operators before the telephone was popularized, and the cavalry who were easily defeated by thermal weapons.

In the past few years, the company's performance has begun to decline. The quality of tea in the president's office has begun to decline. Every year, layoffs are laid off to reduce salary expenses. In fact, there were rumors that the company was going to be acquired some time ago.

Employees within the company began to feel panic, fearing that they might be the next batch to be laid off.

However, during this period, the company became busier again than it had in a long time.

It's like a stone was smashed into stagnant water. From the company management to the grassroots sales department, they have been working overtime for a long time.

Maezawa is one of them.

click-

"Maezawa-kun, the president invites you to go to his office."

While Maezawa was still thinking about how much project bonus he would get this time, his office door suddenly opened.

There wasn't even a knock on the door.

Maezawa frowned slightly, followed the sound, and saw a beautiful figure.

Wearing a low-cut OL uniform, both her chest and buttocks were tightly outlined by the fabric, as if she was wearing clothes one size too small. Her legs wrapped in black stockings made people unable to take their eyes away. The red color There were some traces of water stains on the high heels.

"Ah...it's Secretary Fukada."

The woman in front of me is the president's personal secretary.

Although he is said to be a secretary, he only does the work of delivering messages and serving tea and water.

And there is another thing that everyone in the company knows.

The secretary in front of her is actually the president's lover who is hiding from his wife.

She is also a woman who knows how to use her appearance as a weapon.

"Why does Maezawa-kun look so sad? He has obviously achieved such excellent results, and even other departments have begun to celebrate their success."

The woman put down the folder that was hugging her chest without any trace, covering the ravine in her chest, put her hands behind her back, and puffed out her chest.

The smile on his face seems to be able to attract people's soul, and the pupils under the frameless eyes are so deep that they seem to be able to capture people's hearts.

"I've been extremely busy lately... I've been working overtime for so long, and I haven't even been home on weekends."

Maezawa spread his hands and pointed at his desk.

The table is covered with paper cups printed with the company’s coffee shop downstairs.

Classic Americano, no sugar.

He didn't like drinking coffee, which was so bitter, but in order to cheer himself up, Maezawa poured countless cups into his stomach during this period. If not, he would even go to the company toilet to take a cigarette. He doesn't have much time to smoke, so he won't spend money to make himself suffer.

"Giggle... After all, Maezawa-kun is the person in charge of this project. You have worked really hard. It is normal to have a sad face. But when the bonus is distributed, Maezawa-kun will definitely be laughing from ear to ear, right?"

"Bonuses..."

Maezawa couldn't help but think of the phone call he just hung up.

"I'm not interested in money."

"?"

The woman in front of him was stunned for a moment.

This guy... is a hopeless idiot.

It's not like an intern who has just entered the workplace and is able to work hard without any regard for rewards because of his passion, how could he say such words that make people think he is mentally retarded.

"Mr. Maezawa is really a dreamer. Is it possible that Mr. Maezawa is working for his dream? It's really admirable."

Although she was thinking about whether this guy was an idiot, the woman still had a sweet smile on her face and exchanged casual greetings.

"Haha... You don't need to take such stupid words seriously. I'm just imitating what others say."

Maezawa stood up from his chair and smoothed down his hair, which was as scattered as a chicken coop.

"Who on earth would say such a thing? He must be an idiot."

The woman teased in a joking tone.

"Yeah, definitely a big idiot."

Maezawa just smiled bitterly.

However, if it were anyone else, Maezawa would definitely ridicule him mercilessly.

But if it's that guy... maybe he really isn't interested in money.

"The guy who ended the band, the guy named Qinbuki, obviously us adults were getting excited, but he didn't seem to care at all, even how much money he and I would make from this album. , he was completely indifferent... and said such stupid things."

"Kotobuki?"

As the president's secretary, Fukada relies on more than just his face.

Although her professional ability in serious work is not excellent, she has absolute confidence in dealing with people.

At least, she would remember everything the president said very clearly.

She vaguely remembered that the president seemed to have mentioned the surname Kotobuki...and was very respectful when talking about it.