Chapter 280: What Kind of Style Do You Like?
“Let’s not talk about this.” At this moment, Jiang Tong shook her head slightly and said to Song Chengjun, “I won’t become a celebrity.”
“Why? Senior, don’t you want to be a singer? Don’t you want to earn money?” Song Chengjun asked immediately. He could not understand Jiang Tong’s thoughts.
“There are many things that are not as you imagine.” Jiang Tong’s voice slowed down, and then she smiled and did not explain further. “Senior, do you have something on that old man?” Song Chengjun immediately asked. Song Chengjun’s eyes widened. It was not that he was imaginative, but there were many strange things that could not be explained. This was the most reasonable explanation he could think of.
From a psychological point of view, the first impression a person gave was very important, and Song Chengjun’s first impression of Zhou Jingyun was very bad. When a person felt that another person was terrible, he would think of the other person as bad.
“Senior, that old man threatened you, didn’t he?” Song Chengjun asked again.
“No, it’s really not. Can we not talk about this?” Jiang Tong felt helpless and wanted to change the topic, but Song Chengjun slammed the table and said, “Senior, don’t change the topic. Although you’re a woman, you can still be independent!
“It’s really not what you think.” Jiang Tong massaged her temple and smiled at Song Chengjun. Song Chengjun did not believe her and continued, “Senior, don’t force yourself to smile. You’re always pretending to be relaxed and always smiling. I understand you!” Song Chengjun’s expression changed when he said this. He finally understood what it meant to force a smile. Although Jiang Tong looked happy and relaxed, no one knew the pain she was feeling.
“Let’s talk about the songs. Are you looking for me to buy songs?” Jiang Tong didn’t respond to Song Chengjun’s words and forcefully brought the topic back.
“Right, buy songs! Senior, I apologize to you for what happened yesterday. You didn’t come to trick me. It’s my fault. Your song is worth 100,000 dollars! No, it’s worth a million!” As expected, Song Chengjun’s attention was drawn back to her.
In the next ten minutes, Song Chengjun was fully engrossed in discussing music with Jiang Tong. He would praise her from time to time, praising her song, ‘Medicine’. Although his praise was sincere, it was also intentional. He wanted to make Jiang Tong happy. He came with the mentality of begging Jiang Tong, hoping that she would sell him a song. He was also afraid that Jiang Tong would make things difficult for him because of what happened yesterday. Song Chengjun really, really wanted to sing a song that would make him famous! This had been his dream for many years!
Song Chengjun was still complaining to Jiang Tong during the conversation. He talked about how difficult it had been for him all these years, how he had persisted, how he had been defeated again and again, how many songs he had released but were not accepted by the public, and so on.
“Senior, can you write a song for me?” At the end of his sentence, Song Chengjun looked at Jiang Tong pitifully. This was a very lethal expression because Song Chengjun was too good-looking!
“A hundred thousand!” Jiang Tong announced the price with a smile.
“Alright, I’ll pay!” Song Chengjun immediately agreed.
“Also, I want 50% of the profits from the songs,” Jiang Tong said again. Her words were not only demanding an exorbitant price, they were simply a dream and whimsical one! Even the world’s top songwriters and composers would not dare to ask for such a price!
“Sure, no problem!” Song Chengjun agreed without a second thought. He wanted to be a singer, not to earn money. He did not care how much money a song could earn, as long as it could make him famous.
“Then it’s a deal. Give me a pen and a piece of paper…” Jiang Tong said to Song Chengjun. Song Chengjun hurriedly took out a small notebook and a black carbon pen and passed them to Jiang Tong with a smile. Jiang Tong flipped to the blank page and was about to write when she stopped. She raised her head and smiled at Song Chengjun, “What style do you want the song to be?”
“Ah?” Song Chengjun was taken aback. He blinked his big eyes, then frowned in confusion. “Can I still choose? Senior, how many songs have you written in total?”
“Just tell me what you like. I’ll write it for you now. I’ll be quick,” Jiang Tong said, and then smiled.
“On the spot? So fast?” Song Chengjun was shocked. He was willing to pay 100,000 dollars for a song and even give up 50% of the profits. He definitely wanted to buy a good song of high quality. Even if it could not reach the level of ‘Medicine’, it would at least be a little popular. He was mentally prepared for this. But Jiang Tong wanted him to choose the style of the song and she was going to write it on the spot? And very quickly at that?
