When she first sang that bad song, neither the company nor herself had too much expectations. So the company did not make any packaging, but just posted the song "Good Brother" online, along with those shoddy online dance music.

However, it unexpectedly became fired.

In the domestic music scene, the sales of physical albums began to shrink. "Good Brother" did not release any genuine albums at all, but made a big profit by selling ringtones.

The company was greatly encouraged and arranged a series of similar "explosive dance music" for Chang Wen, which would do whatever she could brainwash. And with the reputation of the first popular song, starting from the second song, she could also shoot MVs for her.

However, because of the music style, she wore cool and even exposed clothes in MV, put on hot makeup, and danced hotly. The company also arranged plastic surgery for her.

Once MV was launched, it became popular. Of course, the videos that were spread online for free cannot bring any direct benefits, but with this fame, you can go around and make money by doing business performances. Although a lot of the profits were taken away by the company, Chang Wen's annual income has reached millions.

After that, one after another, the “Divine Song” allowed her to stand firm in places like square dances and big sales…

After chatting here, Chang Wen smiled bitterly: "When I first started to be popular ten years ago, I had arguing with senior executives of the company and wanted to change the singing path and sing the songs I wrote myself. I still remember what the senior executive said. He said, I am just a little girl who has not grown up, and I can't see the sky and the earth clearly and the market demand. He also said, "I won't blame me for confronting him in person, because I will not be so naive in the future and will apologize to him."

Pei Ningle couldn't help asking, "Did you apologize to him?"

Chang Wen nodded: "I apologized when I got the share of the ringtone, the check of one million yuan."

Wang Heng didn't say anything, but felt a little heavy. The atmosphere in the lounge seemed to have become much more depressing.

Chang Wen suddenly took out a pack of high-end cigarettes, pulled out one from it, and lit it with a lighter in his mouth.

She took a sip and continued, "I can't blame others. After seeing the money, even I made the same choice. It's very tiring to write songs, really tiring. What I need to do in the company is just singing bad songs written by others, dancing nightclub-style dances, and then sitting and collecting money. Even if I go to commercial performances across the country, it's very easy. I don't need to worry about the effect of singing, and it doesn't matter if I lip-sync it. Not many people care about this. Everyone just wants to listen to the most popular and popular divine songs, see the person who sang the divine song, take a photo and show it off, that's all."

Pei Ningle suddenly asked, "Then do you feel regretful now?"

Chang Wen stared at the misty smoke rising in her hand and whispered: "It's meaningless to say that you regret it or not. What they said is indeed true. The music market back then was like that. The most popular one was Hong Kong and Taiwan music, followed by the trend of talent shows. I am not a Hong Kong and Taiwan native, and I haven't caught up with the talent show. If I want to be a talent show, I can only sing the divine song. If I don't do this, I will starve to death and have no other choice."

Pei Ningle: "Then do I have another choice now?"

Chang Wen looked at the petite girl and suddenly laughed: "To be honest, I don't know. I feel that the direction of the wind has changed a little in the past two years. There are more fans who pay attention to original music, so there are people like Yan Sheng who write articles. Ten years ago, this kind of self-media that focuses on independent musicians could not exist at all."

Wang Heng interrupted: "There was no self-media ten years ago. Although there were blogs, there were too few audiences."

Chang Wen nodded, her eyes still fixed on the girl's face, and continued, "I don't know if you will be able to make a comeback if you continue singing, but I hope you don't give up. Even if there is a shortcut in front of you, don't give up, don't throw away your own songs. Of course, I, a person who killed my original intention, advised you to stick to your original intention, which seems a bit selfish..."

"I don't think there is anything selfish," Pei Ningle interrupted, "and no matter what you say, I would have to continue."

Chang Wen was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed: "When I quarreled with company executives, my eyes were the same as you are now."

Pei Ningle blinked and didn't say anything. The girl felt that although the queen of the Divine Song in front of her refused to admit it, she must have regretted it countless times over the years.

It’s just that those regrets cannot resist the power of the check.

Chang Wen took a deep breath of cigarettes and slowly exhaled: "So, I want to support you. Don't be polite to me. This is not a charity, but I want to see a stubborn girl who can persevere."

Pei Ningle tilted his head: "Why should I be polite to you? You want to give me money, why should I refuse?"

Chang Wen was stunned for a moment, patted her legs and laughed: "Hahahaha... well said, that's what it should be!"

———

Chang Wen is gone.

The next day, she had the arrangements for commercial performances, so she naturally couldn't stay in Rongdu for too long. What she left for Pei Ningle was the 100,000 yuan in the bank card and a contract with nearly zero binding effect.

She was originally a follower of Yansheng's official account, and now she has also followed Pei Ningle's domain music account. In the future, as long as Pei Ningle publishes a new song, she can hear it.

There is also an agreement in the contract that in the future, Pei Ningle can get 50,000 yuan from her for every original song published.

For a divine song queen like Chang Wen, the expense of a mere 100,000 or 50,000 is just a drop in the bucket. However, for an original musician like Pei Ningle, this funding contract is equivalent to a timely help.

After completing the contract, Wang Heng returned to school and continued to tutor his roommates for math.

In his room, looking at the freshly released contract and the transfer text messages on his mobile phone, Pei Ningle made two calls with joy.

After all, if there is something good, you always have to share it with your friends!

When the first call was called, Pei Ningle happily said, "Hey, Xiaoxuan? Have you ever returned to Rongdu... Oh, I arrived the day before yesterday. Let me tell you that I am also a sponsored musician!"

Han Yixuan opposite the phone was a little puzzled: "Sponsorship? Did Wang Heng pay for you again?"

Pei Ningle: "He is an agent, not a sponsor. You must not think of who he is..."

I don’t know which 'sister' he thought of, Han Yixuan’s voice suddenly became nervous: “Who is it?”
Chapter completed!