"Ah, it turns out that you are the manager, young lady. This is really humiliating." Wen Yan's face turned around, and naturally he would not feel embarrassed:

"Sister manager, I think there are loopholes in your payment system. You need to report it to your leaders."

"Hey, look at the serious workers, and the company allows them to advance their wages in advance. Can't we musicians settle the song royalties in advance? This is discrimination, blatant discrimination."

"Mr. Wen, our music chart always respects musicians very much." The customer service manager said helplessly: "I will report it to the superiors as appropriate."

"Then you must hurry up. I'm so poor now that I can't even take the blame. If you wait until the 12th of next month to remit the money, you'll have to burn the copyright fees to me."

Wen Yan did not forget to explain the process of burning paper: "Remember to burn it at midnight, and draw a circle in front of my grave to tell the lonely ghosts around me that this is my copyright fee.

"

"Mr. Wen, can we talk about some earthly topics?" The customer service manager was offended by Wen Yan's chat, so she stopped being polite:

"Our music chart business does not include remittances from the underworld. If something happens to you, we will pay the copyright fees to your family. Please don't worry about this. Finally, I wish you..."

"I wish you a happy life." Wen Yan hung up the phone without waiting for the customer service manager to finish.

Wen Yan is not a maverick. If there is really no precedent for music charts to help musicians settle copyright fees in advance, he will naturally not make such a request to customer service.

But Fang Nanxuan had done it before. This was the "glorious deed" that Old Man Fang showed off to Wen Yan when he was chatting with him.

Fang Nanxuan, a man who made the music charts break the precedent and settle copyright fees in advance.

Looking at the hung up call, Wen Yan was not discouraged. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "It seems that I will be serious about my career in the future."

That's right, he will press the customer service to pay the royalties. In addition to the objective fact that he is short of money now, there is also some meaning in it to prove his self-worth.

The results obtained were also very touching. Although the music chart asked the customer service manager to be responsible for contacting him, it was impossible to settle the copyright fees in advance.

The layout is still not big enough!

He still has a long way to go before Fang Nanxuan becomes a celebrity.

Music chart, customer service department.

"Dududu." Listening to the blind tone coming from the earphones, the customer service manager slumped on his seat, the plumpness in front of him rising and falling, as if he had been knocked out by someone.

She bit her red lips and cursed fiercely: "This guy is just a bastard. Even if he makes excessive demands, he still dares to steal my lines?"

"Manager Sun, what's wrong with you?" The young customer service girl next to him asked thoughtfully: "Which musician's phone number is this? He's so mean-spirited that he made you so angry?"

"Wen Yan is the talented songwriter who is very popular on the Internet recently. I think he is not a genius but a weirdo. I have been working for more than ten years. Except for Fang Nanxuan, this is the first time I have encountered someone who calls for payment in advance."

Manager Sun frowned and said: "How can he be a musician? He is clearly a money-crazy. Can an official platform like the Music Chart still owe him royalties?"

It turned out to be my husband. Ever since she saw Wen Yan’s interview video, the customer service girl became a fan of Wen Yan because she simply liked his looks.

The customer service girl blinked with stars and helped explain:

"Maybe he is really short of money. After all, he is still young and does not have savings like veteran musicians. Moreover, young people's expenses are relatively large. Besides, it is not like we have never set a precedent like this..."

"Which side are you on?" Manager Sun was a little confused: "Can he compare with that weirdo in the music industry, Fang Nanxuan?"

This girl usually seems very smart and knows how to follow the leader's wishes. How will she help Wen Yan speak?

…

In the years.

"Crash."

It's been almost half an hour, but the sound of the shower in the bathroom still doesn't stop. Wang Luoqi is still taking a bath inside.

"Sister Luo Qi, are you okay?" Wen Yan urged inside.

After a few seconds of pause, Wang Luoqi's response came from inside:

"It will take a while. If you want to use the toilet, go upstairs."

"Oh, then you wash it slowly, I'm not in a hurry." Wen Yan lowered his head and continued to argue with Wu Hao through text messages.

He would urge Wang Luoqi loudly because he was worried about an accident. After all, the eldest sister used to take a bath within fifteen minutes.

Today is clearly beyond normal.

Looking at the bold idea sent by Brother Ritian on his phone, Wen Yan decisively chose to reject it. Who would be mentally retarded to share the same difficulties with him?

Wu Hao has been hanging out in the club for half a month, and has enjoyed royal service. Now he wants to use him as a shield. Isn't this a joke?

He, Wen Xiaoyan, is a good boy in the eyes of his elders. How could he get along with a prodigal like Wu Hao?

five minutes later.

"Squeak!" There was a noise in the bathroom. Wen Yan followed the sound and saw a picture of Luo Qi taking a bath.

At this time, Wang Luoqi, wearing a bathrobe that barely covered the outline of his thighs, slowly walked out of the bathroom. Looking from Wen Yan's perspective:

She wore pink sandals on her feet. Her feet were three-dimensional and round, and her toes were white and delicate. As her eyes moved upward, she could see the ivory luster and the curve of her slender, white calves.

As she walked, her bathrobe fluttered slightly, outlining her plump and plump figure, then the sudden curvature of her waist, and her pride that became fuller and fuller with age.

"Sister Luo Qi, what are you doing?" Wen Yan was a little confused, why did you come out wrapped in a bath towel?

"I promised to help you date Ye Qiuyan, but I definitely can't wear the sportswear I was wearing just now. Since I have to change into formal clothes later, I'm too lazy to change back and forth." Wang Luoqi rolled his eyes.

Are you sure you are not trying to seduce me? Looking at the eldest sister who exudes the charm of a royal sister, Wen Yan swallowed and spit.

"Sister Luo Qi, go and change your clothes quickly. Don't catch a cold later." Wen Yan calmly averted his gaze. If he looked any further, he would make a fool of himself.

"Oh, okay." Wang Luoqi turned around and walked upstairs. As she walked up the stairs, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

Huh, you little red guy with a thief heart but no courage, I am so greedy for you!

A few minutes later, Wang Luoqi changed into formal clothes and walked down. While tying her hair, she asked:

"Who were you talking to on the phone just now and chatting for such a long time?"

"It's Brother Hao. He said that his father has arrived in Shanghai today and asked us to come over for dinner tonight." Wen Yan didn't want Wang Luoqi to know about his glorious deeds of "debt collection."

"By the way, my mother prepared a gift for my uncle before she went on a business trip. It's in her room. I almost forgot if you didn't tell me."

Second floor, master bedroom.

Looking at the dazzling array of cosmetics in front of the dressing table, Wen Yan secretly smacked her lips. The old aunt was really willing to spend money on herself.

Picking up a bottle of beautifully designed care solution, the ignorant Wen Yan looked at Wang Luoqi who was looking for something in the cabinet and asked:

"Sister Luo Qi, how much does this cost?"

"Ten thousand."

"Fuck, it's so expensive?" Wen Yan quickly put it down.

"What about this one?" Wen Yan picked up another box of facial mask.

Wang Luoqi rolled his eyes: "Fuck me for one and a half..."

Sister Luo Qi, your persona of aloof female CEO is broken. Looking at the sweet-smelling eldest sister, Wen Yan moved his lips, but after all, he didn't cause trouble.

"Hey, what is this?" Wang Luoqi, who was looking for gifts this time, started to make a fuss.

She held a pink object in her hand, something like a hairdressing wand. After pressing the switch, it twisted slightly and made a "buzzing" sound.

Following the sound, Wen Yan almost fell down on the spot.

As a senior LSP, he may not understand cosmetics, but he knows this stuff.

I didn’t expect that the dignified old aunt would also...
Chapter completed!