Uncle Liu subconsciously didn’t believe it.
But these kinds of things, which can never be verified by science, are often passed from mouth to mouth.
Standing in front of him, Tang Gu felt very uneasy and said, "Uncle Liu, I don’t know the specifics, but it’s definitely that bad woman causing trouble. Many of the things she’s done have nothing to do with me, I was just being used," Tang Gu regretted his past actions and was in deep distress, "Now that she’s done using me, she doesn’t care about me at all. I’m... I’m... barely surviving now, please... please help me, Uncle Liu!"
Uncle Liu’s gaze fell on the object in Tang Gu’s hand, "What’s that?"
With a joy that bordered on madness, as if he had grasped a lifeline, Tang Gu exclaimed, "This is my song, my new song! I’ve spent over half a year pouring my heart into writing it, I was planning to enter the finals with it, but who knew..."
Who knew he’d be discarded halfway through the journey.
Uncle Liu said, "Let me have a look."
Tang Gu hesitated for a moment before cautiously reminding him, "Uncle Liu, I need money."
Uncle Liu laughed, "Would you be short of money in my presence?"
Relieved, Tang Wu hurriedly handed it over.
Uncle Liu plugged the USB drive into the computer and after carefully examining its contents, his expression grew increasingly serious, "Did you really write this?"
Although there were demos and sheet music on it, as well as her handwritten drafts and lyrics, Uncle Liu always felt that Tang Gu couldn’t possibly have written a song .
Tang Gu nodded hastily, "I wrote it, I have confidence that if you support these two songs, I can definitely make a successful comeback!"
Tang Gu was inwardly drumming up his courage.
He thought it was utterly fanciful.
With his checkered past, if he were to make a comeback, it would just invite scorn.
But Senior Sister had told him to say it that way, so Tang Gu dared only to try according to her words.
As expected, Uncle Liu, upon hearing Tang Gu’s words, laughed scornfully as if he had heard a joke, "Tang Gu, oh, I mean, Guo Feifei, do you think you’re still the same Little Tang Wu as before? Do you think, with two songs as good as these, you’re more likely to have a hit or a flop if you’re the one singing them?"
Guo Feifei’s face showed her unwillingness when she heard this, "But, I wrote these two songs, no one knows better than I do how they should be sung!"
"Singing, huh," Uncle Liu smiled, "what need is there for understanding? Just sing according to the music, isn’t that right?"
"Five million, to buy your creative rights and the rights to your name, how about it?"
Guo Feifei was startled.
Were her two songs really worth that much?
Guo Feifei didn’t speak, her face a picture of shock and uncertainty.
Uncle Liu sneered, "Not enough? Six million."
Guo Feifei licked her lips, "Then... who will sing them?"
"That’s none of your business," Uncle Liu smiled, "what matters is that they’re no longer written by you. They have nothing to do with you from now on. If you have more next time, I’ll add two million for each song, how about it?"
Guo Feifei was frightened, speaking hesitantly, "So, that’s... five... five million for one song?"
Uncle Liu was pleased with her reaction and nodded, "But if a word of today’s matter leaks out..."
"I won’t, I won’t, definitely not!" Guo Feifei quickly assured, "Absolutely not!"
Saying this, she stepped forward, "I have backups!"
Then, with a greedy expression, she said, "Give me the money first, I’ll destroy all the backups, okay?"
Money can indeed make the devil turn the mill.
Shi Mei: Everything is within my predictions~
Good morning, all you little fairies voting