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"You come alone?"

"That's right, it's just me."

“Boy, don’t brag to me.”

Song Ke disagreed.

Who can’t brag?

Let alone an album, even a popular song is not that easy to create.

​​It’s not like no one can do it by one person, but how can the quality be guaranteed?

If it’s so easy to arrange, then why does the company go to all the trouble to collect songs?

It is an indisputable fact that the power of an individual can never be greater than that of the collective.

"One month, you give me one month, I will come up with 5 songs. Then you will judge whether I am qualified or not!!"

Five songs a month, including lyrics and music.

It’s very difficult, but not impossible for anyone to complete.

For example, Milk Cha Lun, Wu Zongxian told him that he would help him release an album as long as he produced 50 songs.

Of course Wu Zongxian was joking, but Milk Tea Lun took it seriously and really handed over 50 demos after 10 days.

There is definitely an element of bragging in this story.

But with Milkcha Lun’s talent back then, writing two songs in one day was no problem.

In Song Ke’s eyes, he cannot be the next Wu Zongxian, and Wei Mu cannot be the next Milk Tea Lun.

However, he is willing to take a gamble.

"Okay!! I promise you, if you can come up with a work that satisfies me, we will talk about it then!!"

Lao Song left full of anger, along with the pale-faced little secretary.

Wei Mu sent them to the car and waved: "Old Song, see you in a month, remember to bring the contract~~~"

“Drive faster, drive faster!!”

Song Ke kept urging the driver, as if this could dispel the sound echoing in his ears.

"There is a speed limit on this road, so you can't go any faster."

The taxi driver looked fierce and looked like he would avoid strangers.

He is a true man from the capital, and he looks down on these pretentious Jingye the most.

Why are you pretending to be with me when you have two stinky rich people?!

​​ Will my Master Shanghai be afraid of your Master Jing?

You ask me to drive faster, but I won’t.

Song Ke was too lazy to vent his anger with a driver, so he had to close his eyes and rest.

After more than ten minutes, the little secretary saw that the other party had calmed down, and then spoke softly: "Boss, when are we going back to the capital? I can book a ticket."

Song Ke crossed his arms and replied angrily: "Book a flight for tonight."

He is 43 years old. He studied at Tsinghua University in the 1980s and went to the United States to study in the 1990s. He founded Maitian Music when he was less than 30 years old. Page (1/3)