The perfect future of rebirth

In fact, the two choices given by Mu Qingwan already included all the possibilities of the whole matter.

The former is tough to the end, while the latter is mainly Huairou.

More importantly, she gave herself the power to choose, so that she would neither embarrass herself nor cause dissatisfaction in the company.

Thinking of this, He Yunzhi gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice: "With our ability, how long can we block Li Jian and that Zhao Fusheng?"

Mu Qingwan shrugged: "It's hard to say, but I still have some friends in this circle. At least, if Li Jian leaves Qingcheng Culture, it will be very difficult for him to release another album, and it is impossible for him Another chance to perform on stage.”

After all, having been immersed in the entertainment industry in Beijing for many years, especially the music industry, Mu Qingwan still has a bit of energy.

For example, the leader of the campus song, Ao Dasong, and the group of old foxes, she is very familiar with, and even has a good relationship with Ao Dasong. When she was able to recruit Li Jian, it was Ai Dasong who made a bridge. After all, Ao Dasong This person, among the campus singers, can be regarded as a leading brother-level existence.

"As for that Zhao Fusheng..." Mu Qingwan hesitated for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "To be honest, I don't have any information about him in my hand. Qingqing's side is also angry with me about this matter, so unless he takes the initiative to enter The entertainment industry, otherwise we have nothing to do with him, at most, according to the copyright agreement, this "Prose Poem Written by Father" is not allowed to be published within a few years."

No way, this is the stipulation of the copyright agreement. The seller has the right to repurchase the copyright of the work according to the agreement, but according to the rules, the repurchase of the copyrighted work is not allowed to be resold within a maximum of five years.

Therefore, few people would care about this provision, because both the seller and the buyer are actually reluctant to part with those five years.

Unexpectedly, he met Zhao Fusheng who didn't care about time.

Gritting her teeth, He Yunzhi made a decision......

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Chapter 144 Amway

The losers in life are nothing more than doing two things: using their own mouth to interfere with other people's lives, and secondly relying on other people's brains to think about their own lives.

Even Zhao Fusheng did not expect that the script of the matter would be so dramatic.

Many things come to people when they don't need them, but when they are needed, they can't get them anyway.

When he received a call from Li Jian, he was in a daze.

"What did you say?"

Zhao Fusheng held the phone in surprise, completely unable to believe it.

"I just received a call from Mr. Mu. She said that the company decided to return the "Prose Poem Written by Father" to you, and terminated the contract with me in advance." Li Jian said with a wry smile.

"Cancellation?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned, and then thought of an important question: "In other words, are they going to back down?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect Mr. He to be really tough." Li Jian sighed, even he himself didn't expect He Yunzhi to be so tough, so he directly chose the most unexpected path .

"Hehe, I think highly of her." Zhao Fusheng showed a contemptuous smile.

If He Yunzhi chooses to compromise, Zhao Fusheng can still admire her for being able to bend and stretch, she is a material for doing business.But she chose to treat herself so toughly, in Zhao Fusheng's view, it was undoubtedly the most stupid behavior.

"Look high?" Obviously, Li Jian didn't quite understand what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked, "Do you think it is necessary for her to do this?"

"This is normal. After all, this incident is rare in the circle, especially for Qingcheng Culture. My behavior is tantamount to threatening them." Li Jian said suspiciously. In his opinion, he and Zhao Fusheng's behavior was actually quite risky. In the music circle, threatening the record production company was like digging one's own grave.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to correct Li Jian's concept: "Do you know what maturity is?"

Mature?

Li Jian was puzzled, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively said to Zhao Fusheng: "Maturity is a very cruel thing, it represents the youth running in the sunset, the dream that disappears in life..."

"Brother, I'm not one of those literary young women." Zhao Fusheng interrupted angrily: "To be mature is to follow certain rules and do things instead of following your own preferences."

Li Jian was silent. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that Zhao Fusheng's words made sense.

"So you mean that He Yunzhi's behavior is not what a mature businessman should do?" Li Jian is not an idiot. Being admitted to Tsinghua University means that he is one of the top students in the country. In other words, Even if people stop playing music, they can still have a bright future.

Sometimes it makes people feel helpless to think about it. Many people want something they are willing to fight for all their lives, but others abandon it like a shoe. It can only be said that people are more popular than people.

"That's right, the ultimate goal of a mature businessman is to make money. Before the principled issue of national justice is not involved, all conflicts can be sat down and negotiated." Zhao Fusheng held the phone and changed to a comfortable one. Lying on the bed, he talked eloquently to Li Jian: "At least, whether it's your request or my attitude, it's actually not a problem in the mall. Asking prices, sitting on the ground and paying back the money, this sentence It has existed since ancient times. But why He Yunzhi chose to treat us toughly, the reason is very simple, she wants to maintain her pride and save face."

People sometimes have some intuitions for no reason, such as the sixth sense. For a thing, there is no evidence in hand, but they firmly believe that it is about to happen.

Li Jian suddenly had this kind of premonition now, because he felt that Zhao Fusheng would definitely reach a very high position in the future, even if only because of his few words, it proved that this guy who was still in his junior year Guy, it seems that he already has a mentality comparable to that of many experienced shopping mall old fritters.

Although this feeling was inexplicable, Li Jian still felt that his feeling was right.

"Fusheng, things are not as simple as you think, this circle has always been such a rule, artists in front of the production company..." Li Jian hesitated, but decided to remind Zhao Fusheng a few words.

"The production company represents the capital, and the artist is just a tool for them to make money, right?" Zhao Fusheng said in a deep voice before Li Jian finished speaking.

Li Jian was taken aback, then nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, that's the truth, so Mr. He's attitude is very normal, and I can guarantee that, don't look at the polite way of terminating the contract now, once I leave Qingcheng Culture, then They will definitely use the energy in the entire circle to block me. Even, including you."

"Me?" Zhao Fusheng's tone became more relaxed: "I don't intend to enter the entertainment circle, why should she block me?"

"Hey?"

At that moment, Li Jian felt that he was all bad, and after a long time of trouble, he was the only one who was the unlucky one, right?

"Do you think that you are the only one who is unlucky?" Zhao Fusheng seemed to know what Li Jian was thinking at this moment, and asked with a smile.

Li Jian nodded and didn't go around in circles: "I always feel like I was tricked into it by you kid."

Zhao Fusheng laughed loudly: "Brother Li, have you ever considered what kind of song is suitable for you?"

Hearing this question, Li Jian was immediately stunned, and remained silent for a long time.

In fact, when Zhao Fusheng saw Li Jian for the first time, he was also confused, because in his memory, this person should not be famous at this time, but two years later.

But following the conversation with Li Jian during the arrangement, Zhao Fusheng suddenly discovered that Li Jian's life trajectory had changed before he appeared.

In 1, Li Jian, who entered the Electronics Department of Tsinghua University, served as the monitor of the class.During the period, he formed a team with his classmates and won No.[-] in the first campus song contest held by the school.He also plays accompaniment for nine bands on campus because of his beautiful classical guitar.At the same time, he is also a member of the school choir and often performs on stage as a soloist.In the same year, he won the first prize in the capital university student solo competition.In [-], he won the Gold Award for the simulcast of songs for college students in the [-]th studio of CCTV.In [-], Li Jian graduated from university, entered the university, and became a network engineer.In the end, after working for less than a year, he resigned from his job in the iron rice bowl and started his own music career.

Later, he and another alumnus of his formed a band and released an album. Until this summer, the two parted ways due to differences in music concepts.

In Li Jian's own words, he likes a quieter style of music, while his partner prefers rougher rock content, and the two had a huge disagreement over this.

This is why, after seeing the song "Prose Poems Written by Father", Li Jian couldn't put it down. He really likes this style of music.

Zhao Fusheng's words were like a firefly, instantly lighting up Li Jian's thoughts. He realized that Qingcheng culture was no different from Shuimu Nianhua to him. If he still wanted to sing so-called pop music, why should he leave Shuimu? What about age?

"It seems that Brother Li, you already understand what I mean." Zhao Fusheng smiled.

"Understood, but you still didn't explain, why did you bring me in?" Li Jian asked in a deep voice.

He is not an idiot, on the contrary, he is a talent with high IQ, so naturally he cannot be easily fooled by Zhao Fusheng.