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"Huh, what's going on with this little shrimp? How did you secretly buy the copyright to Gu Ling'er's song?"

In Xiaoyun Music Conference Room, an old man knocked on the table and said angrily.

They were the first to react and took action right after the show ended. Unexpectedly, they were cut off by Xiao Xia in the end. Of course, they felt a bit unacceptable.

And according to the usual practice, several major companies should tacitly unite to lower the price. When Gu Ling'er can't hold on anymore, they will swarm in and wipe out everything. Who knows that this little shrimp doesn't play according to the routine.

The employee next to him said: "Xiaoxia has been at the bottom of the list in the past two years and has lost a lot of users. I guess it's because it's anxious."

"Anxious? How can being anxious break the tacit understanding that several companies have maintained for so long? By then all the singers will learn to wait for the price, and we will have to pay more in the future. This guy named Gao is really short-sighted."

"Did we push the shrimp too hard? They had to give it a try when they reached a desperate situation?"

The old man frowned and snorted: "Do you think you can turn around after just a few songs from Gu Ling'er? You are naive! Don't forget that Gu Ling'er itself cannot be protected now, and it might get messed up at some point."

The employees looked at the incompetent and furious chairman and sighed inwardly.

If people are confused, the songs will not be confused. Such a good song will not have much impact if it is used properly.

"At what price did Xiaoxia buy the copyright? Have you found out clearly?"

"I heard about it, [-]%."

The old man asked doubtfully: "Jiuyi? Impossible, right? Didn't the little goose get [-]% of the name without selling it? How did the little shrimp get [-]%?"

"No, it's Xiaoxia himself."

"What? Is Gao Qide crazy?" The old man asked in shock: "Do you want to increase the number of users to increase the stock price and then exit?"

This is the only reason, otherwise [-]% of the revenue would not even be enough to cover the cost.

After thinking about it, the old man laughed: "This guy is really funny. Does he treat others as fools? Well, let's see how you die, haha."

The old man smiled happily. This little shrimp music didn't even need to be taken action by himself. As long as it was given time, it would collapse on its own.

The same scene is also happening in other music companies.

They all agreed that Gao Qide had made a big mistake.

Shrimp, it’s over.

...

One afternoon passed quietly amid Gao Yu's hard work.

Ghost Blowing the Lamp has eight volumes and about 200 million words.

He has now written 100 million words.

The plot is already halfway through and we have entered the fifth volume, Ghost Blowing the Lamp: Huangpizi Grave.

Of course, most of these are archived manuscripts. He has only updated 60 words so far, and the plot is still in the third volume.

Today's Ghost Blowing Lantern is not only top-notch in Western Persimmons, but also a well-known work in the entire Internet.

More than 1000 million people are reading it, ranking first in the popularity list, and the monthly manuscript fee has exceeded 500 million. [We don’t know anything about Poujie, so we can only bite our fingers and guess. 】

Exit the data page and click on the draft box.

Gao Yu thought about it and decided to upload only one chapter. He was determined not to let readers develop the bad habit of reading two chapters.

The main reason is that enough has been exposed in the past two days. If Gao Yu is exposed again, he is afraid of arousing others' suspicion and causing unnecessary trouble.

...

At around five o'clock in the evening, Wen Wan came back.

"Sister Wan, are you back?"

"Ah."

She carried the ingredients and silently walked into the kitchen.

Frightened, Gao Yu quickly followed in.

"Sister Wan must be tired. I'll do it while you go and take a rest."

Wen Wan thought for a while and agreed to his request.

Soon, Gao Yu prepared the meal, and after the two of them finished eating.

Wen Wan said: "I'm going to take a shower first, you can do it later."

"Ah?" Gao Yu felt a little disappointed: "Oh, okay."

After the two of them finished taking a shower, Gao Yu returned to the bedroom and saw Wen Wan wearing tightly wrapped pajamas, lying on the bed and frowning at the phone screen.

So he asked curiously: "Sister Wan, why are you wearing pajamas today?"

When Wen Wan heard this, she glanced at him calmly and said with a smile: "I wear clothes to sleep every month, Ling'er, have you forgotten again?"

"Ah? No, how could I forget?" Gao Yu pretended to pick up the phone and look at it: "Today is No. 15! I forgot the date."

"You have such a bad memory!" Wen Wan shook her head helplessly.

"Ha...haha." Gao Yu smiled awkwardly, then lay down next to Wen Wan and asked, "Sister Wan, what did you do in Jinling today?"

Wen Wan moved inside and replied: "The Poetry Association has decided to hold a college exchange conference in Jinling. Let's arrange the venue first and make some preparations."

"Poetry Association? Communication between students?"

"Well, this time mainly some college students will participate. Let's see how good these new blood are."

"When will it be held?"

"In two months, we want to rent an ancient painting boat and hold it on the Qinhuai River. This is more poetic. Unfortunately, it is difficult to find one. It will take two months to rent one."

"That's it." Gao Yu shook his head. These guys are really idle.

I like to play the role of a literati and a poet.

"However, now that everything has been finalized, why is Sister Wan still looking sad?"

Wen Wan explained: "Well, when we were having dinner together at noon, a few respected seniors suddenly came to Yaxing and insisted on giving us association members a test. We were given a topic and asked us to write an ancient poem. Next Secondly, leave it to them for appreciation.”

"Ancient poetry?" Gao Yu became interested and asked, "What's the title?"

Wen Wan handed over the phone, and Gao Yu saw two big words on the screen at a glance.

"Li Chou?"

"Well, if you want to write poems about the feeling of separation, it can be about friends, parents, lovers, or even pets."

Gao Yu was surprised: "Isn't that very simple?"

"Simple? Poems are all written out of emotion. It's not like writing a novel in a foreign country. You can do whatever you want, not to mention there are restrictions on the topic? How can it be simple?"

"I think it's very simple. I have one here."

Gao Yu just wanted Wen Wan to go to bed early, so he decided to help her, otherwise she would have to squeeze in by herself, and she didn't know how long it would take to get out.

"Really? Then you can write it." Wen Wan didn't seem too surprised and handed the phone to Gao Yu.

"Are you writing on your mobile phone? Shouldn't you be waiting for me with pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

"What era is it? Besides, it's just a draft first."

"That's okay." Gao Yu took the phone and started typing.

Wen Wan tilted her head and watched quietly.

"Have you cut it yet? What a strange name for the word brand!"

Staring at the words typed by Gao Yu on the screen, Wen Wan said in surprise.

Gao Yu turned around and was face to face with Wen Wan in an instant.

He looked at Wen Wan's shy and delicate face close at hand, felt the fragrance of the girl's breath, and smiled bitterly: "What the hell kind of input method are you using? It's scary."

After speaking, he deleted the last word and typed it in a new font.

One cut plum!