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Chen Ning is a resolute woman.

When she picked up the phone, the audience fell silent.

The first sentence of her opening was straight to the point: "Old Sun, can your half-dead record company sell it?"

Li Feng, who was sitting across from Chen Ning, felt that he had been severely hit.

No, I'm here to sign someone..

I'm really here to sign someone!

But no matter how he shouted in his heart, facing the combination of Zhang Xiaojian and Chen Ning, he had more than enough energy.

Moreover, he is very familiar with the internal problems of Huating, and he understands that if the price is right, maybe Zhang Xiaojian will really become his boss.

The signer signs to the future boss, who will tell you about this?

Believe it or not, Chen Ning opened the public release.

Old Sun over there replied, "Why are you half dead? Huating is working very well."

Chen Ning curled his lips: "What a shit, have you signed up for a new generation of singers in the past few years? Those in the company can make a lot of money by running and acting alone. In this year, I have to talk about the fan economy. Who are those? If there is a fan economy, who has traffic? Don’t raise the price with me, whether you sell it or not."

Lao Sun: "...not Chen Ning, do you really want to buy?"

"It's not me, I'm a friend."

"Your friend? Is it reliable, how many can you drive?"

Zhang Xiaojian raised his eyebrows, and it seemed that there was a real drama. Buying Huating was a whim, but it was profitable and harmless, but he really didn't know the specific price.

Anyway, he didn't care about the number. The more he spent, the more points he spent. He was also afraid that Chen Ning would bargain too hard.

So what he was afraid of happened.

Chen Ning said, "If you say a price, you are all old acquaintances. If it doesn't work, you will find a professional team for evaluation."

Lao Sun: "...not Chen Ning, your friend is your friend, am I not your friend anymore."

"You are not as good as him and me."

Puff, everyone in the audience almost laughed.

This is too straightforward.

The old grandson over there was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "The price will not be discussed on the phone. If there is any intention, you can talk to each other."

Chen Ning was agile: "Okay, let's discuss it and call you at that time."

"Okay, when will you come back..."

"none of your business."

After speaking, Chen Ning hung up the phone, full of domineering.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Chen Ning and asked, "No, it's not good."

Chen Ning smiled: "There is nothing wrong with it. My first album was made by Huating. I played routines with me. Fortunately, I kept a mind in advance and didn't cause any loss. If I didn't scold him, I would save him face Am I good-spoken?"

So everyone looked at Li Feng.

Li Feng can't wait to find a seam to drill in now, what the hell is this today, why is his destiny like this...

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and took a bite of food, trying to pretend to be nonchalant.

Gu Jiahan, who was sitting next to him, smiled and said, "Producer Li, it's no wonder that you haven't been promoted to the management level in these years, and you don't have any insight."

Shi Jin, a member of the community here, immediately raised his glass: "Xiaojian, this is about to be the owner of the record company, brother, I will toast you."

Only then did Li Feng react.

I first met Zhang Xiaojian and didn't leave a bad impression. He is still sitting in his bar.

If a small sword really becomes the boss of Huating in the future, he is now in a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can he not flatter himself.

It's just that he is indeed a music player, so he only picked up the wine glass, and after hesitating for a long time without letting out half a fart, he had it with Zhang Xiaojian and Shi Jin.

I was secretly sighing that I was really stupid. He didn't say a word, but Li Feng didn't know that his clumsy cuteness made Zhang Xiaojian think that he was good and could be reused later...

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People who gradually became acquainted toasted more and more frequently.

The two wine barrels, Zhang Xiaojian and Chen Ning, were the leaders, but within an hour, a few people with a slightly lower drinking volume were already on the table.

"You can't drink, don't try to drink, if you can, let's continue." Zhang Xiaojian toasted again.

Of course, Shi Jin was a good general, mixing white beer, the redder his fat face, the more sober he seemed.

The topic was all over the world, and in the end, because there were so many musicians, it naturally returned to music.

When returning to music, Shi Jin slapped the table, wondering if he drank too much, and said for no reason, "Xiaojian, I told you that I was not a businessman with the same smell before."

Zhang Xiaojian asked back: "How to say?"

Shi Jin sighed secretly: "The bar I wanted to open at first is different from now."

Zhang Xiaojian frowned, not all bars were the same, so he asked, "What kind of bar do you want to open?"

Shi Jin beat the table: "I want to open a dream bar, the kind that does not make money, and provide the band with the best sound and equipment, so that every young man who has a dream and dares to perform on stage has a chance, and their reward It’s the money for drinks at the bar that day. What a shame, what a shame.”

As soon as he said this, Zhang Xiaojian's eyes lit up: "What a pity?"

"Unfortunately, it can't be maintained. At that time, the music scene was not as mature as it is now. Now there is a chance to do this, but I dare not anymore. After all, I am old."

"Old history turned out to be an idealist when he was young." Chen Ning toasted and drank a glass of wine.

She has been in the show business for too long, and she has seen all kinds of people. In the end, she discovered that her favorite is actually a silly idealist.

"Not ideal, not ideal, this thing can be achieved."

Zhang Xiaojian slapped the table: "Since it is a music scene, the bar is not good, it must be a square."

Gao Qingsong thought for a while and said: "It doesn't have to be a good location, it can be on the edge of the city. There are too many bands in the country that can't eat, and there are not a few capable ones. When the time comes for advertising and marketing, it will not cost much."

Chen Ning nodded: "Only low-alcohol wine is sold in the venue, and the price is a little higher than usual. If there are enough people, the band can take a lot in one night. As long as they can really make money, countless bands will Swarmed."

Anyway, Bai Yang said, "You can’t live without tickets. The price of the tickets is set as a symbol. If there are many bands singing in the evening, different bands are printed on the tickets. You must use tickets to buy alcohol. Use the tickets of that band to count that. The band’s income."

Old Shi listened to everyone you and I said like the truth, and quickly said: "Don't make trouble, the cost of the square is much more a day, so you can't pay for it."

Zhang Xiaojian thought, "It's good to lose money. The more you lose, the better." He clapped his hands: "Isn't it enough to buy a piece of land?"

So the audience fell into silence, and Zhang Xiaojian could say so easily, how much would a piece of land cost?

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Gu Jiahan: "The area in your rehearsal room is pretty good. It's not so far from the edge of the city. Just level the square behind you and build a square. Isn't it right to build a stage?"

Gu Jiahan had a mediocre amount of alcohol, and he drank a little too much. He replied in a daze, "Brother, I'm afraid Maize disagrees."