The system invites me to be a teacher

After Lin Xiaoyu sang, Confucius and Mencius nodded.

Although she had some flaws in the scale conversion because of her first singing, Lin Xiaoyu still accurately grasped the essence of this song.

He smiled and asked, "How about it, if you don't like it, I will change you another one?"

Lin Xiaoyu instantly put the page in his pocket: "Satisfied, how can I be dissatisfied, I am very satisfied with these two songs."

Her words are not just talking. Before coming, her biggest expectation is to get a similar song.

After she understood the meaning of the first song "Love Sale", she was extremely satisfied. In her opinion, there can be no other songs in this world that fit her better than this one.

Unexpectedly, in less than ten minutes, she changed her perception again.

She sang the second song "Fahai You Don't Know Love", and the effect is not worse than the first.

But the meaning of this song has nothing to do with your own experience?

Suddenly, she realized something.

The music fit theory that I have summarized is good, but it is not completely accurate.

If you want to perform a good song, it may be indispensable to fit the music, but when a person's talent, experience, hard work, and experience reach a very high level, the influence of music fit will decline, and it may even be unnecessary.

This is why the world's top singers can be regarded as classics no matter what type of song they perform.

What was vague and unclear before suddenly became clear, Lin Xiaoyu instantly found the direction of future efforts.

Didi——

Your account has received a transfer of 500,000 yuan, please pay attention to check it!

Confucius and Mencius were taken aback: "Ms. Lin, is this amount of money wrong?"

Lin Xiaoyu smiled faintly: "Yes, I will pay 500,000 yuan to buy the copyright of your two songs."

"But we..."

Regarding the prices of these two songs, Confucius and Mencius had previously discussed with Lin Xiaoyu, but he did not expect that the other party would voluntarily increase the prices, and they would add so much.

Lin Xiaoyu interrupted him: "Did Mr. Kong forget that the 200,000 I mentioned is only the base price, which will be increased according to the quality of the song.

These two songs have far exceeded my expectations, and 500,000 I think it is a lot of cheap!"

Confucius and Mencius cannot be denied.

Knowing that Lin Xiaoyu wanted to buy songs with herself, Confucius and Mencius learned about the prices of songs on the market.

Like a normal song, it's worth a few thousand yuan, which is a little better than thirty or forty thousand.

One hundred thousand songs is considered a ceiling, and the price not only requires the top quality of the song, but also the composer has a high reputation.

Some people may think that 100,000 is not much, but it is the current status of the industry.

Music is different from novels and movies. With the popularization of the Internet, this art form has gradually eliminated the profit model of albums. It is basically impossible to make money from songs alone.

The income it brings to the singer is only its derivative value.

After the singer sings, as his reputation improves, he can receive more announcements, endorsements, and variety show invitations, and the appearance fee has increased to varying degrees.

But it has a prerequisite, that is, the song must be able to become popular, the more popular the higher the profit.

But anyone who knows a little about music knows that there are too many factors influencing whether a song can be popular, and metaphysics accounts for a large part of it.

Even the top singer in the world is not sure.

Don’t you see many emperor superstars being scolded as dogs for a broken song...

Lin Xiaoyu is not Confucius and Mencius. She didn't know that the songs that Confucius and Mencius produced had been tested by audiences in previous lives.

Even if she likes these two songs very much, there is no guarantee that it will be a big hit.

Therefore, her voluntary price increase has shown enough sincerity.

Seeing the silence of Confucius and Mencius, Lin Xiaoyu smiled and said: "I heard from Ms. Fang that Mr. Kong's family is in urgent need of an emergency fund at this stage, so don't refuse, I just hope to make friends with Mr. Kong."

That's it.

Confucius and Mencius no longer hypocritical, he smiled: "Ms. Lin, rest assured, you and I will be friends forever!"

After getting the song, Lin Xiaoyu didn't stop and drove away, while Fang Qiong stayed.

In the room, Kong Meng and Fang Qiong stared at them, and the atmosphere slowly became weird.

Confucius and Mencius awkwardly said: "In fact, that Wu Qing..."

Fang Qiong interrupted: "Wu Qing is not Wu Qing's, this girl is not interested, I just ask you, you said earlier that you are just ordinary friends with me, is it true?"

"This..." Confucius and Mencius were helpless, but he didn't want to lie. "I think our relationship is absolutely excellent when it comes to friends, but when it comes to that kind of relationship, it's really not that way... oooo... "

The faint fragrance and softness surrounded his lips and teeth, Kong and Meng was stunned for a long time, his arms still hugged his body in front of him unconsciously.

Five minutes later, the two separated and panted hard at the same time. Fang Qiong looked at Confucius and Mencius: "Are we two at that level now?"

Confucius and Mencius: "I...this..."

He feels a little helpless, this female man just talks when she talks, she just... feels pretty good?

However, the remarks of ordinary Confucian and Mencius friends can't be said.

Who knows that Fang Qiong suddenly sobbed, as if he was greatly wronged:

"What happened between you and Wu Qing, including the teacher Xie from your school, I don't care, and I can't care about it. After all, we have a normal relationship..."

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

It is said that women are fickle, and he is truly aware of this now.

"Don't do this... My family is here, so they can't hear you..."

No matter what Confucius and Mencius said, Fang Qiong's sobbing didn't mean to stop. On the contrary, the more he said, the more sad the other party cried.

Confucius and Meng had no choice but to take out a piece of paper: "The good voice rematch is about to begin. I have too much work recently, and I am afraid I don't have time to practice with you, so I wrote a solo. You might as well watch it when you have time."

"Really?"

With a swish, the paper in Confucius and Mencius's hands disappeared, Fang Qiong stared at the handwriting on the paper closely, how could he look heartbroken just now?

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

"Brother, are you there?" Confucius and Mencius came out and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kong Ren said: "My dad wants to discuss with you about the grape purchase, you see..."

Confucius and Mencius glanced at Fang Qiong in the room, and Fang Qiong waved his hand: "Go ahead and I will ponder this song again."

Nodded, Confucius and Mencius had already told her in detail about the pronunciation skills of the song. What Fang Qiong needs now is a lot of practice.

Coming down from upstairs, Confucius and Confucius are all present.

Before Kongfu could speak, Kongmu pointed upstairs and asked:

"Just now, I heard your brother tell me what happened at the door of Xiaojun's mother, you dead child, why don't you tell me in advance if you have someone? Now I don't know how to see Xiaojun's mother!"

After knowing that she wanted to use grapes to make wine, Kong Mu did not go to Xiaojunma's house for a blind date with the two brothers, but went to the grape field to investigate the situation. She did not see that Fang Qiong and Wu Qing were "jealous" under the public.

Confucius and Mencius were a little embarrassed: "I didn't expect this matter either..."

But Kong's mother just said this, and her voice suddenly became smaller: "How does that girl look like, why didn't she come down and let me see?"

Confucius and Mencius helplessly: "Mom, I haven't had a word with her yet!"

"Nonsense, I haven't been able to stop people from coming here? Can you quarrel with so many people? You really think your mother doesn't understand anything, right?"

"I..." Confucius said, but he didn't know how to explain it.