My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 256 Scrolls
Busy until 11pm.

However, they almost turned up the entertainment gossip news about Chao Ge, but they couldn't find even a gossip heroine.

"As a member of the entertainment industry, why don't you keep yourself clean..."

Meng Lang was helpless. This guy's low-key and reclusive personal style fit the characteristics of a spy.

I checked the time and was about to close my laptop, wash up and go to bed when my phone rang suddenly.

At first glance, it was Duan Xian.

"Hey! What are you doing so late?"

"What do you mean? Who the hell is encouraging me to enter the entertainment industry... You don't care about killing or burying me?
Now that you've started this, at least you should give me a little care about the major events in your best friend's life, okay? I'm very nervous now, okay? "

"What are you nervous about?"

"The song is finished, the next step is to publish it on the Internet, but I'm a little confused..."

"Fixed? So fast?" Meng Lang was slightly surprised.

"Well... Sister Xiaoqin taught me a lot..."

"Miss Xiaoqin? You changed your name so soon? Tsk tsk! As expected of Teacher Duan, if you maintain this affinity, you will definitely become famous!

Now that the song is done, what are you waiting for?Send it! "

"Really hair?" Duan Xian on the other end of the phone was obviously still a little tangled.

"Otherwise? You are heavily in debt now, and if you don't enter the entertainment circle to perform, you really plan to enter the club to sell yourself?"

"A lot of debts? Didn't you say that you don't have to pay back the money you owe..." Duan Xian was speechless.

"I'm talking about the money you paid for the song this time! Chenghui! 100 million buyout! The song is yours!"

"What? 100 million?! Are you robbing money?"

"Hey! Don't believe me, if I can write it, it will definitely not be an unknown song, and 100 million is definitely a friendship price!

Besides, this is my debut novel, is it worthy of my brother if it sells too low? "

"You are worthy of me if you co-author and sell high?" Duan Xian was speechless.

It's still your first novel, so should I give you an extra red envelope?

"The brother I'm talking about is not you... Oh, forget it, anyway, this matter is settled like this. It's best to have no opinion, and you have reservations, thank you!"

"Is there someone who buys and sells like you? Speaking of which... when did you learn to write songs?

As soon as I shot it, I was astonished. If I didn't believe in you, I almost wondered if you plagiarized. "

Meng Lang twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard that.

Brother, believe in yourself, don't believe me as a human...

"Cough! After living for such a long time, why don't you let me vent my emotions once in a while?"

"But the problem is that we've been together for so long, why don't I know anything about it?"

When Meng Lang heard this, his eyes widened.

"Then we've been together for so long, you still don't know my bank card password?"

Duan Xian: "..."

Speechless, right?

Don't you know me well?You explain!You explain it!
Still have the face to keep asking nonsense!

"Cough! Then what, I'm going to release the song, let's talk later!"

"Dudududu!"

Hearing the busy tone from the phone, Meng Lang snorted, and then covered himself with a quilt with a relaxed face.

Sure enough, I still need to vent my emotions occasionally, especially before going to bed...

sleep aid!

……

Late at night, in a community in Yangcheng.

Auditor Wang Feng in sloppy pajamas turned on his Penguin Musicians backstage, put on his headphones, drank a sip of strong tea, then buckled his feet, and started today's late-night audit...

【Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing on this rough ground...】

The corner of his eyes twitched slightly, next song!
[This noodle is long and wide, just like this bowl, it is big and round...]

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, next song!
【Miss your black socks and the smell of your shirt...】

emm...

It's a song with flavor, pass!

【I have blown the evening wind that you have blown, so do we count as hugging...】

Ok?
It was like a cool sea breeze suddenly blowing in the hot dog days, the ears that were already full of filth seemed to be washed repeatedly, and the perception of music was restored.

Wang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, immersed in this moving melody...

"This song... is on fire!"

After 10 minutes, Wang Feng, who had listened to the song three times in a row, took off his earphones, feeling confident in his heart.

Although he is not a god-level music critic, Wang Feng, who is extremely experienced in the industry, still has his own basic judgment.

In all fairness, the singer's singing skills are mediocre, and when switching between true and false voices in certain positions, the turn is a bit stiff and not smooth enough.

But the song's lyrics completely mask this glitch.

"Lyricist Meng Changjun, composer Meng Changjun, singer Duan Xiaoxian...

Mr. Mengchang?I've never heard of it, when did such a big boss appear on the road?Could it be the big brother and the trumpet?

Duan Xiaoxian... This stage name is also very strange, is it possible that he is really an amateur? "

After thinking about it, he clicked Approval, and then submitted the song to the superior review department.

It is easy for ordinary songs to pass the review, but it is difficult to get exposure.

Potential original songs will be reviewed a second time, and if the higher-ups think they are good, they will be given certain promotional resources, and there will even be a dedicated person in charge of signing a more in-depth platform promotion contract with the publisher.

A simple sentence - the song is so broken!
……

At the same time, Fusang country, Kyoto.

"Boom~dong~" In the exquisite Japanese-style courtyard, the startled deer in the pool beat rhythmically.

This is a typical Karesansui-style garden dating back to the Edo period.

The conical gravel is placed on the open space covered with white sand, and the texture created symbolizes the waves in the sea, forming an extremely abstract landscape painting.

Such a classical courtyard located in the core circle of Kyoto not only represents Fuso's top financial resources in the country, but also unparalleled rights...

At this time, in a room in the courtyard, a man in a black suit put his hands on his forehead and knelt on the ground.

Opposite him was an old man with silver hair and wearing a black kimono.

"Failed?"

"Hi!"

"Why did it fail?"

"It seems that the plan was leaked. The other party seemed to know our actions in advance and carefully designed a trap. In the end, the Panasonic team was arrested and two hidden agents were caught!"

The silver-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Suspected?"

"Your Excellency! I am very sorry, but we have not yet been able to confirm the reason for the leak of the plan!

Although Panasonic's team's plan to snatch the Buddha's head was somewhat hasty, it was because of the haste that it was almost impossible to leak the secret.

But what is incredible is that the plan was leaked just like that, and we couldn't understand why the other party would know all this in advance.

Before the action, only the Panasonic team and I knew the complete plan.

This... The subordinates cannot explain it. Unless one of the three of us leaks the secret, it is impossible for such a situation to happen! "

"But it still happens, doesn't it?"

"Hi! This subordinate is incompetent!" The man in the black suit was still kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up.

The silver-haired old man was silent for a moment.

"Has the other party discovered our real goal?"

"Shouldn't, we're targeting all cultural relics this time, and it's impossible for the other party to discover our real target.

Everyone in Panasonic has the belief of a dead man, and it is even more impossible to leak secrets. "

"I hope so, but I don't want the process, I just want the result!
Give you another three months, at any cost!I want the Buddha's head to appear in front of me completely, understand?

If you can't do it, you can go back to retire in peace. "

The black suit shuddered.

"Hi! Within three months, the Buddha's head will definitely be placed in front of your desk!"

"Well! Get out!"

After the man in black respectfully exited and closed the door, the silver-haired old man remained silent for a long time, then slowly got up and came to the knife stand where the samurai sword was placed.

Then, he took out a simple scroll from a hidden compartment under the knife rest, and carefully and slowly spread it out in his hand.

I saw two lines of elegant Chinese characters written on it.

The old man's eyes were deep, and he slowly stroked every word in front of him. There seemed to be fanaticism and obsession in his eyes.

He was dazed, and murmured slowly the words in the scroll.

"Flowers bloom two faces, and life is between Buddha and devil..."

(End of this chapter)